Bring On Lemons

Hi! Many of you know me, but for those who don't, I've given birth to 5 beautiful children thus far and I'm not opposed to having more (good Lord willing and the creek don't rise). Right now, we have 4 children at home ages: 9,8,3, and 1. The 9 and 8 year old are 14 months apart which is apparently known as being 'Irish Twins' and the younger two are 17 months apart. I also take care of my niece who is 17 months younger than our youngest. (Our youngest will be 2 in a few weeks and our niece is 7 months). Now that you know more than you ever needed to, I am going to launch into all of the weird things strangers have asked and the snarky comments I've formulated in my head as a response: Are they ALL yours? (People have asked me this when I have just 3 of my own children...and of course if I have 5 in tow, then they still ask. I just politely smile and answer truthfully...but in my head, this is my snarky response: No - I rustled up all the neighborhood ...

Here's my confession: I was a crappy mom, awful wife, and really bad daughter yesterday. The good news is I didn't kick the dog or anything...but yesterday was supposed to be our Valentine 2017 celebration and instead it was one of the worst days I've had this year. I woke up yesterday morning feeling excited. I had tickets in my wallet. I had purchased early bird admission tickets for the Jim Cole concert at The Cup of Joy in Green Bay. I haven't seen Jim Cole for years and thought it would be a great way to start our evening. Good music, then we would head to Olive Garden for some delicious food. My friend had offered to babysit, my dairy farmer husband had lined up employees to work, and the forecast called for nothing but blue skies and clear roads (which isn't always the case in Wisconsin in February). I got the house clean, the kids did their chores, and we were ready to embark on a late-morning trip to Target and our favorite shop in DePere, Green B...