Well hello out there!! Yes it's your favorite sarcastic blogger, here to rant about the bunch and get you all caught up! I know it's been a while since the last blog AND YES I KNOW I SAID THAT IN THE LAST BLOG...

Get use to that line, because Mama Kris is busssssyyyyy!

A lot has happened since Easter so grab some tea because I'm about to spill ours! First and foremost Bianca is an official licensed driver! Can we please get a round of applause on this? The reason being for the applause, is that all the way to the road test Bianca kept saying "oh my God, I'm going to fail!!" Now, being the amazing, supportive parents that Tammy and I are, we just kept encouraging her that she was going to do fine and pass. In the back of my mind I was thinking of the time I took my road test and how the instructors were just straight up assholes and were determined to fuck with you and crush your soul. Who remembers back in the day when the instructors use to get in the car and refuse to put on their seat belt just to mess with you? They all looked the same too! Every single soul crusher looked like this:

I have to say Bianca had a pretty cool looking instructor. They really modernized the DMV since I took my test! Dude had a long as beard and was covered in tattoos with gauges. So Bianca gets in the car, the instructor gets in and we watch her drive off around the building. I'm not even lying when I say that she drove around the building, did a parallel park and came back. Tammy and I both looked at each like:

At first we thought she failed, but she rolled down the window and gave us the thumb's up and I literally said, "damn that was the quickest road test in history!" I now know why the road test was quick, because getting her actual license looked just like this:

Yep, a 2.5 second road test and a two hour wait to get the license, so please everyone reading give not only Bianca a round of an applause, but me for not losing my shit during the wait. I'm sure you're all wondering what I've been up to and if you haven't I'm going to tell you anyway, because that's the point of a blog! Up until last weekend, I was still coaching basketball. My 8th grade team had it's last official tournament of the season down in Hershey for Nationals. It was a nice little three day get-away full of basketball. Now the season has come to an end I have weekends free for the most part. So you'll be happy to know that  regular bi-weekly blogs will be coming your way. I know you're all sitting behind your computer or phone reading this acting like:

Don't act like your not....!

So let's rant about the children shall we? I mean what be a true Kris blog if I wasn't ranting about children and what they do? So as you all know by now, we have like a million kids. I exaggerate but in all honesty it truly feels like that sometimes. It's like I'll be talking to one kid and then two more will walk in and then after they leave, three more DIFFERENT kids walk in and in my head I'm thinking "didn't I just talk to you?" It's like a revolving door of kids in here. At times I swear it looks like this when I get home from work:

Half the time, I'm calling the kids the animal names and the animals the kids names. Anyone out there with more children than the state requirement, which I am now declaring as two, can truly appreciate what I am about to say. Picture this, you have 5 kids living in your house, accept the fact that you are outnumbered at this point. It becomes a real life episode of The Survivor. You buy groceries and within a matter of minutes it looks like the apocalypse has just hit. Your refrigerator now looks like this:

What to do in this situation you ask? Well, lucky for you I have tips to survive raising kids. First step, buy food and hide in your bedroom! That is the number rule of surviving a household of children that you would think have a tapeworm. My wife and I have all kinds of snack hidden in all areas of our bedroom. You have have to multiple hiding spots. Here's why; one kid happens to go into your room because you order them to get you your phone charger. You can't just have all the good stuff out in the open. Put the shit in a hamper. They'll never look there! Multiple hiding spots people, take it from us, they still haven't found the bag of chips!  Moving on to step two of Kris' Survival Guide to Outsmarting the Kids, hide everything. We have toilet paper, paper towels and pod tides (not for you think) hidden in spots all over our room.

You might be asking, "why hide toilet paper?" Well if your kids are anything like ours, they like to take all the toilet paper to their respective bathrooms and then mistakenly "forget" to tell you there's no more toilet paper left. This especially happens, when you're on the toilet. Ah kids, gotta hate em, I mean love them. Now, you're probably asking why hide paper towels. Kids think paper towels are napkins and they use them to blow their noses, to dry their hands, clean their mouths, all things not intended for paper towels. It says during the commercials that paper towels clean up spills! Not to mention that instead of the kids going the extra mile and actually throwing the paper towels away in the garbage can, they leave them waded up in a disgusting ball of filth on the counter next to the kitchen sink. I'm trying to contemplate why they do this. I mean it's not like we can re-use your waded filthy paper towel and rehang in on a cardboard roll.

Again, you might be wondering why are we hiding tide-pods in our bedroom. Well for the simple fact that everyone does laundry excessively in this house, we need to hide them. Stay with here, if there are no tide pods they don't do laundry. Just the other day, I was getting ready to do laundry and the last time I checked there were 4 tide pods left. I go down to find one left. Now keep in mind I asked if anyone had laundry in the washer and dryer because EVERYONE in this house knows I do laundry on Sundays. Everyone answers no. I go down and there is a hoodie in the washer. ONE hoodie, not a load of clothes, not more than one hoodie a single fucking hoodie. I come to find out that Mike decided that washing one hoodie with one tide pod was acceptable. I'm sorry you didn't think that maybe holding off and washing multiple hoodies or clothes with a tide pod was better than wasting a tide pod on ONE hoodie??

Then we have our teenage daughter who lets clothes pile up for a month and decides, only after having absolutely nothing left to wear that NOW would be a good time to do laundry. So she uses 3, because there's a month worth of clothes to wash. I swear I'm about to break out the old fashion way of washing clothes. Hey kids, go out on hike, find a river, a nice big rock, wet your clothes and beat them over the rock, take a bar of soap with ya! Kids nowadays have it made! To recap, I have given you all two very important survival skills to outsmart your kids. I can't give them all away to you right now, because then you won't read my book when it comes out, so start with those two and let me know how it goes. Remember parents:

I made a career change recently, which has been amazing to say the least. When my company was on-boarding me, I had to go for my first ever drug test. At first I was like this is fun! Not because I was afraid of the results but because I've never had to take a drug test. What can I say, new things interest me. So I show up at the lab and they call me in immediately. By the way, when you go for a drug test, its a priority so you don't have wait, skip right to the head of the line. I was greeted by the tech, "Kristen insert last name here" (i'm not telling you all my last name, we aren't tight like that yet), so I smiled and said "good morning!" She looked down at the script and then looked at me and her whole demeanor changed. She looked at me like I was a criminal, even worse like a drug addict. She rudely said "follow me down to room 15". Easy there tonto, it's like I can take a detour of the lab, there's only one friggen hallway. After she did what she had to do with the script she says, "lets go to the bathroom now". I'm sorry, excuse me? "Lets go", I'm not peeing in a cup with you watching. She walks into the bathroom, lifts up the lid, throws some tablet into the water, that turned it blue, grabbed the hand soap and removed the garbage can. At this point, I'm standing in the bathroom like:

I was so confused as to why she removed the garbage can and took the hand soap. Anyway, she hands me the cup, she tells me, "pee in the cup, the remainder can go in the toilet, after you wipe don't throw the toilet paper in the toilet and don't wash your hands until I come back in. When you're done knock on the door!" I'm sorry but what the fuck is going on here. First, where else would I put the "remainder" of my urine go...on the floor?! Secondly, you expect me to hold used toilet paper?? 

