I will NOT be the HULK!

I am tired.  I am sleep deprived.  I have 5 kids.  I home school.  I live in a tiny house with 7 people. I have a newborn baby.  I have a house I don't like.  I have a yard without a fence.  I have a monkey of a 2 year old that is my ever constant demise.  I can go blah, blah, blah of excuses.  But what it comes down to, I am not acting like a mom should.

I am tired.  When I have a stress trigger pulled, I yell and have a temper tantrum like the worst of an ill behaved 3 year old. I am ashamed and yet, I haven't stopped it. I do apologize is my only redeeming quality.

I feel like I am missing some key important parenting tools in my tool box.  Unfortunately, I have some really bad ones that I haven't been able to stop from using.  The HULK tool.  I was handed the Hulk tool for my tool box from my own mom.  The Hulk tool resembles flying off the handle over every little thing.  Shaming.  Looking to always find a guilty party to blame with the constant who did this yell. Threats, threats, threats of doing some over the top things for not pleasing me.  Distracted while interacting.  My triggers go off and I turn into a monster.  I really think in my childish fits, I could flip a car!

I know that if I was not so exhausted, I wouldn't come close to using or considering the Hulk tool.  In fact, up until a year or two ago, I did not even know I owned it.  Well, 5 children in 8 years with a husband over working himself to feed and roof the clan, well I just got tired.  And when I mean tired, I mean not a sense left in me.  In the past few years, I have had passing by glimpses of my once vibrant self, but shortly later I would find myself in the trials of morning sickness.  I wouldn't take a day back, if it meant not having a single one of my blessed children.

But I am tired and I act like a monster.  Head down in shame, I am even known for throwing things.  Hmmm, great thing I want to teach my children.

First step is acknowledging it!  So my mantra is, "Lord, please do not let me be the Hulk" when I begin getting aggravated   At this time I might not be able to get my energy back and I might not get the stress triggers to go either, but I can pray that I can react in a more nurturing way than an aggressive child like manner.  Will you pray for me too?

~trish, a recovering HULK parent tool user!

Decorating for fall

http://www.familycorner.com/homegarden/crafts/pumpkin_candle_holders.shtml

 

So I used to love to get in the spirit of the season and go crazy decorating.  Well, with 4 kids so young, I find it hard to get the energy to cook dinner, much less decorating for a party or holiday.  So my house is the one that looks the same day after day inside and out, except for a Christmas tree in December and the grass continually growing and getting cut.

 

My inner self that constantly thinks and wishes for an altered life as I move constantly through this one, invisions a home decorated for the seasons with cool decor that is not found in a store.  I imagine all the cool ways to make these things.  And when I get the moment to sneak away to make something, I am clueless on what to do.  Well let me tell you!  These are so cool, and then I realized they are wine glasses!  Ahh, I can probably buy them for less than a dollar a piece.  If I get a chance, I am picking some up to make.

~trish

Ketchup!

I really hate that I need to give you a ketchup post!  Or catch up!  I can not figure out where the days go!  They fly by and I am whooped after wards and the day is not even over!

So the kids!  Kids are good!

#1 is loving school!  She is learning her sight words and loves the social of school. I make her lunch every bento style.  I have taken a few pictures. But not like I was.  I am still picking up cool containers, between the dollar Tree and Marshalls.

#2 is speaking a lot better with his speech class 2 times a week.  He seems to have really calmed down and his tantrums have almost ceased.  I am almost astonished by it.  He gets to be in a class with mostly boys.  Since he is surrounded by girls at home, this is great!

#3 is showing her true 2 yr old colors.  I am realizing there is a lot she does just to aggravate the other 2.  She is quiet, until they are in the car, and then she will sing and chatter nonsense just to talk over them.  Trouble!  She is calmer though.

#4 is growing!

This is #3 and #4!

Me.  Hmm, the dreaded 4 letter word, BUSY!  I run all day long and drop of exhaustion.  I started selling stamps again and love the fact that I am getting out and about because of it.  I am also cooking at church for Awanas. I am barely sewing.  I am planning a birthday party.  I am planning a scrapbook crop to benefit the children camp this summer.  I am raising money for another youth group this weekend and then a relay for life and Susan G Anthony.  So I am busy. Yuk!  I feel like all I do is drive around and hardly have a moment to sit.

