Remember my FUN ROOM?  Well, it is still fun.  For the kids anyway.  But you see, when we (and by “we” I mean, “My husband”) painted the door in the FUN ROOM with dry-erase paint, we *ahem* forgot to specify to our four-year-old that the door frame was not dry-erase.

Oopsieeeeee.

So, Sunday I spent a great deal of time scrubbing dry-erase marker off the door frame.  First with dry-erase marker remover (ineffectual) and then with hairspray (slightly less ineffectual) and THEN I went to Rite Aid an spend some +UP Rewards on the best invention EVER, the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser.  And I scrubbed that dry-erase marker right off that door frame.  I am now a firm believer in good ol’ Mr. Clean.   But it took a LOT of “elbow grease” to get all that marker off the wall.

And my back, neck, and shoulders hurt like a MOTHER.  I do not know what I did with that scrubbing, but I messed myself UP.  Four days later, and it’s just getting worse.  I’ve been sleeping with pain patches on my neck and back at night, and have to take some good old “PM” drugs just to get to sleep it hurts so bad.

As I sit here this morning, it’s not feeling any better. I think I’m broken.

Which is why, I’m going to be like Mrs. Duggar, and just get myself totally made over with robotic parts.  Because clearly, that is the only way all that Duggar business is possible!   I may start rusting after awhile but at least I won’t feel the pain!

Now you may have ascertained from reading this blog that I am not the fanciest, neatest, house-decoratiest person around.  I don’t have a knack for it, I can’t afford expensive things, but one day when I can I am gonna pay someone to make my house fancy.

Nevertheless, I do LOVE my house, and there are a few things in it that I really love.  One of them is, of course, my Granite Transformations Kitchen and the floor my wonderful hubby put in it for me.

But off of the kitchen there was a kind of useless room called the “mud room” which through the years, we would once in awhile eat in (it had a lovely little table) but mostly it just ws a resting place for extra trash and boxes and other things we didn’t have room for.  Also, off of this room is a teeny-tiny, very ugly bathroom.  More like a water closet.

Last fall Bobby and I decided (with some inspiration from Maria) that we would make the mud room into the kids’ art room – a place for all their many books, crayons, markers, paper, play-doh, puzzles, games, etc.  So after Christmas we took out Christmas $$ and went to IKEA and bought a bunch of the Expedit shelving.  We turned our useless room into a very useful room!

We were looking to get rid of our old chalkboard/easel so a couple of weeks I sent Bobby out to Home Depot to see if he could get a dry erase board cut to fit on our bathroom door, which is right behind the desk you see in the picture. And he did SO much better than that!! Turns out they now have Dry Erase PAINT for walls and doors! As well as Chalkboard paint! So Bobby purchased one can of each kind and now we have the coolest bathroom door EVAH.

Front of door - dry erase

Chalkboard on the inside!

I LOVE it and so do the kids!  They have had so much fun coloring on both sides this weekend!

A bathroom door you can WRITE on – do you think I’m in danger of becoming a FUN MOM??

A couple of weeks ago when we were on our way to Fort Rapids to meet Emily’s family, we made a stop at Rite Aid because I needed a specific item for our trip – Krazy Glue.  Because everyone needs a little Krazy Glue on a family trip to a water park, right?  Just glue the kids’ hands to yours and they won’t get lost!  Umm…ok, maybe not.

The real reason I bought the Krazy Glue is because thanks to the Infected Hangnail of Death, my thumbnail was partially coming off.  But *most* of it was still attached and my doctor was hoping that was coming off would reattach itself to the newly-growing nail bed.

In short, I had some jacked up stuff going on and had my thumbnail taped down/covered with a band-aid at all times.  But I was pretty sure a waterpark wasn’t going to be the most band-aid-adhesive friendly place, and I didn’t want my thumbnail flapping all over the place…so…Krazy Glue.

Anycrap, when we got there I told Emily about the Krazy Glue and complained about how weird stuff always happens to me and as usual she mocked me.  I mean, I am not the most graceful girl around.  Before I got my van, I was constantly hitting my head in the doorway of my car when buckling the kids in their car seats.  I bump into door frames a lot.  After having my babies, my arches fell, my thumb and arm got messed up, I had nerve damage in my feet, knees, and hands – the past few months I’ve been like a freaking jalopy.  I’ve been known to describe myself as “Functionally retarded” (which I recently found out was a real thing – so, no disrespect to the disabled, I’m just making fun of myself here!)

After our day of water park fun, Emily and I and The SuperHusbands were sitting around playing a board game.  It was brand new and I was opening the different parts of it, including a plastic bag of little pencils.  I had  little trouble opening said bag, and the brute force I had to use resulted in me STABBING myself in the finger with one of the pencils (bonus points for all pencils STILL being in the plastic when said stabbing occurred!) and embedding a little lead in one finger.

Great, now I am going to die of lead poisoning.

As you can imagine, copious making-fun-of-Jenny soon followed.  I believe I made some remark about how Bobby should trade me in for a more functional model, which he followed up by shaking his head and saying, “Aww, honey, you’re like that cute scruffy dog from the pound that gets adopted because it’s kinda messed up and people feel sorry for it.”

To which Emily chimed in, “Yeah, you’re like the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree!”

So there ya have it.

Shaggy mutt or anorexic evergreen, which is better?  Discuss!

And can I have my own Christmas special?