Like I'm sorry, I wasn't raised in a barn. Any who, I peed in a cup, which for females, its a struggle. I knocked on the door, while holding used toilet paper waiting for Officer Lab Tech to give me the go ahead to throw it out. She examines the toilet water, then examines my urine and goes, "hmmm"? Hmmmm what bitch, it's yellow like urine is suppose to be! Then she hands me the soap and says "wash your hands." As if I wasn't going to do that, but thanks for looking out! As if things couldn't get any creepier, she stood there glaring at me as I washed me hands. Like was I not washing my hands for the appropriate amount of time? After I washed my hands back to room 15 we went where I had to sign off on my pee. Just so you all know the drug test came back negative. In case you all were concerned based on past blogs.

Summer is here....yay for everyone that doesn't have to work. Our youngest child, Anthony had his "Moving Up Ceremony" last week. Moving up ceremonies are so much fun, not for parents but for the kids. Ya know the kids really feel like they accomplished something. They put in five long, hard years of elementary school. My lord all the coloring, arts and crafts, songs they had sing and fun the had in class, must have been really tough on them. I'm joking, not really, but in all seriousness, we were proud of Anthony. Anthony has an IEP and has had one since 3rd grade so for him to stand on the stage and receive his "Moving Up" Certificate at grade level, really made us proud. Until, as I was recording him walking out of his ceremony, he yells "Mom, do you believe this, 180 days and all i get is a handshake and a piece of paper!!" Me:

I mean what do you say to that? Kid kinda had a valid point! Let's do better elementary schools, give them a friggen tassle and hat to at least throw up in the air, not cupcakes and cookies so they come home fucking crazy and sugared up. What happened to healthy snack options? That just went right out the window now that you all are done with them huh? I see how it is!

Well there you have it, you're all officially caught up now!!

OOOOOH, good news, the Gady Moms are back on the mic, so don't forget to go check out the Gaydy Moms latest podcast here

​Until next time.. which will be in two weeks in case you all were wondering!

It has been an insanely busy month. I have been coaching two girls' AAU basketball teams, so my week nights are filled with practices, reviewing game films and going over strategies, while the weekends are consumed by tournaments. Most of the weekends, we're driving from one end of the state to the other. Basically our weekends look a lot like this:

Speaking about driving all over the place, Bianca started her diving lessons this month and will be taking her road test in the next week or so. I get the job of teaching our girls how to drive, since my wife still suffers from some post-traumatic stress from her accident. Lucky me! I practiced a few times with Bianca before she started lessons and I personally thought she did a great job. However, Bianca has this thing where the entire time she's driving she constantly repeats "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!" I have to reassure her that she's not going to die. The first few times we went out it resembled a lot like this:

The "I'm going to die" comment carried over to her lessons with the driving school. Fortunately she had a very patient instructor that reassured her that dying wasn't an option. Apparently the instructor wasn't happy with the way I taught her how to take right hand turns. She had come home from lesson and told us that he was like "Bianca you need slow down when taking those right hand turns". According to Bianca her right hand turns are kind of like this:

Look I don't see anything wrong taking a turn like that. What does he expect her to do? Stop and then make the turn?? Come on Dave.. get with the program. Needless to say her right hand turns got better, she completed her lessons and is now ready for her test! 

Mother nature is finally getting her shit together and realizing that we are in April and we need warmer weather. That being said, my wife had the brilliant idea of taking our two doggos to the dog park. The dog park is always fun with our two dogs. Now in fun, I mean if you want to slowly stab yourself repeatedly with a sharp object while you sit and watch two boujee ass dogs do absolutely nothing! This dog park is like Great Adventure for dogs without the lines. I mean this place has dog tunnels, hoops, toys and buckets of water. What do our two dogs do? One is sitting on my wife's lap and the other pissing on everything he sees even though he's got nothing left. Like why you lifting up your leg to pee on something bruh when you know your tank is empty? Like what's the point?

I put teddy in the tunnel and he was confused as hell. Here I am on the other side talking to him like a child, saying "come on buddy walk through it". Meanwhile he's in the middle of the tunnel like:

It took him about a good 5 minutes to realize he wasn't trapped. Then I decided to play fetch with him. So here I am throwing a ball and yelling "Teddy get the ball", while Teddy is like:

Clearly he wasn't feeling the "I throw the ball, you run and bring it back game". I looked at my wife and said "what the hell is wrong with our dogs? Dogs are supposed to love the dog park. Not these two! When we got home, they both ran to their water bowls and drank like they ran a damn 5K and then curled up on the couch and took a nap. What the hell were they tired from. One sat on the bench, while other thought he was trapped inside a tunnel. I looked at my wife and said, "well that was 30 minutes of my life I'll never get back".  

Moving on.. so by now you all know that we have a shit ton of kids. So a few weekends ago it was tournament weekend, my wife and I were up at 6am and on the road by 8am for our 9:30 game. I had a total of 5 games between my two teams. After the tournament, Tammy and I stopped to grab something to eat and when we got home the house was dark. At first I was like "YES, they're out doing sibling shit and its quiet relaxation time for us"! We get out of the car and all of a sudden we hear this insanely loud obnoxious music playing and strobe lights coming from our living room. I turned to my wife and said "what the fuck is happening right now?" As soon as we walk in this happened:

I'm getting jumped into, spun around, pushed, shaken and blinded by some makeshift fucking strobelights made out of our sauce pots and cell phones! I look down and I see Bianca doing her Sweat workout on a yoga mat. No lie, while all this is happening, there's Bianca like:

We literally thought we were on Prank Wars and the Twilight Zone combined. Complete and total mind fuck! Not to mention I had left overs from our dinner in a bag that I put in the kitchen, after I eventually escaped the insanity of what we call our children; I walk into the kitchen and Mike is getting ready to throw my left overs in the garbage. H-O-L-D T-H-E F-U-C-K!! Listen off springs.. it's one thing to play games with me, but when you fuck with my leftovers we throwing down. This house party went on for hours and then they all went their separate ways leaving the pots. No really don't worry, we'll put them away! 

While we're on the topic of kids, can we discuss how kids will wash their dishes but keep piling them in the drainboard. Last time I checked, the drainboard didn't put the shit away itself. Our drainboard looks like this:

It's like Jenga with plates, cups, coffee mugs, pots, pans and silverware. I purposely wait to see how high the tower of clean dishes gets before I or my wife have to put them away. Same goes for the dish soap, if you're pumping it onto the sponge and foam is coming out, it should be a clear indication to fill the fucking thing up! Nope, moms do that too. Paper towels.. forget it. It's taboo to change the empty paper towel roll. Is there something in a kids' head that thinks the brown empty cardboard roll looks fucking appealing?! Oh I'm not done.. what about toilet paper. All these kids have a bathroom but they all gotta use ours, use our toilet paper and then when I go in I HAVE TO CHANGE THE BROWN EMPTY ROLL! What sick twisted satisfaction do kids get by doing this? Pure evil. That's it I'm on strike. I don't care how high the pile gets in the drainboard, I'll leave the brown paper towel cardboard roll up, I'll hide my toilet paper and leave the empty roll on the holder. It's on now! 