I am a bit bewildered by it all.  I knew that this would happen, if they went to school.  I do not want to rush the days by, but I look forward to only making a trip to one school instead of 2.

I am also studying to get licensed for my professional engineering license.  Yuk! 

I am ready for fall!  Fall will be beautiful and fast.  It will be filled with a party!  A Festival!  Costumes! The Woods!  Hunting!  Mud!  A Turkey to cook!  And the breeze that makes everything calm.  A Garden!  Oh I love Fall!

I know it is right at the door and we will be in the thick of fall!  I have so much to do before then, so I can really enjoy it!

Costumes: I am thinkin the 3 little pigs and the big bad wolf!  You guess who the wolf will be!  The BOY of course!

See you soon!
~trish

The last 2 weeks of blur!

Well friends, the last 2 weeks have been rough in so many ways.  As a mom that wants to succeed at the task, I had to take inventory or my strengths and weaknesses and had to come to reality about my personal limits.  Like I said, it has been rough, a few personal meltdowns and finally coming to grips with the decisions we made.

I can imagine the “dun, dun, dun” loud eerie music playing.

Okay, no one died! But, my husband has been working some crazy hours with his second job. I feel so blessed that he is willing to work so hard.  These crazy hours are about15-17 hours each day on the weekend and 2-3 nights during the week, him working until 9 pm.  I had no idea how fragile our home is without him.  Let’s just say in no way, can this momma go it alone.  We were getting the kids fed, educated, and dressed, but this momma wasn’t getting to be the momma I want to be.

Now this side job will last like this for about 2 months.  I know we could put our school aside for that time and just focus on being mom, but then there is always another side job that will put the same schedule on him.  On top of this, I have a little test I have to study for that is a major deal. (This goes back to that professional degree I have.) 

So momma is off having day in and out with all 4, with pure exhaustion making me just want to cry when the voices are echoing off the walls to sound like I have an entire herd of hyenas in here.  So I was getting snappy with my precious babies and losing all joy in every moment and realized something needed to change.

I heard a while back on a podcast, that it is the attributes of the stay at home mom that will change the world.  It lingered in my mind as I was facing the stresses in my life at the moment.  What echoed is that it was not the homeschool mom that is changing the world, it is the stay at home mom.  SO it shook me that it is more important for me to be mom, than it is for me to school teacher.  I never thought that I would have to choose between the 2, but this is where my world is fragile without my husband being readily available in my day.

So I made the decision painfully and heartbreakingly.  And once I mourned at the loss this year of being able to school my own children, I put my big girl panties on and got to the business of enrolling my kids.  I made the decision Tuesday, enrolled them on Wednesday, and they started on Thursday!

Here they are on their first day.  Now #1 started kindergarten. #2 is going to VPK.  #3 just wants to go to school, so she totes a backpack with her all day long.  Every time we stop somewhere, she ask if this is her school.  I am using this opportunity to tell her she needs to go pee pee in a potty, so she can go to school one day.

Now we are on day 3 of them going to school and wow!  I feel like I am coming back to my old self again.  So I am embracing the change. I am also changing things with the baby! 

She has been evicted from my bed. She is thrashing around through the night and I am not getting any sleep.  I am almost dried up and have lost all desire to nurse.  SO now I am trying to get her on a schedule to take her bottle and sleep through the night.  I had to get on the phone today and find a crib that would fit in our bedroom, because she has outgrown the bassinet.  Thankfully a friend came through with the coolest port-a-crib.

It is low to the grown, so it is not overwhelming in a small room.  Against better judgement, I will show you what my room looks like.  We do not have anything fancy, it is just the nuts and bolts of real life.

 

And I didn’t clean up from my sewing project.  I even sew in my little bedroom.  Here is my $20 Janome machine I picked up at Goodwill.

I dream of grander things, but today is not the day for them and that is that.  I will make due with what I have got, because I know one day I WILL have them the way I want, so I will practice patience.  None the less, I get a lot of sewing done at this spot.

So all this craziness and meltdowns is the reason I have been lacking any real thought to my postings and why I was late on my give-away.

I do want to share my excitement for the plans to my new family order.  I am giving myself this week to catch back up on my house.  But hopefully next week, we will start back up on the unit study side of the MFW kindergarten program.  I want to continue to show them God in everything around us and the one week unit studies are perfect for that.  The nice part is, the unit studies have so many activities, I doubt they will feel like “work”.

