In the beginning....

OK so I did it! I jumped and here we have landed. I had such a crazy evening and instead of recounting all the details in too many phone calls to too many people I decided to enter the world of bloggers. I don't know the lingo or rules so for all my friends out there that do be easy on me! OK so off into the crazy day that got me here.......
Nick and I picked the boys up from school in the drizzle. It was still nice out just showers here and there that looked like they would go away quickly. We get home, dressed all three boys and ourselves in our swim suits and took off. The pool was great only a little drama with Morgan and his two failed attempts at drowning Mason. I was lounging with the baby asleep on my chest enjoying watching the big boys and Nick roughhouse. All of a sudden Nick goes under water and thunder booms overhead. I am yelling for the boys to get out of the pool before they are struck by lightning. Nick misses is it all by being underwater. He finally comes up and the boys are scurrying(as fast as 5 and 8 year old boys scurry) to get out and I stand up to convey the danger to him and sweet baby Matty pukes right down my shirt. The rain starts dumping out of the sky and I have to forget the puke, that is now gathering in my belly button, and cover Matty with a towel to keep him dry. In the mean time the big boys start fighting that carries over into the van. All I hear is Mason singing and Morgan getting really angry and starting to cry and tattle at the same time as only he can. Nick tells Morgan from now on when Mason sings a song and calls him a butt that he can wipe a booger on him..............really??? Morgan busts out into a laughter that makes me laugh and I am sure Nick as well. Mason gets really mad but the fighting did stop! Later at the house Mason forgets, five minutes later, and calls Morgan a butt and Morgan runs for Nick to tell him Mason called him a butt and the booger was ready! Mason erupts into wailing, and mind you they are both naked and supposed to be showering. Mason sits in Nicks closet naked and starts talking about how he was moving into a box outside. He is taking his cars and his ten dollars and moving. All I can think is my 8 year old is crying naked in the closet and moving into a box! Lord help me! Calmness falls about 10 minutes later and peace is restored. I don't know if I will ever be the same after the booger and the box! Why can't my children melt down with clothes on and why does my husband dole out punishment like a 15 year old boy? Day is done! Thank you Lord!