2 glasses of wine down the hatch.

Suffice it to say the last month or so has been overwhelmingly awful. My butt has been kicked from health to finances to emotions. To top it all off, I've got my period, and a stupid mosquito just bit me to steal some much needed blood. So tonight, I will be drinking wine. Hope that darn mosquito got a big gulp too and has managed to fly into a wall somewhere, because my reflexes were already slowed enough to miss smacking it!

I suppose saying that I will be drinking wine is really not truthful. Perhaps I am drinking wine would be closer to the mark. Even closer to the mark would be that I have consumed 2 glasses of wine. Thank goodness for spell check.

So I will share a funny from my wonderful son, Collin, because laughter has been a hard to find comodity around these here parts the last few days. Collin has special needs and can often be defiant and emotional. He can be a handful and a half, but along with all his struggles comes a sense of humor that seems to mature each day.

Today, the Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn books were brought up in passing. I remember reading those books and just loving them. So, when Collin and I were talking about this summer, I told him we needed to get him those books to read. Thankfully, this child has inherited a love of books from both myself and Chris.

So he asked me a bit about the books. I told him the basics, and he got a huge smile on his face. I couldn't tell exactly what was going on behind those lovely big big brown eyes and lopsided smile beyond the fact that he was obviously thinking something mischievous. So he asked me, "Does Tom get in a lot of trouble?" I laughed and said, "Yes!" His grin got even bigger when he replied, "Sounds like the book for me." Funny boy! Now, however, I'm not sure if those books were the best idea. I'm afraid that he will start reading them to his two younger brothers and it will all be downhill from there. LOL!

The last day of school is tomorrow. Three wild boys, all day long, is that not a frightening thought? The oldest has a broken arm, special needs, and a seizure disorder. The middle is the most mischevious sneaky monkey I know. The youngest is not far behind in trouble level from the other two, and he has two of the bluest biggest most beautiful blue eyes and he's not afraid to use them to his advantage. Can you say I'm in way over my head?

I'm already shaking in my boots. Not a lot of money, so all entertainment must be free or cheep. So there are playgrounds. There are walks on the wildlife refuge. There are arts and crafts and board games. There is the library for books and tapes. So, hmm, the first week of summer is covered! Only 7 more to go!

Thankfully, my most wonderful and adored parents will be taken Jack for a week, and Collin and Thomas have decided that they want to go together. Okay, so now we are down to 5 weeks with all three of the little darlings.

For the first time ever, all three of my boys will be going to full day camp for two whole weeks. I have no idea what I am going to do with those two weeks! I have a feeling that I will probably spend the first few days driving around the parking lot worried about my youngest! But that's two more weeks down.

That leaves 3 more weeks. One of those weeks, we will spend 3 days camping. So now we are down to two more weeks. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can last the last couple of weeks without totally losing my mind. Of course, there will have to be a few more bottles of wine along the way.

I have a feeling there will be many many more blog posts about our summer and how I'm going to survive the testosteron toxicity that exists in a house with 3 boys, a husband, 1 male dog, and 2 male cats. Please send some estrogen this way?