I am also excited to have more time to devote to making my home more stream lined.  Yeah!  I hope that by the end of the school year, I will be more at a maintenance level than a purge and organize level. SO I plan to keep FLYING with the flylady!

I better post my next giveaway, toodles!

~trish

High Chair makeover!

 

I am feeling back to normal, now that I have enrolled my kids into the public school system.  I can melt away telling you how my heart broke and the reasons we came to this decision, but I will leave it to another time.  I really want to share with you something I have been wanting to do and today, I did it.  I made over a highchair that was given to me.

AFTER

 

BEFORE

I do want to say, by Monday, I plan to start back where I left off in conversation, as if the last 2 weeks we were on pause.  So, Saturday night I will be pulling the name for the #2 giveaway.  So you still have a chance to win.  I will show giveaway #3 on Monday.

~trish

Anniversary gift

This beautiful dishcloth was crocheted by my mother in law.  I love it.  It is hard to express all the things it makes me feel and think, especially since it is such a least thought about item in our homes.  I want to say for such a simple item and tool that we use, it feels lavish and warm and comforting, like the days I would hold my great grandmother’s warm soft wrinkly hands. [That would be a whole other topic about being a child and craving those soft dish worn hands to touch my childish face.  And how I am in shock that so many women are more concerned with the youthful appearance of their hands than the tenderness and wisdom that their hands can bring to comfort a child. another day].

A beautiful dishcloth can go unnoticed among a sink and counter full of dishes. Even worst, a beautiful dishcloth can be kept up for safe keeping away from the stale food that sits on those plates from the previous nights dinner.  A beautiful set of dishcloths that were made with tenderness and love can be hidden away and forgotten about by a clutter hound. A beautiful dishcloth like this can shine like a ruby at the top of a crown when it is left on a cleaned counter, next to a polished sink.

You see, I love yarned dishcloths, but I found them greatly impractical because I never wanted them to be dirty after all that time was spent on making them.  Well, I have finished about 3 weeks of Fly Lady training.  I am far from mastering a routine and a beautiful kept house!  But I have the most beautiful sink and never knew it.  My sink is a double white cast iron sink that was filled with stains from onion peels and such.  Well, working slowly to create a routine, I have managed to keep a base point of my kitchen sink cleaned and pretty much the surrounding counter top.  Well, my mother in law blessed me with this beautiful dishcloth and for once, I was excited to have it at my sink like a badge of honor.

Then the dishcloth started to linger in my heart.  Have you ever read The five Love Languages by Dr. Gary Chapman?  Well this book was given to me a couple months after our honey moon ended.  As a side note, two head strong personalities can quite literally end the honeymoon period of their marriage on the way home from the honeymoon AND we did.

So back to the 5 love languages.  My husband’s love language is acts of service, mine quality time.  Well, in the beginning of our courtship or something like that. In retrospect I would like to think of it as courtship, in reality it was not.  Alright, I was a little too well know for my huge DISLIKE of dishes.  When I lived alone in college, I would let them pile for days and then scornfully do them, when the last dish was gone.  I just know grasped the concept that I do not have to have the dishwasher bulging and it has a button that allows it to run more than once a day, hmm!  So one day I come home and I get a strange feeling something was wrong/different.  Not a comforting notion when you live alone.  SO I look around and realize after walking from room to room, there WAS something missing, MY DISHES!  They were gone and the sink was clean?!

Wow!  It was like the tooth fairy had shown up with the money truck.  My darling husband had stopped by to find that I was not home and decided to let himself in (I believe at this time we were not dating but just friends and he was there to gain access to my fridge.)  Well with the lack of anything to do, he did my dishes.  Wow! Should have know then that he was the one I was going to marry, NO MORE DISHES!  Well, I married him anyways and during the first few year he did the dishes often. 

{{5 Love languages comes in here}} Well during a typical heated argument for my need for love, still didn’t get the whole love thing, I was a new Christian and well, new to marriage. 

I demanded that I wanted time with him because that is what people who were in love do. 

Well, he argued that he did love me, because look he did the dishes. ((enter weird scooby doo sound)). 

My ignorant response was, why do I care about that, I can hire someone for that, but I can not hire someone to LOVE ME!

Yes folks, I was that naive.  So we read the book, the light bulb turns on and my mouth makes the sound “OOooooooooo.  Wow?  Really???”  Who would have thought that one?