Because we are stellar moms we went out early Easter morning and got the kids some things. All great moms do shit last minute! Every Easter we BBQ because we do. Mainly because we have a million kids and going out to dinner is like a mortgage payment so we keep it simple. So I of course stay outside and get smoke in my eyes, burns on my arms from the heat of the grill and cook the food and then come in smelling like Fire Marshall Bill, while everyone inside is laughing and enjoying each other. I come in with the food like:

So after dinner, we were all hanging out and Carlton and Alessandra starting having this conversation about Jesus. Alessandra, who by the way attended CCD, made her communion and confirmation, says, "so what happens after today? Does Jesus go back to his tomb?" Carlton jumps in and goes, "Or does he just roam around?" At this point all I could do is give them both this look:

Yep, Jesus is just roaming around until next Easter! What the hell is the matter with ya'll??

On that note, another tournament weekend is upon me! Stay tuned for our next podcast coming next week. 

Ok so not too bad this time...only a month or so has past since our last blog! Nevermind, it's bad! Anyway, can we just take a minute and acknowledge how fucking long the month of January was? What the hell was that all about? I mean usually once New Year’s Day hits months just fly by, but not January 2019. Oh no, that bitch was like:

Am I right? 

If you recall in last month's blog, I was gearing up for knee surgery on my good knee that became my bad knee. Surgery went well, and all is fixed. Apparently at some point during my good ol' basketball days I had a tear in my ACL and didn't know it. So now I have ACL arthritis. Good times. Apparently I'm a hoot on anesthesia. According to my wife I turned into Pauly D after I woke up and was ready to go home, sitting in the wheel chair yelling:

Oh and according to my wife I wore my surgical paper hat out of the facility! Question? What is about the apple juice and snacks that they give you right after you wake up that literally tastes like a piece of heaven. It's like you wake up from the anesthesia and they give you the juice and snack and you're sitting in the bed half stoned like:

While we're on the topic of my knee surgery, can someone out there please explain to me what they hell they put in that prep solution that takes weeks to come off. I looked like I had a horrible spray tan on one leg for weeks. No lie my left leg looked like it belonged on Trump's body. I resorted to using one of those pumice stones and figured I could scrub the skin off. No such luck. Finally after a few weeks it wore off, but damn, can we use a more washable solution next time?! 

So if you don't know, now you know, I coached our son's 3rd through 5th grade rec basketball team. It was quite the challenge for me because I'm used to dealing with just the short attention span of our son, this time I had 11 of them. Here I am trying to teach them fundamental basketball and they're all doing this:

Then this:

Annnnnnnnnnnd of course this:

Meanwhile I'm trying to remember that I'm coaching 3rd through 5th graders and not high school kids but there were certainly times were I ended up like this:

Now dammit stop Fortnite dancing and pay attention! You all want to be Fortnite dancing while I'm teaching basketball. Last time I checked your mommas' didn't pay for you to dance! Needless to say we didn't win a game all season long and there were times were I looked like this at our games:

While our son, the oldest on the team was pulling Bobby Knight shit like:

I have to say, while it was a very long season, but I love those little guys and they really did improve throughout the season, so overall it was a winning season. 

There has been a lot going on since the last blog. I'm venturing into a new career, something that I have wanted to do for a very long time so I'm super excited about getting started. However, with a lot going on it only makes sense that our entire house would get his with the stomach flu! 

Now it started with our youngest son on Sunday morning when he starting throwing up all day. Which prompted my wife to run around all day Sunday doing this:

I looked at her and said, "what the hell are you doing? Why are you in the hallway ass naked at 4am in the closet!" She starts that 15 year old whine (you all know what that sounds like if you have a teenage girl) and replies "Mommmmmmmmy, I just threw up all over my bed and I can't find a towel". Meanwhile, my wife is yelling from the bedroom, "Kris hurry up, I feel like I'm going to throw up!" So at this point I tell her to go put on a robe, I'll get the towel, which was downstairs in the dryer. I opened the door to go downstairs to grab the towel and the bag and the friggen cat ran down. So here I am at 4am, feeling like complete shit, holding a bag and a towel trying to catch a fucking cat! I kind of looked like this:

Meanwhile the cat is all like:

I throw the towel to Alessandra whose now in a robe (thank the lord), drop the cat on the couch, bring the bag into the room for my wife and she goes, "I need a bucket". Of course, how could I forget the bucket. I run into Anthony's room forgetting that the poor kid was even in there, turn on the light and grab the bucket (which was clean by the way), bring it back to Tammy. I put the bag in the bucket handed it off and said, toss away. Meanwhile after all of this, I am now laying in bed like:

Thankfully we are all back to normal....well, I wouldn't say normal!

Did you all miss me? Happy New Year to everyone, hope everyone's holiday and New Year was nice. Ours was expensive. I know it's been a while since I last blogged and I always apologize but I generally don't mean the apology so I'm not going to do that this time. 

So, I think we left off with Thanksgiving and the start of our Christmas shopping. You'll all be happy to know that we managed to finish our Christmas shopping the night before Christmas Eve. This was a huge victory for us. Usually we're shopping all of Christmas Eve day and then wrapping until 4am. Listen, Christmas shopping for the amount of kids we have is no easy task. At one point I wanted to call in the SWAT team for assistance. My wife has to get an app on her phone just to keep track of how many damn kids we have to shop for and who got what. Thank God for that App because half the time on Christmas Day, I'm like "when the hell did we get that?" 

It's seems like every year we add one more kid to the list and to be honest, I'm trying to figure out where all these damn kids are coming from. This year we had the newest addition to our family, Mike's girlfriend who he gave a promise ring to. When I found out he got her a promise ring my initial reaction was:

Then I was like:

In all seriousness, she's very sweet, definitely the girl for him and we love her! However I did warn her that she would make an appearance and most likely would get roasted because that's just what I do. Welcome to the Family! Ooh, I do want to point out that I did in fact take part in the wrapping of the presents this year. Usually after I shop with my wife then I'm like, "MY JOBS DONE!" This year I really stepped it up and wrapped like 8 presents. 

In case you're all wondering how the outside holiday decorations turned out, I'm happy to announce that the stars aligned in my favor and our porch light blew out right after Thanksgiving. Now this would have been an amazing turn of events for me if my wife didn't come up with the idea of running an extension cord from the inside of our garage to the lights outside, which of course prompted this reaction from me:

I'm still trying to figure out who tipped her off that we had an outlet in the garage? No way she knew that shit on her own! In any event she recruited Mike to get Theodore our giant teddy bear from the shed and all the decorations. Unfortunately, Theodore didn't make it to his second year of the Gaydy Light Show. Something got into our shed and ate his ear off and broke his arm. As soon as we told my wife that Theodore would not make an appearance, her response was less than pleasant

As if telling her about Theodore wasn't bad enough, I had to tell her that I couldn't find our Christmas projectors from last year. Man, that was brutal! Shit escalated quickly after that. It went from above to this in 2.5 seconds:

You all know what this meant right? I had to go out and buy NEW decorations to replace the missing decorations that I will probably find in the summer! Happy wife, happy life. Needless to say the decorations were up a few days after Thanksgiving like the wife had wanted.

