Although most of the morning I spent yelling at kids from high on a ladder, I came down to share a few of their gems.

The boys will pretend to be working: they'll lodge the plumbing tubes in the couch and through the plastic toy pipes and the holes in the cardboard boxes labeled peaches, etc., etc., and attach them to a truck, for example. Voila, work! When working men, they must don (winter) gloves to avoid greasy hands. They also call themselves either "the worker John" or "John the worker" (an uncle named John does home repairs, my mom recently brought Lloyd to John the mechanic's house for a look at her car; there you have that). Well, this morning a working Lloyd decided to call himself "Lady Oodle" instead. Kind of sounds like Lloyd a little bit.

The other night's singing of abc's had Lloyd more interested than other times. He asked me to keep singing it. Fine. About the fifth time around he interrupted me to say that Q-R-S sounded like kill, kill, kill. Hmmm.... I ... said goodnight at that point. Hope that psyche is pure deep down. He does enter the baby trance quite often though. And has eyes of blue fire normally.

Dallas calls abc's "baby c's." He is currently asleep with nothing on but a diaper masking taped around like a belt. He wants to take his clothes off all the time: I rebut (just today) by forcing him to be naked. Not going to be fun when the other kids get to go outside. He wants to take his diaper off all the time: I've had it with poop and tinkle on my rug but two feet away from the potty. He's just not ready for full-fledged potty training yet. He just likes to play with his wiener. So, the tape, in my madness, seemed like a good idea. My husband asked why I don't just tape his clothes on. I might.

Today is an on-edge day for this female. I'm inching towards desperation; my favorite part of the cycle.

And I gave Ned till Friday to have the Dodge fixed because I'm coming to get it. I also gave him the option to tow it somewhere else and give me back my money. The news emailed me back and needs copies of the BBB filing and receipts and warranties and stuff. That's underway as soon as I get my lazy but moving on it. I called the BBB to add to my report the new info that yesterday was the one month anniversary of Ned having my car. No, I wasn't sarcastic on the phone. I also called my insurance to reduce coverage/payment temporarily. Should have done that awhile ago. This car business is turning me into a royal B. I warned my husband that tonight there'll be no dinner because I didn't feel like going to the grocery store last night but would be going today if able. It's ridiculous. I'm losing my mind over it.