Monday Mumbers

Created by Good Enough Mama.

7 The number of days my husband will be out of town (state!) this week.

.00001 The percent chance I'll still be sane when he returns home.

0 The number of teeth Ollie has, although who knows how many he's working on.

3/4 The amount of a bottle of Motrin we've been through in the past week (after trying all my usual natural/homeopathic remedies).

4 The number of hours I slept last night, despite Motrin, and definitely not consecutively, but more like in 30 minute intervals.

3 The number cups of coffee I've had so far this morning.

0 The amount of shame I feel as I shamelessly brag about Ollie crawling again. If you haven't already, go watch the videos. Isn't he a cutie?!

9283 The number of times I've cursed at our slow dial-up after being spoiled to my mom's high-speed.

11 The number of new cloth wipes / washcloths I listed yesterday.

5 The number of new Owie Bags I also listed.

14 The number of sales I need to reach 300. Hoping to make it by the end of the month.

23 47 52 76 The number of times I've been interrupted so far writing this post.

12 The number of typos and spelling errors FireFox has so lovingly found and underlined for me.

100 The percent of randomness this post contains. Sorry. I'll try to form some more coherent posts in the next few days.

Monday Mumbers

0 the number of times I’ve done Monday Mumbers before, so bear with me as I get the hang of it. I originally saw it on Pancakes Gone Awry and Three Channels , but seems they snagged it from Good Enough Mama (which is where I snagged that snazzy graphic!)

3 the number of blogs in the above sentence that you should go read.

26 the number of kbps my dial-up internet is connecting at, which is half the speed regular dial-up. Which is why I’m so far behind in reading/commenting on everyone else’s blogs.

38 the number of meltdowns Isaiah’s had over me changing him, whether it be a sopping wet shirt from a juice accident, or a nasty poopy diaper that’s already turning his bum bright red.

19 the number of times I’ve let Isaiah wear an absolutely filthy clothes to bed to avoid a fight.

912 the number of ooey gooey boogeys Oliver’s nose has produced.

50 the percentage of aforementioned ooey gooey boogeys that end up smeared on me.

3 the number of bowls of spaghetti my mom convinced an also-sick Abbie into eating, by telling her they were worms, and she must eat them all to be able to fly like a robin. (She also encouraged the kids to eat with their fingers- thanks mom!)

8938819383 the number of times I’m grateful for not only having such a wonderful mom, but that my children get to grow up with such a wonderful Abuela (as she likes to be called. She says she’s too young to be called “grandma”).

4 the number of days until my mom’s mastectomy.

928472474 the number of positive thoughts I’ve already sent her way, envisioning her to be cancer-free very soon

7384 the number of times I’ve thought to myself CANCER SUCKS, both on behalf of my mom and sweet Taylor.

27 the number of minutes I’ve spent staring at this screen, trying to come up with a way to end this post.

1 the number of times it took me almost falling of my chair as I’m nodding off to sleep before deciding to just say g’night!