This is where I live.

It's been a weird day. Our neighbors came over and asked if they could have our swing set for their kid. I get it - their kid looks longingly at it every day from two yards over and my kids are too old to play on it.

It's a nice one though. It's one of those wooden ones - two swings, a slide, a little clubhouse type thing with a roof and a sandbox area underneath. Matt built it when the boys were about four and two, and it's been very well-loved.

I couldn't really say no when she asked. Seriously? What am I hanging on to it for other than the fact that I don't want to admit my kids are too old for it? So Matt helped the neighbor dude dissemble it and moved it two houses down. I hope the little boy loves it as much as my kids did.

In other less depressing (to me) news. Killian and Corwin and their friend Torin (who used to live where the swing set now lives) have been making a movie for Torin's school project. It's a violent, sword fighting version of Green Eggs and Ham.

Yeah. I don't know either. But apparently, in this version, Sam-I-Am is willing to use all out force to get the other guy to try the eggs and ham.

So, obviously they needed green eggs. So I was explaining to them that they needed to whip the eggs to get them to scramble properly.And all three boys immediately started singing the theme from Indiana Jones.

Yep. This is where I live.

Pls to shoot me now. Kaithxbai.

Oh my freaking God. I have no idea what I was thinking. None.

So today, we went to my nephew Nolen's first birthday party, and much adorableness was had. Several hours of babies (3) toddlers (2) and teenagers (also 2) and all the assorted parents, aunts, uncles and grandparents. It was fun, but I needed a nap afterward.

Then we got home just in time for Corwin's birthday party.

For some unfathomable reason, when Corwin asked if he could have an overnight birthday party and invite The ADHD Triplets, I said, Sure, honey. Sounds like a fab idea.

What.
The.
Fuck.
Was.
I.
Thinking?!

Seriously, I need my damn head examined. Or perhaps electroshock therapy.

Okay, so they're not triplets, and only two of them are related, but I've come to realize that children multiply exponentially. So if you have one kid, you've actually got one kid. If you have two kids, it feels more like four. There are currently five kids in my house...actually, let's call it four because Killian is staying far, far away from the other four.

Now, I have math fail in a big way, but multiplied exponentially, it feels like there are thirty-two freaking twelve and thirteen year olds in my damn house right now, and they're wild little buttheads. My husband just walked out here and looked at me and said, "I thought you loved me." But if I have to suffer, so does he.

The noise is deafening as they race up and down the stairs (hardwood, no carpet or padding) and they just asked me if they could sled down the stairs in their sleeping bags. I've been pegged so many times in the head with nerf darts that I've lost count. There's no volume control on any of them and while I like a 'your mom' joke as well as the next chick, if I hear that phrase one more time tonight, I'll lose it. I'm seriously considering drugging the cupcakes.

Behold the awesome nerfness. It's all rapid firey goodness. The kittens are in heaven chasing down the evil foam invaders while the boys are playing "close quarter combat" in my upstairs hallway. You know...I'm pretty sure my aunt is still all about the valium. I'm feeling a visit coming on - just not sure if I'm grinding it up as sprinkles on the frosting or keeping it for myself...