lunchtime conversations

today at lunch---
conversation between a 5 yr old, 4 yr old, 3 yr old and almost 3 yr old just learning to talk...
5-"what are pickles"
me-"pickles are pickles"
(we were eating cucumber at the time)
5-"so...pickles are just another word for cucumbers"
me-(too tired to capitalize on opportunity for teachable moment) "nope..pickles are green"
5,4,and 3- "cucumbers are green!!!!" (voices of "oh my god..they are the same")

me-"pickles are all green, cucumbers peelings are green, the inside is white"
almost 3- "knock knock"
4- "what if some trees were blue!!!!"
5,4, and 3- (laugh hysterically)
3- "some trees are pink though"
5 and 4- (shaking heads in agreement) "yep...yep...they are..i saw them"

sigh...
as enjoyable as that sounds
i would kill for adult conversation
and a not-so-flat shot of diet coke
heh heh

effing coke

yay!

diet coke is on sale...got five bottles for four dollars

boo!

opened the door of the cherokee
and all my diet coke fell out

yay!

it didn't break

boo!

it all went flat.
every effing bottle.
effing diet coke.

sigh...

i should be packing.
i know i should be packing.
i am aware of the fact that there are things to be packed.
i know i only have 8 days left.
i know i have more than 8 days worth of stuff left
to be packed.
i know i hate packing.
i realize there are enough boxes, and i still have some rolls of packing tape and the
kids are playing the gamecube and i should be taking advantage of this
and getting some much needed packing done.
i should be packing.
i know that.
but
i'm writing about packing...
shouldn't that count
for
something
at least?
sigh.
effing packing.
effing boxes.
bloody rotten hell.

is it july yet?

ack.
i am dead effing tired...
the stress and hell of packing
is starting to wear me down...
we only have 9 days
NINE EFFING DAYS PEOPLE
to be out of here
and in there...
and its not painted yet...
its not even fully drywalled yet...

i have to stop thinking about it
i can feel my heart rate increasing

i know its all going to come together
(well, i pray thats whats going to happen heh heh)
but good god i will be glad when this is done
just. so. much. left.
TO. DO.
and so
little
time
and
heh
money
of course...

i need a good solid stress scream
oh
AND
we have no toilet paper
sigh
the injustice of it all