Back to Christmas morning. So Christmas morning is always a shit show in our house. Tammy and I will get up organize the presents in piles by kids, then the kids wake up and come down and start putting their gifts out, which just defeats the nice OCD pile of gifts I have created. Then Anthony comes out and begs to open a present, the cats are trying to climb the tree, the dogs are confused and I generally just stand in the living room like this:

We're all about tradition here in the Gaydy house so Christmas morning starts out with a big Christmas breakfast that Tammy cooks. While breakfast is being prepared the kids open their stockings, we eat and then I hand out presents and collect garbage. One kid opens one present at a time, and so on until all the presents are done. As you can tell this process takes quite some time because we have 903840923 children. Once the last present is open, I'm usually like this:

All the kids were happy and surprised, so once again a successful Christmas that I still don't know how we pulled off! 

The older kids really put some thought into the gifts for Tam and I too, which was nice. Mike bought me some really cool sneakers because I'm a sneaker head so that made me happy. Tammy got clothes which is what she really wanted, which blows my mind because you can't fit any clothes in her drawers to begin with but somehow she always needs clothes. Bianca and Carlton had gotten me a Google Home which I really wanted. I actually tried to buy it myself on several occasions while shopping for the kids. Lex, Mike's girlfriend got us Alexa, which is awesome because now we have one in the bedroom and one in the living room. All in all it was a good holiday. I ended up getting sick the Friday before New Year's Eve with the throat infection thing that my whole family had. I thought I was out of the woods because they all had it about a two weeks before Christmas.. but NOPE! So New Year's Eve was a quiet night home with the little ones. However, me being sick didn't stop Tammy from partying it up. She had herself two glasses of wine and turned into this:

Meanwhile I'm on the coach like:

Then you got Google Home who wants to be all kinds of helpful. You can tell Google is a bit of an overachiever. It's like chill back Google, I see you, but I didn't ask you what the weather was, I just asked you to make sure my ass gets up in the morning. Then your like Google play soothing sounds and then all of a sudden some creepy possessed thing comes on yellin Shhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhh SHhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhhhhh Shhhhhhhhhhh! First time I heard that shit, no lie I was like:

Hey Google, thank you for creepin me the fuck out, let's stick with the sound of rain.

So as you know Tammy and I have been in physical therapy together. Originally I was rehabbing my right knee and then I ended up tearing the meniscus in my left during a basketball game, which turned into both knees requiring rehab. Long story short my left knee isn't responding to therapy so I'm having surgery tomorrow on my left knee. However, the four weeks I was in therapy, I received a treatment called Russian Stimulation. Now we all know that anything with the word Russian in the beginning of it is going to be hardcore! Forreal this was the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life, worse than labor. I legit felt like I was going to pop a child out of my quad every time this stim went off. Imagine a leg cramp or a foot cramp in your sleep and multiply that by like 10,000 and that's what Russian Stim feels like! It's meant to cause your quad to spasm and then during the spams you have to tighten your quad. This procedure goes for a minute, off for thirty seconds then back on for a minute and the whole thing lasts 10 minutes. At the end of the stim, I'm hunched over the table like:

On top of that they decided that "foam" rolling the spasms in my quad and I.T. band was another brilliant choice. Anyone that is in physical therapy knows that the "foam" roll is NOT FUCKING FOAM! It's like a tree truck wrapped in foam. There is nothing comfortable about this! My wife of course was riding the bike video taping me rolling and laughing so hard she wasn't making a sound! My physical therapist is like "come on 14 more", 14 more? I'm lucky if I can get 2 more done without popping a vein in my forehead! This is what foam rolling is suppose to look like:

This is what it looks like when I do it:

With that, I'm going to shove as much food into my mouth before midnight! Stay tuned for our Podcast this Friday! 

Yea, yea yea... I know I suck at life.. blah blah blah. I know I kept promising a blog and then not doing one and now here we are.. you all got your blog! 

I just realized that the last blog I did was in September... hashtag Sorry Not Sorry! So a lot of things have happened over the last two months so anticipate this one to be a long drawn out blog of me ranting! I mean not that, that is different from any of the other blogs I've done. 

I suppose we'll start with Halloween because I honestly can't remember what happened at the end of September. I'm pretty sure I've discussed my dislike of Halloween in past blogs. Definitely not a Halloween person, I don't think it should fall under the "holiday" category AT ALL! However, my wife loves Halloween so therefore I have absolutely no choice in what I plan on doing for Halloween, because she has it all planned out for me.

We'll back up a little to maybe about a  week or so before Halloween where we had to "decorate" the house for this "holiday". This entailed buying decorative pumpkins for inside the house because ya know all the trick-or-treaters' are going to see the Halloween decorations inside our house! At one point during my work week I got a text message from Tammy asking me where our "Welcome to our Patch" yard sign was. She then went on to inform me that she had the girls hang the black cat, the pumpkin sign and the "Halloween/Fall" wreath, and that all the outside decorations were up! Speaking of.. why does every single friggen holiday have to involve a wreath? 

My wife then proceeds to tell me that we need more outside decorations for Halloween, like the blow up ones they have for Christmas. See now I don't understand why this necessary. Why would spend an entire weekend wiring up our house for one day.. not even ONE day! More like a few hours! I don't mind doing the decorations for Christmas because at least you get a whole month of "look what I did hunny, doesn't it look great?!" I wasn't being completely difficult. I did however agree that she could get some more decorations, but she kept picking things that required my participation. Meaning.... ME having to install said decorations or wire said decoration.  

Once we got the decoration situation under control, she was looking for the right kind of candy blend. I pickup a giant bag and said, "here ya go". She was all concerned with what kids could or couldn't have chocolate. I mean how is that OUR responsibility?! I mean isn't the parents responsibility to go through their child's bag or basket and take out what they can or can't have? Listen, I'm spending my hard earned money to feed the neighborhood kids candy, my job is done! You bring your kid out trick-or-treating you can't be pulling all that, "my kid can't have peanuts" or "I don't give my kid chocolate" shit!

The morning of Halloween, while I'm at work, my wife sends me a text asking me what I'm being for Halloween. I simply send her a selfie while I'm in an elevator with a reply that says "this". What do you mean what am I being for Halloween? NOTHING!!! I had grand plans of coming home and doing nothing. However, I had to sit out in the cold, on the porch and hand out candy! Why you ask? Because my wife said that was what I was doing, so that's what I did. Usually I'm the one on Halloween like:

However I have to admit, being sarcastic with little kids is so much fun because they never get it and you can go on and on with sarcastic banter. I have to admit I did have a good time messing with the kids the older kids who just strolled on up in regular clothes. One kid told me he left his mask at home. Ummmmmmm, how you doing to leave your mask at home and then try to get some candy! I kept asking the kids if it was a trick or a treat and all of them kept looking at me with this dumbfounded look on their face. I don't see the difficulty in answering the question? Do you?

Now that Halloween is over, I tried to put the decorative pumpkins away and I was stopped in my tracks like I had robbed a bank. My wife was all like:

She then informed me that the pumpkins will stay up through Thanksgiving. Once again....why are we decorating for Thanksgiving? It's literally ONE day. We have pumpkins in the living room, in the kitchen, fall scented hand soap, fall scented candles. Why...just why? This is how I feel... if we don't have music to associate with the holiday there shouldn't be decorating involved. 

