Orneriness abounds

My hubby is at the Nascar race this weekend and I am at home with our two lovely children. One is starting to wake up and the other has finally fallen asleep next to me after calling me a "mean-o" for the last 20 minutes and crying when Imade him turn off the race on tv. Lucky me. The invitation was last minute and Dave was so excited last night getting ready that I am quite happy to have him gone. I know he is having a great time and doesn't get many opportunities to get away for a whole day to relax and spend time with "the guys" and I am happy for him. However........... WHERE IS MY DAY???!!!! :/

Actually, today was good until about 20 minutes ago. Mom took Aaron to chuch and Belle and I met her there for church. It was a wonderful service (although the band was lacking since Davey was absent and therefore the drums were silent) and I had a great time listening to what God has done for those in my church family this year. (It was kind of like a Thanksgiving Eve service today, LOVELY!!!!!!) Then after a brief (yes, I said brief!) stop at the Super WalMart it was home for lunch with some friends and then off to our old apartment to prank the couple who just moved in since they return tomorrow morning from their honeymoon. We put balloons in the tub, feeder fish (which sadly died despite Dave's efforts) in the toilet, we made a "party scene" in the living room and kitchen complete with solo cups and ping pong balls (beer pong, anyone?) a bra and mens socks strewn about in their bedroom, and I think my favorite part was the masking tape outline of a body in the middle of the landing. We laughed and had a great time! It was decided to leave the fish dead in the toilet, but I just want to say that I was in favor of flushing them but was quickly vetoed! (Let's just say that with the stench from the fish and the heat in a non-air conditioned apartment it will be a ripe place tomorrow morning at 6am when they arrive home!) The bride is picky about foos so we stocked her pantry and fridge with food she hates, heehee :). It was fun. We just all wish we had a videocamera hooked up so we could see their reactions! Ah well. I had a nice few minutes in my central-aired house and then came Mr. Needs a Nap. He got mad that I told him no more race cars in bed and told me I was a mean-o. (Sara, did your girls teach him that?? :)). After I told him he had to turn off the tv (which he then informed me that I didn't need to tell him what to do) he cried and kicked my dress pants around the bed and is now snoring next to me. He looks so innocent and peaceful. It's a shame that won't last .