Bathroom Break Ins/Happy Birthday Charlie

I clearly have no time to update this blog on the weekend.  Between the kids (to include Dave)  my time is stretched so thin.  It's almost as if they don't see me for 30 seconds they all have to come hunt me down.  They all remind me of little koala bears that have to be attached at all times. This includes if I am in the bathroom.  It is nothing for B  to bust in on me and want to know if I know what he did with his police car.  Granted after he asks he will always turn around and say what are you doing?  My response is always...looking for some sanity buddy.  Then he skips out.  For whatever reason the lock on the bathroom door downstairs doesn't work properly.  Not sure if this is a fluke or my contractor just played a cruel joke on me when he built the house after he saw the kids.  And I know that I could get a new door knob, but who has the time?!  Or I should say who has the skills to change it?!? 

I told Dave I am in need of an Eat.Pray.Love month.  I don't think I would go hang with elephants, gain 40lbs, or live in a meditation compound.  Instead I would find a home on the beach, maybe become BFFs with Jimmy Choo, and yoga.  I could do yoga everyday if I had an instructor forcing me up from my beach chair.  Quite confident none of this is going to happen anytime soon, so I will just live the dream of not being allowed to go to the bathroom in private:)

Sunday we went to my mom's to celebrate Charlie's birthday.  Charlie's birthdays to me are milestones.  Four years ago his doctor told him he thought he would only make it 4 months after his cancer diagnosis.  Four years later he is still going strong and cancer free.  I believe in a higher power and I believe in mind over matter.  I think he not only physically beat the disease with  poisonous cocktails that came in the form of chemo and radiation, but he beat it mentally as well.  He truly is the best stepfather I could have ever asked for.  And I am thankful he is still with us celebrating his birthdays. 

Now off to a surprise baby shower for M's teacher.  I wonder if I should put on the card..."Enjoy your moments of silence in the bathroom while they last"?!?