My husband, the comedian

We decided to have a relaxing, romantic evening last night by taking all 4 kids out to eat and to run some errands!! :) Macks wouldn't stop crying unless Bill was holding his hand...at all times...even in the car while Bill was trying to drive, Marley screamed the entire time no matter what anyone tried to do for her, Mason and Madden were TRYING to be good...they just couldn't quite do it.

Some highlights of our trip:
- Dumping more than half of my Jamba Juice in my lap
- Getting pooped AND peed on by Marley while changing her diaper in the car
- Bill has to take all 3 tired, grouchy kids in 3 stores by himself because my pants and shirt were....ummm....N-A-S-T-Y!!
- KFC forgets to give us our mashed potatoes and gravy....the ONLY reason to eat at KFC!

Midway during the trip Bill says, "New rule! We are never going anywhere together again. And I'm serious!! I can go places by myself and mom can go places (pause) IF she gets a babysitter (meaning, NOT HIM), but we are never doing this again."

I'm just smiling and looking out the window

Bill: "Why are you smiling. This is not funny. I'm being totally serious."

Chiara: "I know you are." (still smiling...and trying NOT to laugh. Do all moms find it hilarious when your husband can't seem to handle the chaos that you face on a daily basis? Or am I the only mean one?)

Then I make the mistake of making us hit one more stop...WALMART. Who knew it was the night the Twilight DVD comes out?!?! Not us!! The parking lot was PACKED!! There were news reporters and police cars everywhere....Bill was NOT a happy camper. When he got back in the car after his mad dash inside he says, "Babe...I dropped the biggest bomb in the sporting goods section. Cleared the whole place out. I just wish I would have done it closer to the huge line of girls waiting for the Twilight DVD. That would have been awesome!"

I love my husband....even when he can't handle the chaos of a family of SIX....or even when he finds great joy and satisfaction in dropping bombs.