The many uses of duct tape

It’s been a week since I wrote in my blog, it seems as I’m as inconsistent with this as I am with everything in my life, with exception to my regularity! Too bad bran doesn’t work for all aspects of my life.


Megs had a sleep deprived EEG yesterday, which meant I had to keep her up until midnight and wake her up at 5am and keep her awake. Let me tell you, she had a hard time keeping me awake! That and Finnegan waking me up every hour due to his nose, throat and I’m pretty sure stomach by now filled with snot, life was good in my household yesterday. I was like a house of ten women all riding the crimson wave simultaneously. Scott was lucky to be working graveyards.

So I’ve decided what to name my next child if I were to have another one. Fartimer. Yes folks it IS a real name, I was looking up the meaning of Finnegan’s name online the other day and as I was scrolling down I couldn’t help but see this wonderful name. Think about it, yelling out the front door “Farty, it’s time for supper”. So Scott has a choice, vasectomy or Fartimer. He’s probably just read this and is now frantically googling local Vasectomy doctors! (He’s knows I’d do it!)

Why was I looking up the meaning of Finnegan’s name you ask? Well someone at work asked what his name meant. Beyond telling them “Mr Dress-up’s Sock puppet dog” I couldn’t tell them. People apparently demand meaning in lives and names. Pfft. Logan was named after Wolverine from the comic book. You can certainly tell I’m a deep and meaningful person.

Have you ever noticed how cute kids are when sleeping? I just went to check on my brats, I mean angels and had to smile at how beautiful they are. I think when you become a parent you somehow suffer brain damage. It strikes me as odd as to how you can stare down at a sleeping child and think about how beautiful, precious and wonderful they are when for the past fifteen hours before the little buggers succumbed to sleep they drove you to the brink and made you think of creative ways you could use duct tape. Ain’t parenthood grand?

Well all of my babies are asleep except the eleven and a half year old so I’m going to try to pass out and drool all over Scott’s pillow since he had the audacity to work graveyards tonight. Night night.