So this next month will be my 8th  wedding anniversary to my wonderful strong headed husband. In the last 8 years, I have learned a lot about him, but mostly me.  In fact, there are days that I realize he could have chained into an entirely different person and it really does not matter.  Now I choose to love him.  And honestly, since I am being too honest, I sometime love him, while I am on the phone telling him about why I find it ridiculous that I have to love him in “that way” (insert whatever task I am doing at the moment)  and can’t he just put his socks in the basket, instead of me stumbling onto his secret stash of dirty socks.

In the past 3 weeks as I am taking the beginning steps to become a better person, no not really, just a better help mate to my husband, a better mother, and the tick-tock of our home’s rhythm, I am embracing my role at the sink.  I know I am working on a deep change that is unlacing every bit of my internal fiber, to be woven new by only God’s hands and I am letting him.  I will be an orderly person, I will keep my home kept, and I will not live among clutter.  The eternal chant that reminds me of God’s truth, is that He is not a God of chaos. (I am an engineer, so please realize that even spell check does not work for me, when I use caios, I really mean chaos, I spell it like it sounds not by the American language change of rules policy)

oh, back to my thought, so I am using flylady to become a person of order and it is going to take everything I got to surrender to God’s will for this to happen.  But that little dishcloth and the comfort of my great grandmother’s hands reminds me that I have an ultimate love given to me and I can simply keep my home kept, to give that love to others.  To celebrate this and surround myself with this knowledge of surrender to love my husband as he needs to be loved, I plan to have about 8-10 dishcloths made by my anniversary so I have one daily (with a few backups) to keep me in constant acknowledgement.

So I made my first 2 here

 

And I am working on my next one here:

 

Then just last night I was reminded by God’s Power and how he gives to us through the love of other people that He surrounds us with.  Because last night, I was given these 2 dishcloths out of the blue.  WOW!  I was so excited!  She had no idea how such a simple and often overlooked tool in the kitchen that she took the time and love to make, could mean so much to me.

What I love about them the most is that each one is different.  Some are crocheted and some are knitted.  They have different stitches and different yarn.  They are different sizes.  Together, they remind me that each season of marriage is different and will feel and look different from the others.  Enjoy the beauty of the good seasons and the survival of the hard seasons and no matter what, this too shall pass, like it or not.  And most of all, I CHOOSE to love, I do not feel love.  Love is not a feeling or emotion, it is a job.  Which means, I will not ever worry about falling out of it, I either choose to love or I don’t.  Now falling in and out of lust, is a given.  I just hope the Good Lord doesn’t mess with that until we can both no longer………

 

Well, good night you all! :)

~trish

The hooks I love!

 

 

I love these hooks!  I love how easy it is to put them up and be able to hang things out of the way so easily.  One of the

reasons I love them, is that my walls within my house are concrete.  I am not just talking concrete blocks, I am also talking concrete coated.  So to hang ANYTHING! I need a hammer drill and a 20 page commitment contract with my husband that I really want a hole there and that I will keep something hanging.  Because those holes are not easily patched.  But having these hooks makes a huge difference. A double pack of hooks this size cost me about $4.  I also get smaller ones for hanging garland in the house.  I have even thought to use them for clothes line affect with the kids master pieces.

I am really impressed that they can hold a lot of weight.  My purse typically has a wallet, calendar, and camera; along with all the other stuff that attracts in it.  I have no fear that it will stay up.

 

So this is an option, especially if you do not want to wait on the hubby to hang something.  (Mine has intentionally hid the hammer drill on me)

 

~trish

Goodbye clutter, HELLO functional!

This post is to celebrate less!  Less stuff that is.  Background, please! I really have a big house with lots of little rooms that is filled with lots of littles and according to my friend and lots of furniture.  So I have in my house a couch and a futon, because my darling husband won’t let me get rid of the futon, in case, we have company.  Well, I agree with said friend, too much stuff is really hard to live with.  So I am slowly replacing things.  Like remember the once loved ashtray chair that was in hopes to replace, but couldn’t due to obnoxious smell.

Well, I am saying good bye to these two items.

I am picking up this tomorrow:

because it does this:

(side note: new sofa is 4 inches shorter than the old one because of the lack of huge arms)

And the most awesome thing about it, is I am using this to help pay for it!

