Where is the label maker?

Back to a kinder and gentler-speaking diva...

Mainly because I've reached a new level of exhaustion. For a variety of reasons--some obvious, some just plain insane--we are in an unprecedented period of re-organization in casa de la diva. Making room for Oscar and the slew of guests that accompanied her began this season, but soon we will be joined by another. Namely in the 6 foot+ college student nephew who is interning with a Tampa professional sports team this summer, and must need to have more schooling if he thinks this house will be anything close to a fun time with an infant, toddler, and bunking with 2 boys that are going to "sweet chin music" him (that's a real wrestling move, btw) every chance they get. Not to mention a postpartum insane woman who will be sending him out for milk and diapers every two hours and saying things like, "D, can you see if Jingle took Amy's pig outside? No, not that pig, the little one. Not that one, either, the one that looks like a rat? But not the smiling rat, the one that looks like he has a head cold."

And so on...Although he will have to learn an entire new vocabulary of Amy-speak and Matty quirks, it will be nice having another set of hands and sweet company around here for a couple of months.

And to add to all of this, new furniture is being delivered today for the boys, and so many things in the cosmos had to shift to make room for such a major endeavor. I can't even count the number of petrified pop-tarts I cleaned out from under the bed yesterday. And I could open a pop-culture museum with the sheer number of McDonald's Happy Meal toys dating back to the early 80's in the toy box.