Weekend WrapUp

It's that time again.

Monday.

Don't we all love it? At the moment, yes. It's Summer vacation, we don't have to wake up at 6:30 in the morning, hoping that the demons inside my oldest two children have gotten enough rest and won't be hostile. Which on Monday's that never happens. When I say I hate Monday mornings during the school year, I actually mean hate isn't a strong enough word for the actual feelings that I feel.

I had a pretty eventful weekend. Or productive. How ever you want to see it.

We no longer look like the neighborhood trash that moved in last year. Our front yard is almost looking respectable, almost. Though with typical Amber style after we did all the work, that's when I thought "Oh...I should have taken before and after pictures." Yep! No one will every know just how shitty my front yard looked. If I had to compare it to anything, it would be Jumanji. When all those giant ass flowers and weeds are growing everwhere in the house and in that town. That's how my front yard looks. We even started to tackle the back yard. That, I can take some before and after pictures of. It looks like Jumanji as well. I have no clue what is weeds, flowers, plants, or ground cover. Oh good gracious do we have a lot of ground cover. The sad thing to is...we have like no grass. We have the lovely sand and dirt mixture. But where we do have grass is where the flowers and things started out. Needless to say, I was filthy on Friday.

Now, Saturday was a completely different story. We had pictures taken in said Jumanji back yard with my four Demon Spawns. Who let's pray that the camera didn't catch. That their sweet and innocent facade stayed true. I'm kidding. It seemingly went well, even those Belle (my youngest, 3) had several wardrobe changes that she picked out herself. But that's not where the fun began. No, the fun began when my husbands friend/coworker comes over and brings the children $44 worth of S'mores supplies. Yep, you heard me right! Oh...and beer. Because you've got to have it on a Saturday night with nothing to do. Mind you, this is maybe 6:30 in the evening. They decided to finish cutting down a tree that has been leaning against my fence for oh, I don't know...two months or more. I swear, my husband only get like this when he's with his friends. So I build a fire, because he can't. Like seriously he can't. Not without using some kind of gas or starter shit. So I do it, with good old know how, some dry leaves and wood. Oh and a lighter, obviously. The kids start destroying marshmallows and what what not. You know, when you take a step and get a whole glob stuck to your shoes. That situation. Well, my husband proceeds to tell me to invite the neighbors down. Which means more beer!

Even with my autocorrect fail of "snores" , our neighbors a few houses down join us in our crazy jumanji back yard with my husbands friend. I'll sum it up for you... we were up maybe close to 1 am or later. Which doesn't typically happen for us anymore. My husband was completely hammered, I was completely sober. By choice. Needless to say I believe we found our soul neighbors!

Oh! And I broke my baby toe. Worst thing ever!!!!