Beer, woodland creatures, poop, and Hello Kitty PJ's

The title of this post pretty much sums up the chaos that is my life at the moment.   It seems that beer sales have picked up for CEBC, and that is freaking awesome.  That also means that Kevin will have to make more trips to the brewery in order to brew the beer.   It will be so nice once the brewery is up and running on Ross Rd here in in Savannah, so that he will  no longer have to travel to the brewery that we have contracted with to utilize their equipment.   Often times these trips are short notice and dependent on the contract breweries schedule.   Something that many of us lack in our lives is time and balance.   It seems that once you find that balance and you are getting into a comfortable groove and you finally feel like you got a handle on everything then life creeps up and reminds you…nope you don’t.   For me that reminder came in the form of little woodland creatures, poop, and my  Hello Kitty PJ’s and as for the beer  part of it I am using it to save me from myself.

Let us start with little woodland creatures.   I suffer from extreme over active creative disease.  I don’t have time for this disease, but I cannot deny it and the only cure for outbreaks of it is to indulge it.   The outbreak started with finding the most adorable bed ever for our daughter  Adalyn, who loves stuffed animals. It is a bed that is a giant stuffed bear.  Yes you read that right…it is a bed that looks like a giant stuffed bear…complete with these paws that you can wrap around you .   I will post pictures once I am done so you can get the full effect.  The bear seemed kind of lonely and out of place.  Not because of the crazy bright yellow walls (I let my husband pick the color on his own…big mistake) it just seemed sad.   I decided to bring some of the forest to this bear bed to make it feel more at home.   I am in the process of creating this world with fairies, a raccoon, bunnies, birds, flowers, tree, and an owl .   I am 85% complete.  This past Saturday while attempting to not make the bunny I painted look like a crazy blood sucking bunny, even though Kevin was “watching” the kids, the following happened:  Adalyn cut her hair (possibly helped by one of the boys), decided to change her own pull-up and was helpful enough to place the poop in the potty with her hands, she also decided to decorate the hallway walls, she colored 50% of her body with purple marker, and decided to open all the play dough.   Apparently the boys were supposed to be keeping an eye on her while Kevin was doing laundry or doing beer e-mails (most likely playing some game on his phone).   Four days later and I am still finding play dough in some odd locations and I still need to get more magic erasers to tackle the walls.  I have been trying to find a an hour or two after work to attempt to get Adalyn’s  wall done and so the bear bed  is happy in it’s new home.   Needless to say it has taken a toll on the rest of my house and the family’s diet.   Apparently kids can get tired of eating corn dogs and chicken nuggets.  

I reached my breaking point of sanity yesterday (Tues) when I got up to start a day that included taking Adalyn to the doctor for a runny nose that has not gone away in three weeks, getting the kids off to camp, and getting a report reviewed for work.    Kevin went to his “real” job early so that he could get off work in time to take our oldest to speech therapy at 5.   What Kevin failed to notice on his way out of our neighborhood was  the 30+ trash cans that lined the street, many of which people will put so far out into the street you have to swerve around to avoid hitting.    Kevin failing to notice the trash cans and that we did not put out our own trash can out and calling me so I could then resulted in me hearing the trash truck and looking out the window to see ours was not on the street.   I see the trash truck heading up the street across from us, so I go flying out the front door, grab the trash can and haul ass across the street so that I can beat the  truck before it makes its turn to come back down and do the other side of that street.   As I park my trash can at the end of the drive at house that is for rent I am feeling all kinds of victorious only to be defeated by the realization I am wearing my Hello Kitty PJ’s and the guy that lives across  from the house I deposited my trash is looking at me in what I can only describe as scared curiosity.   I may or may not have been talking to myself out loud at the time.    I had to laugh and totally fumbled some lame excuse to the poor man that had to witness me in my Hello Kitty PJ’s.    

Did I mention Kevin and I are down to one car since his died Friday coming back from some beer meeting in Atlanta?    Needless to say things are crazy at my house and my need to undertake over the top creative projects has left Kevin and I both short on time and patience.   Kevin was not planning on going to the Great American Beer Festival (GABF) in Denver this fall, and was just submitting beer for the competition.  I knew Kevin would not be willing to go just anywhere, especially in October since that will be in the middle of brewery construction.  You just reach a point you just need a break and the GABF was my key to ESCAPE.   It was a done deal for me when I checked the price of plane tickets and found them for a crazy cheap price and the fact it would be my birthday weekend there was no way Kevin could say no.    I even managed to con my brother into coming to help my Mom watch the kids that weekend.    The idea of a weekend  ALONE with my husband, beer, and not having to make sure kids are not doing something to cause harm to themselves or each other it totally makes  the chaos and craziness a little more bearable.   I am using my escape anticipation excitement to push through and finish the bear beds habitat by this Friday (knock on wood) and ignore the complaints that will be lodged for another few night of corn dogs and or chicken nuggets, heck I may just order some Chinese take out to celebrate.

**The moral of this post is when you find yourself chasing trash trucks in your PJ’s  it’s time to plan your escape and preferably one where you can drinks lots and lots of different kinds of beer..even if I will look like a walking tomato, but after the 2nd or 3rd beer I wont care.  (see previous posts about my reaction to drinking for clarity)