With Thanksgiving quickly approaching my wife is already one step ahead and prepping for Christmas. She's already informed me that she has created a Pinterest board and invited all the kids to the board so that they can start adding things that they want! For the love of my sanity, can we please just get through one holiday at a time! I'm still recovering from October and the fact that four of 5 kids had birthdays that month! You know what that means? It means this:

Before we get into Christmas mode, lets take a breather and recognized that my birthday is in November. How about we make a board for Mama Kris and invite the kids to that board, I'll pin things I want and then we can let them do this:

What? I think moms deserve presents on their birthdays. Of course there's no board on Pinterest, except for the one I made called "wish list", but no one joined. Apparently everyone is on the Christmas train already. On top of the kids' Pinterest wish list, Tammy has decided that she would like to get a jump on the Christmas decorating. I'm sorry.. by you, you mean me. "Just a little here and there" she says to me! Nope, not doing it! I always decorate on the Saturday after Thanksgiving and I'm standing my ground on that one. That then led my wife to informing me that we needed to decide what new decoration we were going to add to our outside holiday display. This of course prompted this reaction from me:

I'm sorry you want to add another what? Last year I had to buy 3 of those outlet things that stick into the ground that you plug into an extension cord that had three outlets in each, not to mention 4 more extension cords just to wire them all into the porch light. Sure thing hunny lets just add one more thing and really see if we can blow the door right off the fuse box in the basement! I suggested maybe a battery operated something, or something that didn't light up or require electricity, which of course prompted this response from my wife:

Which basically means that I'm going to end up going out and buying something with a wire and praying that I don't blow up the house when I flip the switch to the porch light.

​Here's so interesting news... I've torn my meniscus for the fourth time, which means I am not in physical therapy with Tammy 3 days a week. We like to call it our date nights. We get a table for two.. well, not really but our tables are next to each other. She gets heat and I get electrical stim with compression ice. Listen when you have as many kids as we do and no time for each other, you do what you gotta do, even it means being tortured at physical therapy while giving each other loving, pain ridden faces at each other. It's kind of like this:

In case you all don't know by now, Tammy and I have been working on a Podcast. We are very excited this and have launched it probably about 4 weeks ago. A link to our podcast is on our website up at the top labeled "The Gaydy Moms' Podcast", if you click that it will bring you to our previous episodes. We are also on Anchor, Spotify, Apple Podcast, Google Podcast, Breaker, Castbox, Pocketcasts, RadioPublic and Stitcher! New episodes come out every Friday. Definitely subscribe and favorite our podcast on whatever platform you choose. We are looking forward to interacting with our readers and followers so please feel free to send us some questions or topics you would like us to talk about

If memory serves me correctly, we were waiting for the clearance from Tammy's neurosurgeon to begin driving in the last blog, The time has finally come and Tammy was cleared to drive which meant one thing.... my "mommy-do-all" role is done and I get to go back to work! Errr, I mean, Tammy is progressing very well. As a matter of fact, I was able to go back to the office a week early than I had planned. Don't you all bet your sweet cheeks that I walked into the office on my first day all like: 

I'm not going to lie, I seriously thought about doing this when I got inside my office:

I know, I thought that was a little overkill for the first day back too, so I passed on that idea!  I love my wife and I love my kids and I will do anything I have to for them. However, that being said, I prefer my role being the one that goes to work and providing for them. I was so not prepared for the whole stay-at-home, working mom that cooks dinner every night. It got to a point where the kids new what was dinner just by what day it was, because I like routine and stuck with what I knew how to make. That is Chili, Rice and Beans (sometimes with chicken), Chicken and vegetable stir-fry or pasta. Listen, with Mama Kris in charge it was a fixed menu! If you didn't want to eat one of those options for 7 months take ya asses out and get your own food:

Tammy is doing pretty well. She still has some surgical pain and some weakness in her legs but she's back to driving and cooking dinner, which of course had all the kids like:

I offer to cook when I get home from work so that she can rest from all the running around she's back to doing and she replies with, "No it's okay, I like to make different things!" Wow!!! Okay, I see how it is now. You got yourself a new back and you think you're Mrs. Gordon Ramsey now! Fine by me, I shall pick up where I left off 7 months and put my ass right on the couch! No really, I still help out because she's not quite there with the bending and lifting. I'm just banned from cooking now. 

So somewhere in the last two weeks while I was at work every one in the house became health nuts and counting calories and all that shit. Now we know from previous blogs, that when things like this are decided, I have no choice but to take part. So Tammy and I had our first official date night a week and a half ago since January. We were just out driving around and listening to music and talking. Tammy wanted to stop and get something to eat, so I suggested a few places, which of course she said no to because they weren't healthy enough. Which then prompted Tammy to question why fast food places don't give you the option of getting a whole wheat bun instead of white bread buns. Which got me like:

Yea... needless to say we spent a half hour running down a list of fast food places that did not offer wheat buns but offered salads. So anyone reading this that owns a fast food joint please do me a favor and get some fucking wheat buns! 

I knew the surgery was successful when her sass kicked back into full gear. Now I don't know where any of you who read this live, but where we are, there was a solid two week period where the weather was hot, like really hot. It was like one morning we woke up and were in the pits of hell hot. Keep in mind, I am someone that will wear shorts and a t-shirt and slides in winter with the heat on 67. My wife on the other hand is always cold. You see the struggle I'm about to address? So during those two weeks of hell weather, I kept the AC on 62. I see nothing wrong with this considering it was still SUMMER out and that's what people do in the SUMMER is run AC. Every night, I had to hear, "baby I'm colds", from my wife! Cute and adorable I know! However, this "Baby I'm colds" cuteness resulted in me sweating my ass off half the night because I had to raise the AC. So here's a visual of my wife after I raised the AC:

Now here's a visual of me after I raised the AC:

So I would wait until she fell asleep and then get up and lower the AC and stand in front of it like:

Of course she has AC radar and wakes up and starts lecturing me on how this is the reason that couples end up sleeping in separate bedrooms. I'm sorry...?!? So couples end up sleeping in separate rooms because its 1,000 degrees outside and the air conditioner is on?

Naturally this debate ended with me taking Tammy to Brookstone to buy a Nap Blanket, which is some sort of fleece, which she throws on top of the sheets and comforter before bed. 

Well, in two months I will turn 40 years old. The big 4-0! I've been interested in the Apple Watch for a while and I figured what a great 40th birthday present it would be. It took a little convincing with my wife because she couldn't understand why I would want an Apple Watch when my phone never leaves my hands. When I showed her that it was geared to "making a healthier you" she was all for it. Last weekend we picked up my Apple Watch because I'm a giant baby and can't wait. 

