I think I have TB...

I sat at a booth at the county fair for a good portion of the week. I think I have cronic TB, otherwise known as Tired Butt.

It was a nice week. I personally had fun. We were in an air conditioned building so we didn't have to deal with the heat and humidity. I'm sure I would be singing a different tune if it had been the other way around.

My house has suffered greatly with my being gone so much. With Austin fending for himself my dishes had piled up to a shameful level but I could not bring myself to stay up late and wash them. I did make sure they were scrapped though. Nothing worse that putting your hand on a dirty plate and not knowing what it was.

I have realized that Austin just will not wash dishes and the fight to try to get him to is not worth it. After all I do not like sleeping on the couch and still having a grouchy husband. I much rather like to 'play' with him than to 'fight'. Call me crazy. And besides he is starting on my bathroom this week. I can hardly contain my excitement. But now back to my case of TB.

I even took Mason with me to the fair a couple of days and he did awesome. He really loves his stroller and will sit in it for hours just waiting for it to move. Everyone that saw him had to comment on how well behaved he was. Don't think I made him stay in the stroller the whole time I did let him out to play. I am just glad I don't have one those kids that always wants out of the stroller to get into trouble. He is happy with a couple of toys to play with on his tray.

So after me being gone a good majority of the week Austin decides that he is ready to start the bathroom and needs me to pick out stuff. Little did I know that he had planned on his parents coming over on Sunday morning. His mom to watch Mason while he and his dad worked on AutoCad laying out the plans for the bathroom. So instead of me being home washing dishes and cleaning he had me go with him to Lowe's and Menards. We would literally get home put Mason to bed and then go to bed ourselves.

So my house was a disaster when my mother-in-law came over on Sunday morning. How embarrassing. Austin didn't even care. Maybe that is because I try so hard to keep the house so that I can enjoy it. I know my idea of clean (lived in but tidy) and his mom's idea of clean are not the same thing (think sterile hospital). I could have strung him up by his toenails.