Do not stress, I have already purchased its replacement a couple weeks ago for $20 at Goodwill, right here.

   Look familiar, yep, a pretty version of the ashtray and probably more comfortable since I don’t have to hold my breath.

Confetti going everywhere!

~trish

TV ruins a good education

I am in the beginning of reading The Educated Child  by William Bennett, et al. and he states that TV ruins a good education.  He list all the background  to which he determined that statement.  all made sense to me, so I am emplimenting no TV from Sunday to Friday.

Here is the result, some good fashion playing is taking place.

MUD!  Not shown are the muddy children.  Not stated this is what and where I discovered them as we were to be walking out of the house and into the van. Obviously, my morning is going long than expected.

~trish

A new routine for my kitchen.

   So I have been using FlyLAdy to build a new routine to clean with. Who am I kidding.  I hate to clean, I am building my first routine of keeping house.  I hate to keep house.  I work so hard and it feels like I am running in circles and getting nothing accomplished.  Well, I decided to try FlyLady. Well, my kitchen is very quickly coming together pretty and clean. 

Just to recap, I did clean my sink on the first day, but this was my counters.  And there was nothing special about that day, this was my counters everyday.

 

I promise that I did not move things around the room to make it look good.  Here is another day and the entire kitchen.

suddenly, my kitchen is feeling spacious.  I take up the whole counter when I make dinner now, because I have the entire counter to use.  I am not getting stressed when the kids bring their bowls to the sink, because there is space to put them.  So what if food gets on the counter, I am going to clean it off no matter what. 

What I am liking about FLY LADY:

First, it is not “go clean your house and then keep it up”.  Her way is start a routine a little at a time and before you know it, your house will be sparkling.  My attitude has always been to exhaust myself and scream as I would try and deep clean a cluttered house, then be exhausted and never keep it up or get back to it.

Second, you start with manageable accomplishments and somehow I always do a little more.

Third, I have been working hard but the good kind of hard.  I put in 100% and got 100% accomplished. Usually, I feel like I put 100% towards my goals and got 10% accomplished because I was moving with no direction and just mostly chasing my tail everyday around this house.

And forth, I like the smell of bleach and never knew it. I can’t believe how good my reflection looks in my sink. I didn’t know a toilet could be pretty. I love the look of shock when my husband comes home.

~trish

Should there be instructions for glue?

I thought, hmm, I bet my kids would love to do a craft.  How about some foam pirates and hula dancers, this should be easy enough.  I can help out in the beginning and get some stuff done in the kitchen.  I will be mom of the year!

Well, reality hit about an hour later with the glue bottle now empty.  My sweet, but almost always misunderstood 4 year old son took this project on, ambitiously!  My always initial reaction is why did you have the intent on destroying everything? But I just sent him in to clean up.  As I surveyed the damage and tried not to cry at the obvious misery I would have to work at to clean, I soon started seeing little people.?

 

If you look carefully, you can see a few of them on the table.  A since of relief hit me, that he was really trying here, I just had to be willing to look beyond the glue.  As the head house maid in the family, it is hard to look past the glue.

I did get it all cleaned up, relatively easily.  I put the people aside to dry and scraped all the extra foam pieces.  From there I left it alone for a few hours.  My wonderful husband came home to tell me “You didn’t want to clean that up before the table got ruined?” Ahh, men!  Well, that evening I just pealed the dried glue off the table and the table was fine.

 

I do have to say, having now 3 girls and 1 boy, my attitude and demeanor is often frustrated with the wild ways of a boy.  sometimes it feels like it is smooth sailing running through the day with the girls and the entire time I am fighting with my son to stop making waves.  ( My best analogy would be a day with girls is like a yoga class and the day with a boy is like hip hop aerobics, one relaxed and one high energy) Add on this being insanely tired from having a newborn that I am nursing, it is easy to say I can get snappy at the wave maker. 

I was so thankful, that I sent him inside initially when I was shocked at seeing the mess.  Having him in another room allowed me to completely take in the picture with out him continuing to make more wakes.  This allowed me to see his accomplishment and praise him for it.  I wish I had a stop button for time, so I can do more taking in the whole picture during all the ciaos, so I could easily see and praise the effort , instead of reacting to the mess.

~trish

Urge to Purge is BACK!