I set it all up and got some apps, when Tammy sees an app called "medicine reminder", which she insisted I immediately install and actually watched me install it. Now here's a little background, I have ADHD and have had it ever since I was in 2nd grade. Back then I was just looked at as a hyper wild child. I was clinically diagnosed when I was 32 years old and put on medication to "slow my mind down". When I don't take my medication my mind goes into overdrive and I have a thousand things running through it and I just go on and on and on about all kinds of random things, kind of like this:

When people ask me how I like my Apple Watch, I basically describe it like having your wife wrapped around your wrist. You're all probably wondering why I describe my Apple Watch like this, so I shall explain. The first day I had my watch, the following things occurred:
1. My watched binged at me and told me I was sitting too long and to stand up;
2. My watched binged at me and told me it was time to drink water, this occurred every hour;
3. My watched binged at me and said "Did you take your 9:00 a.m. pill?;
4. My watched binged at me and said "Did you take your 3:00 p.m. pill?;
5. My watched binged at me and said "It's time to breath, focus on your breathing"; and
6. My watched binged at me and told me that I only had 3 minutes out of 30 minutes of exercise in for the day;

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!????? After the first three hours I called my wife and told her that my watch was very demanding and telling me to do things and I asked her if she programmed that shit while I was sleeping! What happened to being able to look at my Instagram, Facebook or Snapchat?! I mean it's fantastic that I can have an EKG within 30 seconds because this thing binging at me bossing me around is going to give me chest pains!

Have no fear ladies, gents and gays... I filled up my apple watch with apps like ESPN, Score, Twitter, RuPaul, Ellen and Jonathan Van Ness Podcasts, SmartNews like Buzzfeed and Entertainment Weekly. Oooh and I have a walkie-talkie on it so I feel like David Hasselhoff in Knight Rider! How you like me know Apple?

As you all know Tammy had her back surgery a few weeks ago and I officially wanted to announce that I did not die the morning of Tammy's surgery when I had to wipe her down with the sterile wipes. I know you were all concerned about this, given the diagram I posted in the last blog. For all that were scared for my life:

I will say that I did get the nastiest look all the way to the hospital while I drank my coffee. I mean, I wasn't the one having surgery why should I suffer? Yes I am aware that I took vows, however there was nothing in our vows that said I couldn't have coffee if she couldn't and vice versa. That's just mean. Anyway, we get to the hospital and check in and within about 10 minutes, they brought Tam back for prepping. 

At this point, I should probably mention that up until the night before her surgery Tam and I were binge watching Grey's Anatomy. I realize now how horrible of an idea that was for various reasons. I thought about this as I was sitting in the waiting room waiting for the nurse to bring me back to sit with her before the surgery. 

I finally get back to the holding area and I see Tam in his bubble thing. I kinda looked like this:

 Who actually thinks about this before a major surgery? My wife does.  The nurse comes in and says "It's time" and they took her to the operating room and I went back out into the waiting room and started to work. The objective of me working was to keep my mind off the surgery and the time but thanks to my wife, all I could think about was that this was actually happening:

After about 4 hours the doctor came out and said the surgery had gone really well and they ended up fusing an extra level which they didn't anticipate doing until they got in and saw how bad the discs were. The surgeon said that they were closing and getting her ready for the recovery room. I think the hardest part about the surgery for me was pretending to be strong and not worried when inside I was a nervous wreck. 

This surgery was a little different than the surgery on her neck. This one was more dangerous and more serious due to the amount of levels that were damaged and the incisions. The surgeons had to make a vertical incision in her abdomen first to remove the damaged discs, replace them and decompress her spinal cord. Then once that part was over, they made two incisions in her back, one on each side of her spine which is where they placed two rods and six screws. 

Since it took some time to control her pain and they had a scheduled CT scan, I couldn't get in to see her in recovery so they sent me up to her room to wait for her, which gave me some time to get coffee, have a vape and get situated. So I'm chillin' in the recliner watching Shark Week when I hear what sounds like my wife, screaming at the nurse to have medication for the pain. I got out in the hallway and my wife is on the stretcher and I walk up to her and I tell her everything is okay and that she's okay and all of sudden she turns to me and yells:

Followed by, "You don't know anything!" With that I turned around looked at the nurses and said:

I turned around and walked back into the room and sat back down. I know enough to not mess with a woman who is still under anesthesia and in pain. ​Finally the nurses got the approval to give her meds and she fell asleep. A few hours later all the kids came up to see her. I tried to wake her and she opened one eye, gritted her teeth and said, "DO NOT WAKE ME UP EVER AGAIN, UNDERSTAND ME?!" When she said that the fear of her wrath struck me to the bone, that I looked at the kids like:

With that I said to the kids, "yea I think we should just let her sleep!"

At one point during our hospital stay one of the nurses said that to me, "have you ever considered being a critical care nurse? You certainly know what you're doing and you definitely have what it takes to be a good one." At first I was like "aww how sweet", which quickly turned to "hellurrrr what the hell you think I've been for the past three years? I've been a critical care nurse without ya'll's salary. Don't butter me up so you don't have to come in here when you hear her IV shit is beeping because you know that I know how to make it stop! Git to work!

On a sidenote, thanks to the 24 espresso shots I also made friends with the midnight shift security guards!

Discharge day finally came and I was so excited to get home and shower, cuddle up next to my wife and sleep. However, that didn't go as well as I had planned it in my head. Once we got home, I had to run and drop off Tammy's prescriptions, pick up a shower chair, make sure her walker was at the right height, put together her bedside commode and shower chair. So let me fast forward to the present day. 

Tammy is doing pretty well for being one month post-op. She still has some surgical and incision pain. She also has an inflamed sciatic nerve from her spinal cord being compressed for so long, which is slowly getting better as each day passes. She is no longer using a cane or a walker to walk. She has this awesome back brace she has to wear when she's walking. I tell her it's her superhero armor, that's when she gives me this look:

Followed by:

We've been taking it one day at a time since we got home from the hospital. If all goes well she'll cleared to drive and start physical therapy on September 7th. It's been a long 8 month and an even longer 3 three years since the accident, but I think our rodeo days just might be done. 

Thank you for all the well wishes and the patience on waiting for our next blog, things have been a little hectic since the surgery. 

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SHARK WEEK IS HERE...SHARK WEEK IS HERE! I'm so excited we started pre-gaming last night with some highlights from last year's Shark Week. The whole time I'm sitting on the couch like this:

Shark Week is a huge event in our household... for Tammy and I at least! I mean come on, it's the greatest week ever! The kids disappear the minute they see a shark on the screen, but at least Tam and I are getting Mom and Mommy time! Let's pick up where we left off from the last blog. The switching of rooms has been completed and Carlton has officially moved in. I really thought the objective of parenting was having kids, raising them to be independent, well mannered, respectable adults that leave the house. For some reason we keep adding children to this house. Not sure what we're doing wrong here? I mean I've gone over it in my head a thousand times, chores and all and they're all like "yea we're not moving out any time soon!"

Back to the drawing board I guess. In any event, let's get back to the official move in of the newest member of the Gaydy Clan. I mean he's technically not the newest member because he's been with our daughter for 5 years, but it's now really official! I'm really okay with the move in, Carlton has some really nice clothes and it just so happens that I wear the same size as him so we agreed that I could raid his closed while he was at work. I mean I'm  not sure if he thinks that I was joking, but I'm not! 

