Lost: One Sense of Humor

Hey!  Who stole my sense of humor?  I'm missing it right about now...

Oh, where, oh, where has my hu-u-mor gone?  Oh, where, oh, where could it be?

Go, go, gadget funny mom!

Paging Dr. Giggles -- we need a humor transfusion, STAT!

Yeah... I'm not buying it... are you?

Sometimes life kinda presses the juices out of you, that's pretty much where I'm at right now.  And yet, the winner of the Scholastic Parent Blogger Awards will be announced any day now (I'm totally chewing my fingernails off in anticipation...).  And my blog was nominated in the Humor category.  When the nominations were released, I got a bump in views.  I sort of expect that when the winners are announced, I might, too.  So I gotta find the funny sauce before then... 'cuz I just *might* (wink, wink) have won that contest.  This is no time to go bloggy AWOL, even if I am green with envy from reading posts about BlogHer...

In the mean time, I set out to paint Violet's room.  You see, when I am overwhelmed by life, I need to undertake a project.  Of large proportions, apparently.  And what could be better than painting a bedroom with two little naked minions?  When we paint, I require the wee clumsy ones to strip down to undies only so that they don't ruin clothing I don't want to replace.  They happily oblige, their little feet sticking to the crinkly plastic drop cloth.

Oh, Violet's wearing undies now, I guess I forgot to mention that one...  Yay for no daytime diapers!!!  She's been dry at night all week, too, but she's hesitant to go diaperless while sleeping.  She's got such a tiny little bum that she never wore a diaper larger than a size 3 -- a size which was long ago bypassed by both of her younger cousins.  Guess they are packin' more in their Pampers than she was...

Anyway, back to painting.  Two walls are periwinkle.  Two are citron green.  And then I traced a four foot tall Tynker-Belle on one wall.  Yes, I deliberately misspelled this because I don't want the crushing weight of a Mouse lawsuit smooshing me into a spot of pasty goo because I painted a licensed character unlawfully on my almost-three-year-old daughter's wall.  You just know there's someone wearing a pair of mouse ears who is paid to search the web for copyright issues...

I'm not quite done yet as I have some free-hand embellishments to do, hopefully this afternoon.  Both kids have temporarily moved into Milo's room -- I'm hoping he's up for a permanent move -- but the room shifting has caused an insane amount of clutter upstairs.  And, because I've been occupied with the painting, the kids have gotten out every toy they own in the downstairs and set up a galaxy-wide battle.  There are enclaves of rebels in the princess castle, mercenaries hiding in the play kitchen refrigerator, and troops massing in the middle of the floor.  So pretty much no room to walk.

Pictures?  Soon...

The laundry is backed up.  The bathrooms need to be cleaned.  I need to go grocery shopping.  The garden needs some attention.  And now I'm considering getting out the sewing machine to work on curtains...  Yes, I have fallen off of the turntable of reality -- I'm flung wide into a sea of decorating-inspired denial.  It's my go-to when I need a pick-me-up.  So don't be surprised if you come to visit me and don't recognize my house...