Takin' a Ride on the Crazy Train

This picture captures the theme of our day perfectly.

Welcome to the Crazy Train!

So...today is April 15. And guess who is still doing their taxes...yep, us. I. Know. (hold the comments...we have already said it all to ourselves in our heads...and maybe out loud...no, we have used an ounce of wisdom and NOT said them out loud.) So, Kevin's head is about to explode because...well...we don't make a ton of money folks and yet with his calculations...Uncle Sam wants us to pay him over $2,000...NO, SIR...We were hoping it was going to be the other way around!! So Kev continues to try to do them over...and over...and over...he is calling in 'free' reinforcements first...then, if necessary he will pay the professionals to try to scrounge up a tax RETURN for us.

So, there is seat #1 on the crazy train.

Seat #2. I am caffeinated. This is not a good thing. I have a love/hate relationship with caffeine. You see, over the past 4 years or so I have either been pregnant or nursing, so caffeine has been in the "do not touch" category...but, ironically, the season of parenting is one that usually requires and benefits greatly from caffeine. So what is a girl to do when morning comes too early and energy is no where to be found...she drinks coffee...and shakes inside her skin for the remainder of the day. Coffee...can't live with it, can't live without it.

Seat #3: In order for precious children to play train...ALL. I repeat, ALL toys must be dumped out of the "train bins" onto her bedroom floor.

Seat #4: "Train bins" all transferred from upstairs bedroom to downstairs living room.

Seat #5: Burnt grilled cheese sandwiches.

Seat #6: Burnt fingers from burnt grilled cheese sandwiches.

Seat #7: Spilt coffee creamer...a.k.a . "Pure Golden Yummi-ness"... all over kitchen floor and kitchen cabinet...WHILE the grilled cheese burns. (Thanks goes out to Sammy the Dog for his help in cleaning up that mess.)

Seat #8: Helping dear friend who is still healing from getting her tonsils out by watching her precious son. ( I love you both...you did not make the day crazy...you simply had the privilege of joining us on our Crazy Train. Lucky you.)

Seat #9: The phone won't stop ringing!!

Seat #10: Looking for LAST year's taxes in the "room from the evil place". (Seriously, picture me climbing over boxes and bed...balancing on one foot to reach the diaper box holding the world's randomness AND last years taxes...thank you, Jesus!!!)

Seat #11: Well...you get the idea...Calling this one "SEATS TAKEN" - said with Forrest Gump's inflection...

Wanna join the Crazy Train?!?!?

ALL ABOARD!

WOO WOO!