Speaking of clothes... I bought a binder (all you butches out there know what that it is) because my boobs just so happen to interfere with a lot of the clothes I like to wear. I was so excited to get this thing and wear a slimmer shirt without the boob opening around the buttons. I was on my way home from work last week, when my wife sent me a text that it had arrived. Ok...while I don't doubt for one second that this company makes a solid product, their sizing chart might be slightly off. Just a little background, before ordering I went and got professionally measured and came in at a 40C. According to the sizing chart a 40C would have been an XL so to be safe, I up'd it to a XXL. Smart right? Wait.. I'm not done yet! 

I get home from work, change my clothes and go to put it on before heading out to pick up Tammy and Bianca from the hair salon. It was the worst 30 minutes of my life! I'm not even lying when I say that I almost dislocated a shoulder putting this thing on. Now the one I got had a zipper side. I tried every way imaginable to get this thing on. The unzipped part literally came to the center of my back and the more I pulled to the left to try and zip it up, the more I heard ribs cracking. I tried to put it on already zipped and ended up with my shoulder in position that orthopedically speaking It should probably never be in. Then I got stuck. So for 5 minutes I was like this:

I seriously had red marks all over my biceps from trying to put this thing on. So needless to say it's going back for a larger size. I was so upset when I got to the salon and told my wife what happen. I mean she was really supportive by asking me to reenact the whole trying on when got home. She was convinced it would fit, she said i needed help putting it on. I'm sorry but what's the point of getting something if you need help putting it on?? Let's just say that it did not require help putting it on, I needed a bigger size because my back is the size of a small state! How the hell did I end up with a 34 inch waist and a 44 inch back??? It's not normal! I told my wife that I looked like Spongebob and she was all like, "No you don't. I love your back and shoulders! You're well proportioned. Meanwhile I I was all like:

I suppose I should tell you all about the painting project. Basically in a nutshell I finished one out of three rooms and haven't painted since. Listen, painting is great cardio and when you're 39 pushing 40, but mentally you think you're still in your 20's the outcome isn't so good. I got all the walls painted in Bee and Carlton's room and started some of the ceiling. When I got done, I spent the rest of the night walking around like this:

On to more important and interesting things. So this coming Tuesday Tammy will finally have her long awaited back surgery. Last week we had pre-admission testing at the hospital and then Thursday night a surgical clearance appointment with our primary doctor. I have to say the pre-admission testing was pretty intense. First of all the nurse sounded like one of those auctioneers, this bitch was speaking so damn fast about what we had to do the night before the surgery and the morning before. She was speaking faster than my brain could process. I sat in the chair like:

Thank the lord baby Jesus we got written instructions and handouts. So apparently, the night before the surgery Tammy has to take a shower and then after a few hours after she's dry I have to wipe her down with these special wipes. Then the morning before we leave for the hospital I have to wipe her down again. Now I'm not opposed to helping out, because ya know the whole for better or worse vow thing. However, I am opposed to helping out when my wife is NOT allowed to have any coffee in the morning. This is dangerous. Like seriously dangerous. The surgery is high risk, but my wife not having coffee in the morning and me having to wipe her down is even a higher risk. Not for her, but for me and my life! I mean I'm not having surgery so the mere fact that I can drink coffee and probably will before leaving for the hospital just increases that risk. For all of you that don't know what my wife looks like before she has coffee she looks like this:

So imagine dealing with the above in the morning of the surgery and me having to wipe her down with medial wipes in these areas:

Nothing good could possibly come from this, especially when I hit number 5! I may die Tuesday morning, a slow painful death! 

I will keep you all updated about Tammy's progress through our social media accounts! Send Mama Tammy some positive vibes on twitter and instagram, as well as our facebook page! 

​Happy Sunday everyone! Let's see.. the last time I left you, we had one kid with a healed foot, one with a mysterious sprain, one with the pox and an engagement party quickly approaching. Here's a quick update... both kids with the sprained feet are fine, the kid with the pox, really didn't have the pox (we'll get to that later on) and the engagement party came and went and like that I'm broke! Having daughters is seriously like:

Tammy and I throw a great party, if I don't say so myself! So since you all weren't able to attend, let me take you through the day! Let's start with the day before shall we? So Friday after work I dropped Anthony off at his football game, then took my wife and girls to get their nails done and eyebrows waxed while I drove around and played PokemonGo until they were done! When we got home we had to put everything that was going with us to the hall in boxes. Can anyone take a guess where all those boxes went? Yep, you got it! In our bedroom. Apparently our room is storage for all the kids fucking shit! Going to bed was fun, it's like a sick twisted game of how do I not stub my toe on the box or bang my knee on the corner of the bed. Every time we go into our bedroom, we're smacked in the face with someone's shit, whether it's shopping bags, mail, packages or something. Oh I'm sorry I didn't realize that our bedroom was your storage unit! 

Anyways, back to the party! Saturday morning started early with strict instructions from my wife that I was to no take part in Community Day for PokemonGo because they had hair appointments about 35 minutes away. That's not all.... I was told that after I dropped them off I had drive 40 minutes to pick up "20 pounds of cookies". Twenty fucking pounds of cookies?? I looked at my wife like this:

I literally imagined my car looking like:

Now keep in mind that after I drove 40 minutes to pick up 20 pounds of cookies, I had to do a cookie drug deal in the parking lot with our older son Mike so that I could drive yet another 40 minutes back to the salon to pick them up! At this point I was ready for a nap! However by this time I had to shower and get ready. Now keep in mind that I can shower and be ready in 15 minutes and then sit around sweating in my Party Best waiting for the GIRLS to finish getting ready. You know what's the best? Is when the girls set a time to be ready to go and they're actually the ones that run way past that time! EVERY SINGLE TIME we need to go somewhere my wife rushes ME?! "Kris, come on get off your phone, stop catching Pokemon, are you going to get dressed? We have to leave soon?" Seriously?!?!?!?!?! Meanwhile I'm sitting on the couch like:

So I make use of ALL THE SPARE TIME I HAVE... and load the car up with all the boxes in our room. Now at this point I'm sweating and annoyed because my wife and two daughters are all like:

Seriously how many times do you need do that thing with your lips and look in the mirror? How many times do you need fluff your hair and look in the mirror!!!?? CAN WE GO?!

FOR THE LOVE OF CHILD BIRTH CAN WE JUST GET IN THE CAR AND GO!?!

So we finally leave for the hall about 20 minutes after the set deadline by my wife by the way! I walk in and head straight to the table where the alcohol was and asked the maitre'd for a bottle opener... what? I paid for this shit! I left the decorating to the kids while I enjoyed my beer and took pictures. Oh yea I forgot to mention, I was the unpaid photographer for the night! At some point I said fuck it and handed the camera over to Alessandra and let her have at it! When Alessandra took over I sat down at the table and was like:

Some help Alessandra was! Ten minutes later the camera appeared right next to me while she was out on the dance floor like:

Useless... completely useless assistant!

At this point in the party I spent the remainder of the night with Carlton's family having them teach me how to speak Patois (Jamaican slang). Now I'm fluent soooooo...

