The new house

I should start crapping my pants again. Everyone else is. I'm so tired. Last night wasn't great. I slept in Adrienne's bed with Adrienne and Julian, and Izzy was in the crib next to us. By the way, that's the last time I am typing her name. The last letter of the alphabet key on our keyboard is broken thanks to Julian so typing that letter is extremely difficult, seeing as how the actual key is not on it and you have to forcefully push down on this little button. From now on, she will affectionately be known as Isa. Or I guess I could use her real name. But who does that? And by the way, if I say I'm going crasy, or we're going to the soo, so sip up your coats, you know what I mean.
It is 10:00 a.m., not really a nap time for us in this family, but all of the kids are upstairs. We've been awake since 5:30 this morning. I was trying so hard to get them in nap mode so I could clean like a crasy woman since my house looks like a bomb hit it. But here I am blogging. I need to get some stress out, seriously, and I think 10 a.m. is a little early for a beer. (BJ says lay low on the alcohol references, but I know a few of you momma's would give that one an Amen, sister!)
Anyway, I think I am going to be a ghost writer for blogs. BJ was telling me about it. I told him I needed a ghost chef. Someone who could come into my house, cook meals for the family, and get absolutely no credit, but would be paid, of course. Oh well.
Today is the 8 year anniversary of BJ and my first date. (How do you say that? Mine and BJ's, BJ and I's first date?) How sweet is that, people.
I'm so tired. Why did I title this The new house? I need to get off of this computer if I am not saying anything worthwhile. I've probably already lost my 5 blog followers. Sorry guys.
More next time from crasyland. ...