Uneventful???

Sometimes I think that my life is uneventful and boring and no one ever wants to know about it. BUT then while washing loads and loads of laundry and making a nigh-night for the little guy I turn around and see:

He's hiding the glorious amount of bracelets on his other arm and walking around in his tippy toes. This kid is going places and I hope those places lead to my own private island for putting up with his shenanigans. This was yesterday while I was rushing to make popcorn for movie in the park. 

The reason I was rushing was because prior to the box cuteness he decided to get into his sister's pink hair chalk and rub it all over his clothes and body and my comfy rocking chair. Outside he went to hose him off and water the grass at the same time. We are in a drought so water usage must have two purposes. 

After doing loads and loads of laundry today and halfway finishing Jacob's blankie I was invited to see Jon Lovitz at the improv!! A hilarious night out with my bestie and no children!! Whoop whoop! The only thing that would have made the night completely awesome was if the table next to us stopped talking and enjoyed the show. The lady (I'm trying to be polite because she was way too rude to be a lady) talked throughout the ENTIRE show and kept showing stuff on her phone to her gentleman (again being polite) companion. So I kept laughing louder and louder to make conversation even more awkward. It didn't work. The louder the show, audience or my laughter the louder she raised her voice.  I was in such a bright and cheerful mood that I didn't want to ruin it by confronting them or bothering the waitress. And honestly I don't think it would have made a difference anyways. To be that loud and rude at a comedy show, she wouldn't have cared a fig about me telling her to whet her loud trap. What would you have done? Here's a picture just because we are lovely. 

Then I come home to this lovely scene. 

I mean come on, how great is my life?!? No space for me but oh they are cute.  Now I am laying in bed with full makeup and unbrushed teeth because the baby woke up crying for momma and I have become his pillow. My left leg is almost completely asleep. My life is stressful, exhausting, wonderful, spontaneous, glorious, silly, poopy, unpredictable, stressful (did I say that already), and worth every second. 

Forgive the rudeness in life and get home to be a pillow. That is how life should be.