I've always sort of thought of myself as white trash, so I took this quiz that Lady Katya had in her Blog:

I am 22% White Trash.

I, my friend, have class. I am so not white trash. . I am more than likely Democrat, and my place is neat, and there is a good chance I may never drink wine from a box.

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I guess I'm not white trash... but I AM a republican, thank you very much! Oh, and I have had wine from a box... quite a few times, actually! LOL

Haircuts, schmaircuts.

So last night hubby wanted to go get his hair cut. Since I wanted to get the girls' hair cut, also, I had a bright idea... "Honey, why don't we all go and get our haircut??" Bright idea, especially since we didn't leave the house until 7pm... bedtime is 8.

So, we get to Great Clips. If anyone else has taken a toddler to get their hair cut, you have an idea of the struggle that can ensue when you try to place the child in the chair, put a drape around them, and expect them to stay still. HAH! Who are you kidding? Now, expand that vision to include two tired toddlers, a baby, hubby getting his haircut, too, and having to wait for a half hour before the kids got into the chairs. By the time we left, we had two crabby, very sticky (from bribery suckers) toddlers with uneven haircuts, an overheated baby with a horribly poopy diaper, a harried mom with NO patience left and not even a haircut to show for it, and a calm, cool and collected hubby acting like it was the best experience he has ever had in his life.

Figures.

So then we have to go to Target to pick up the kids' prescriptions. While we are there, hubby gets some wild hair up his butt and we need to spend money. A Disney CD, a Wiggles DVD, two Elmo DVDs and three childrens' books later, we left the store. Just what we needed, of course. (Imagine, if you will, how my eyes are rolling at the moment.) Oh, and by the way, the batteries in one of the "noisemaking" storybooks are already dead-- they lasted 5 minutes into playtime at home.

*sigh*

To Everything, turn, turn, turn...

So lately I feel as if my life's theme song should be Turn! Turn! Turn! by the Byrds...

Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is a Season)

The Byrds

words adapted from the Book of Ecclesiastes by Pete Seeger

music by Pete Seeger

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die

A time to plant, a time to reap

A time to kill, a time to heal

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to build up, a time to break down

A time to dance, a time to mourn

A time to cast away stones

A time to gather stones together

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace

A time of love, a time of hate

A time you may embrace

A time to refrain from embracing

To everything - turn, turn, turn

There is a season - turn, turn, turn

And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to gain, a time to lose

A time to rend, a time to sew

A time to love, a time to hate

A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!

And why do I feel that way, you may ask? Because it seems as if there is never any sure stability in life, you know? Changes and unexpected things happen all the time. And then there are the things that you plan for. Even though you plan them, they feel like a complete and total upheaval of your life and your existence.

Take, for example, the family change that we have been planning for a while, now. As of tomorrow, hubby will be Mr. Mom. He is staying home with the kids and I will be working. I suddenly have to learn how to ride the bus to and from work since we only have one vehicle. Then, I have to take care of the kids all by myself at night-- the only chance we have for family time anymore will be on the weekends. Hubby has to find a way to take care off all three kids every day for 10 hours a day and then go straight to work, all the while staying sane. And I will not have a car at night to go anywhere or do anything. I can't even drive hubby to work because to pick him up at 10pm I would have to get all of the kids out of bed, in their coats, in the car and off to pick him up. Then we would have to try to get them back into bed once they have gotten all excited to be going bye bye... well, you get the picture. It's going to be an extreme change for us and I'm just not ready for it.

*sigh*