  SO to be a way! I went unplugged for just over a week, totally unintentionally.  I would never want to unplug from you, but I snuck away to see family and had no telephone service or internet.  So I had almost a week of no phone calls or keeping up with anything.  I was even unplugged from my sewing machine, now that was the most daunting part.

While I was staying at my uncluttered, simply arranged sisters house, I found a nice book by Better Homes and Gardens. I really liked this book.  I only got to get about an inch deep into it, but found it heavy in wonderful information about keeping a home. 

 

Now I know this sounds funny of an idea, a book to help you keep home, but I quickly realized keeping a house a home, takes art.  The art that you must learned and let me say, I have not and did not learn it.  It had a ton of details about everything, even making a bed.  So being in a clean home with an inspiring book, I got the urge to have the same at home.

 

So I spent the 8 hour drive home making my initial game plan, hmm, boy is this sounding familiar to one of the many post I have done on the overwhelming clutter I have.  I will say, over the past few years and months, I have drastically decreased my clutter. 

My problem at the moment is,

1. Yes, there is still stuff to get rid of and removed from the house.
2. Some things really will not have a home until some remodeling is done (and of course, my darling husband refuses to start until everything is moved out of his way, YUCK!)
3. It is time to find a reasonable home for the rest of it.

To help motivate my I am calling upon the knowledge of FlyLady!

Our FlyLady system is all about establishing little habits that string together into simple routines to help your day run on automatic pilot. You can do this! – Essentially it is an outside source that reminds you to work on your chores.  I did this when I had my first child and would get emails telling me to clean this and that – as funny as it sounds- it was the boost I needed to get it done.

I am coming back to Fly Lady to help me maintain a routine outside of myself as to controller to make it work.  I am not sure if I am going to sign up for the emails or have a reminder on my calendar to do things each day.

 

Fly Lady’s initial push is all about the kitchen sink!  Clean, sparkle and polish.  There is even instructions to do it.  Well I got started tonight.

The funniest thing happened, I decided I should wipe the window ledge above and then I noticed how dirty the screen was.  Next thing I know, I am on a chair taking down the screen and washing them.  These are good wire screan, so I was able to scrub it good.  I was shocked at the dirt.

 

At this point I want to add a little condition statement.  This is still what you see when you look right and left of the sink.

Ah, oh well, my sink is pretty.  And besides, baby steps.   Maybe tomorrow my counters will be cleaned.

Fly lady, fly!

~trish

Finishing up on the Smokers Chair

 

Remember my post that one of the things I wanted to get done this summer was to finish my ashtray chair.  Well, I got started on it!

So I just took a knife and started cutting at the seams.   I realized very quickly that I had no idea what I was doing.

Then I realized that this thing has had water damage.  And then I knew what I needed to do to make this chair right.

So I took the hardware off at the bottom and took it to the curb.

~trish

In the hen house.

 

So what is the best thing to be doing at 39+ weeks prego, paint a hen house of course.  The kids loved it and we even attracted the neighbors to help.  I did build this with the help of my husband and neighbor.  I got all excited when I seen them on www.backyardchickens.com, I knew I had to build one.  The house is a mixture of left over colors from the house.  Some of it is from a bedroom, mosre from the kitchen.  We just opened old cans and everyone grabbed a brush!

As you can see, everyone painted!  Even the 2 year old. Can you see the huge amount of paint on her brush!  I was trying to get her to paint the base!

    

What I love most is great neighbors.  Especially the kind that says “I DONT PAINT”, but can’t resist the paint brush.  We are always blessed to have them as our neighbors.

So here it is.  The lift is again thanks to my neighbor, he figured it was too heavy for me to lift.  This is just a simple design made from scraps. Of course, %1 is still painting the underneath.

 

I have 2 hen boxes for the girls to lay eggs. I still have several months.   And the other picture is the opening.

 

Of course, we had a few other things painted, like noses.  I did put #2 and #3 to work cleaning brushes, but then they were off bathing themselves in the paint bucket.

All I could think of, as my husband griped about having to clean the brushes was Amy’s post about the top 10 reasons to have a large family, #1 -  THEY SURE ARE FUN.

Yes, we would have had a great time even with 2 or 1 kids in the paint bucket, but having 3 just made it crazier that you could not stop laughing as paint was being slung from brush to house.

 

I did get said paint off all of them, before sending them to bed.  Said brushes, no.

~trish