So the party was beautiful and everyone had a good time. My in-laws stayed over that night for Father's Day, which my wife was kind enough to volunteer my services for a BBQ for the whole family. Ya know because I clearly hadn't done enough the last three FUCKING days! On top that... Bianca and Alessandra were dying to see the pictures so I had to upload those in between flipping fucking burgers and hot dogs. By the end of the weekend my ass was like: 

Last week we got news that Carlton was transferred to a local post office and will be moving in! Yay... another one in the house. If we keep this up we'll have an equal ratio of kids v. animals. I'm about to go rent a one bedroom apartment for Tam and I and leave the house to the kids and the animal. I mean three of them are adults and work. If they pull together they can pay the mortgage and Tammy and I can have a nice CLEAN apartment without blasting music, screaming banters back and forth, and I won't have to kill any spiders every 2.5 seconds.! Tammy and I would be living like:

On a sidenote: I would just like to note that I was searching relaxing lesbian couples in Giphy and apparently Lesbians don't relax on a couch without ripping each others' clothes off and engrossing in a wild make out session. Way to go GIPHY! Nice to show lesbians are sex crazed beings. I personally can attest to the fact that type of relaxing is unrealistic! Especially when you have a fucking tribe of children and a petting zoo inside your home! 

My wife wants me to say I'm just kidding about the one bedroom apartment idea so, I'm just kidding! Don't think for a second that, that idea isn't stored in the back of my brain for the future. I mean it's not like we wouldn't come and visit. Ooooh maybe I can build a one bedroom, living room, kitchen and bathroom house on the acre and a half land in the back yard for us to escape to! 

Sorry for the ADHD digress! ​

Back to the moving in situation. So currently the girls decided that they were switching rooms and I quickly shouted "NOT IT". Throwing that right on out there just so they know that Mama Kris is not taking part in this. I did somehow or another end up getting suckered into spackling and painting their rooms, which then prompted my lovely wife to give me the "I will stab you in your sleep until you bleed out" if you don't pain my living room first" look.... which looked something like this:

SO GUESS WHAT? I'm painting next weekend because I've grown very fond of my jugular. ​

As I sit here typing the blog I hear nothing but banging, crashing, and thumping, so I'm assuming all is going well up there! Stay tuned on how it all turns out with the move in!  

I've come to the conclusion that Jesus has jokes. I mean absolutely no disrespect when I say that, I'm simply stating a fact. Seriously the amount of shit that goes on in our family I can only imagine J-Easy is up there like:

It may come as no surprise to all of you that we have had yet another eventful past two weeks, maybe three. I really don't know what day it is at the moment. In any event, let's rewind back to Mother's Day weekend. So brief recap is that our Daughters surprised us with a little staycation at a nice hotel that had a salt water pool. During that time, we get a call from Mike who proceeds to tell us that he has some red dots around his belly button. This call followed by a text message of his belly button. Tammy and I look at the picture and think that it may very well be the start of chicken pox. Tammy calls him and tells him to go to the doctor and get it checked. Does he do what we tell him to do?

After our little staycation we had discovered that Mike's  little red dots around his belly button had spread to his sides and chest. At this point Bianca is yelling at him to go to the doctor's because her engagement party is coming up and she doesn't want the chicken pox. Alessandra is walking around saying, "I can't tell if it's a pox or a pimple!" Mike keeps saying he doesn't have time to go to the doctors, so I say, "fine don't go and keep walking around spreading your pox infected ass to everyone you come in contact with!" Long story short we finally convince him to go to the doctor and get it checked out. At that point I start thinking:

Mike calls us after the doctor's appointment to tell us that the doctor said it was chicken pox and gave him .... ready for this shit? The doctor gave him an "anti-viral" that would not make him "contagious" anymore! 

Now it may have been several centuries since Tammy and I had the chicken pox but I'm pretty sure there is no such fucking thing as an anti-viral chicken pox medication that does not make your pox infestation NOT contagious! I also wasn't aware of the fact that a doctorates in medicine came out of a fucking cracker jack box! Somehow I picture the doctor looking like this

We'll come back to Pocky boy in a little bit, I want to move on to the other interesting events that have transpired since we last spoke. As I mentioned in the last blog we have a cat that wants to do dirty things to one of our female cats because he's a "teenager" according to the vet. So spraying and trying to kill her is his way of impressing her. Still not buying it but okay! So Carlton and Bianca bought some cat treats thinking this would encourage him to stop being a teenage douchebag with giving him attention and treats..... ME:

Carlton starts to go and pet Finn (Bianca and Carlton's cat) and Finn turns around and bites him. Carlton felt that giving Finn a treat would "calm him down because he was upset". Bianca tells him that he can't reward Finn for his bad behavior, while Carlton is feeding Finn treats. Meanwhile Jax was taking treats and then stalking Mila. So much for the treats!

Moving on.... I'm not sure if I mentioned it or not but our little guy had an inflamed heel from football a little while back. He's fine now. I bring this up because about a week and a half ago, Alessandra told Bianca that her foot was swollen one morning when she woke up. Now I'm not exactly sure how you manage to wake up with a foot twice the size it should be and NOT remember how or what you did to it but it's Alessandra so anything is possible! 

Back to the doctors we go, same problem, same body part, different kid! The doctor tells us that she wants me to take her for an x-ray and that she needs to stay off of her foot until further notice, so prescribes Alessandra crutches. Alessandra looks at me and says "I've always wanted crutches"! At this point my only reaction could be this:

We leave the doctors office and Bianca and I taker her over to this Specialized Children's Medi-Merge that does x-rays and shit. We walk in and it looks like the inside of Medieval Times! The whole inside is decorated as a Medieval castle with the old medieval doors, disney movies are playing and there was a armored solider in the corner. Alessandra and Bianca are taking pictures inside the place, while I'm thinking to myself

Long story short, she has a severe sprain of a tendon, ligament or muscle. Apparently the doctor couldn't make up his mind! Needless to say they put her in a boot and put her out of gym until the pain goes away. Bianca said that she was glad the boot was black because at least it would go with whatever Alessandra wore to school. Fashion first! 

So to recap.. we have one kid with pox, one kid with a mysterious sprained foot, one kid with a heeled foot, another kid counting down the days to the incubation period of the pox, Tam's back is still broken and a cat that's still trying to kill his crush. Got it? Good! Moving on.

In the midst of all the chaos we're putting together favors for Bianca's engagement party and making lanterns for the tables. 

At this point it's now Memorial Day weekend and Tammy suggests that we barbecue on Memorial Day.. you all know the day that we had the tropical storm? I looked at her and said "no problem hun, I can barbecue in a tropical storm, I'm sure it's been done before!" Of course I would have to go to the store first and then this would happen:

I mean who cares if I the burgers and dogs float their way into the house. So what if tree branches are flying in my direction while I'm grilling. Hey as long as the wife and kids get their barbecue the sacrifices I WILL MAKE!

Oh, back to the pox boy... so early this week he comes up from his room and tells us that he thinks the doctor was wrong and that the dots aren't going away and it's been at least 4 weeks. So we tell him to go to the family doctor instead of a medi-merge and find out what the hell it is. Long story short the fucking kid never had the pox he has rosacea! 

On a brighter note, after several months of waiting, we finally have a date for Tammy's back surgery. Now this should be a relief given I'm not cut out for this stay-at-home mom thing, but quite frankly I am not looking forward to sleeping in an uncomfortable recliner that doesn't recline for three days! Then again this isn't our first rodeo! 

Welp, there ya have it! Until the next adventure I'll be over here like...