At ease reproducing soldier!

I've started sending out invitations for my boys upcoming birthdays. I imagine we won't be having joint birthday parties for very long before one of them voices their disapproval. And rightly so. I'm just thankful Mack wasn't born on the same day as Kale...that would've really sucked. And it's around this time where my babies (a year old) get easier, more mobile and really entertaining that I start to contemplate having another. I mean, I don't think either one of us are ready to throw in the towel. The big question is WHEN is the right time. Who knows?

We obviously don't know what God has in store for us and if we weren't able to have another I know I would be content and fulfilled with my two precious gems. I don't have the urgency to procreate quickly this time. I guess it's because I need more time with my little Mack-nugget. I feel like this year has flown by and though I've been with him every step of the way he still needs more tendin' to. Kale will start preschool (just 2 days a week) this year and it'll be good quality one on one time for Mack and I. I'm hoping this will give him some growing room and he'll stop barking orders at us like a baby drill sargeant. No! Sir! I will not fix anyone else's lunch but yours! Sir!

So, for now, we're going to take it easy and enjoy what we got going on. Which is A LOT. Two boys under 3 years old...need I say more...I think not. And a dog. And a cat, which needs to find a good home soon. Not that our home is NOT good, but for me and Keith's sanity, it most certainly is not the best fit. I work hard to keep things tidy and when I've just finished sweeping, mopping, cleaning the sinks and the mirror of my bathroom I am then forced to painstakingly watch this furry little creature waltz in, pinch off humungous turds, hop out of the pan merrily sprinkling litter onto the floor I just swept, while the stench slowly makes it way to sucker punch me in the face, heads over to eat her 10,000th fucking bowl of food to start the process all over again----Well, I'll tell you it takes every inch of my body to not grab that cat by the throat and toss her over the fence.

Is it her fault? No. But, I'm convinced that after we had children, our pets just came in a distant 8th on our priority list. I wish we could get better at it. But right now, if I didn't push you out of my female part, then I shouldn't have to clean up your shit, too.