Time goes by...

I really don't know what happens somewhere between 7:30 am and 8:30 pm. I guess I feed kids, do some chores, change diapers, feed kids, settle arguments, feed kids, change diapers, bathe kids, put kids down for sleep, feed kids, feed myself, then sit for a few minutes and think about all the things I need to be doing while I sit there trying to gain strength to tackle the stinkin' list in my "AA type" brain. And all that is just on the days I'm not working; I lovingly deligate all that without the self inflicted standard and guilt trip to Tim until I come home in the afternoons. I have classified myself as "AA" type which is highly uptight about the way it is done, to the point it's not worth doing. I think I get that from my folks, "anything worth doing is doing well (a.k.a. perfect)." So, I managed to clear off the computer desk of my to-do pile and had a few minutes to post.
SO, I had a working interview for a DH position p/t 2 saturdays a month last Saturday. How does it make me feel when I leave the interview at 1:30 and the doctor says, "I'd like to hire you, I need to get to my next patient, bye" then 3 short hours later the job I supposedly was hired for was posted on C-list, again. Um... your opinions? I'm not sure what to think.
Audrey is going through a phase right now. I think she's teething, but she isn't due for more teeth for a while, so lame excuse. She can't be pms-ing because she's not there yet (like i said someone keeps speeding up the clock), so hopefully she'll come out of it soon. Last night as I was changing her diaper for bed, she exclaimed, "We're going to Disneyland tomorrow!" I asked her who told her that, she said "Daddy!" and I heard Tim call from the other room, "No I didn't!" Apparently Audrey is also going through her "inconceptual truth stage" (Lying through her teeth) and if it weren't so stinkin' funny how blatantly she fibs, I'd be upset. For example, I sent her in to ask Tim if he wanted to go on a walk after dinner tonight; she runs to the bedroom and asks him and he says, "I have to do homework." Audrey runs back with enthusiasm and says, "Daddy says YES!" (Tim calls, NO I DIDN'T!).
Emma must be eating fertilizer, because she's growing like a weed. Her shoes are all "pinchy" and her shirts show her "button" and her shorts are all super short. Any hints or tips on fall sales (or summer end of season) let me know.
Kennedy is almost rolling over. If she wouldn't get so screamy about being on her back, she could do it, but she has no patience for the view straight up from the floor and screams the minute she lays down. Thanks to a friend who lent me her "Bumbo" it's a lifesaver.
Tim is taking an English class. I am no help to him. Look at my grammer, puntctuation, and thank heavens we don't get checked on blogs for plagarism or works cited references. He just trucks through it, luckily he has smart friends. That is a tip I picked up along the way, hang around smart people, they.... I don't know make me smarter? Or the... Something. Well, I want to invite all who have actually read through this terrible long post to comment, let me know you came along, I love this blogging thing, even more so when I have time to do it.
Peace out.