This is my first time. Be kind.

Okay, kiddos. It's 8:09 pm. Troy's at a church meeting (his night of the week, mine's usually Thursday) and the kids are demanding baths, dessert and attention now. The house looks like it imploded and I think I can still smell the diareaha diaper that I just pulled off Zach. My friend, Kary, said that she loves her blog. That it relaxes her. Well, I'm already stressed out just trying to get this entry done. Hmmmm. This does not bode well. I guess if no one is really expecting a whole lot, then I will acheive great success. The glass is half full, my friend, half full.