It's 5 o'clock somewhere...

Oh, the days when the timechange was a fantastic thing. It either meant an extra hour at the bar, or an extra hour to sleep in.
Now, it means you are woken up to the sounds of giddy children laughing, wait, scratch that, crying and fighting, at the dark hour of 5am. By 7am I am out of crafts and almost out of my mind. Is it 5 o'clock yet??

To top it off, this particular day, all 4 kids are home for the day due to teacher conferences....aaaand it is Day 7 of my diet. I am not a happy camper.

Being that we're heading to Disney in a mere 2 weeks, and I have 10 lbs to lose, I attempt to try a Jillian Michaels video. Attempt was the key word. If only I could burn calories based on attempts. My kids all tried to workout with me, which is fine, but arm circles in the warmup stage took out Samantha. Sobbing and crying because her sister scratched her, she went running away. Then the side kicks took out Will after Alex kicked him in the ribs. Alaina got winded on the 180 jumps and Alex would only kick one way, which normally hit into me now, so, instead of the 40 minute workout I had hoped I would get, I said "buh-bye" to Jillian after 15...tops.

Now the kids have been banned to the basement, although they each come up about every 5 minutes to tell on someone. Shortly, we will have to get dressed as I have to lug them to parent/teacher conferences at 1:20. Mind you, I should be in the shower, but I'm enjoying the next 4 minutes of "semi silence" until the next one tattles. I'll try to jump in there when they come up in about 10 minutes asking for a snack.

Now I look around the house. While it has the potential to look beautiful, most days, it looks like a bomb went off. It shocks me. It's clean at night, by the time the pop tarts are finished at 6:45, it's like a war zone. Fuggedaboudit. I guess I can't put ALL the blame on the kids. I definitely have all the teachers Christmas gift bags out, and stuff I've been making for Alex's upcoming birthday. I need a "shit" room. That would be perfect. Hmmm...wonder where I can make one of those. Dave would say it's his office, since I pile crap in there all the time, but I need a shit room of my own. Aaah, to dream.

So, as I sip down my Atkins shake and prepare for my mouth to shortly taste like I've eaten a poop sandwich (High protein diet mouth...ICK), I've decided tonight will be a cheat night because it will be well deserved.
My cousin and I went (pre-diet) to a restaurant in NY with awesome pumpkin martinis. Now, I'm not a pumpkin lover, per say, BUT, these were pretty darn delish. My cousin recreated the recipe and I'll be trying it tonight. If anyone cares to join me, I'll probably be clinking my glass this evening.

Here is the recipe for you to enjoy!
Take a can of pumpkin and mix it with pumpkin pie spice and some confectionary sugar. Then take equal parts vanilla vodka and baileys (you can use pumpkin bailys, which is made by Molly's) and put a spoonful or more of the pumpkin mixture with ice and shake it all up and enjoy!

Hope you enjoy it...gotta go. The crew is back upstairs and whining that they are soooo thirsty for chocolate milk. Samantha even added that she dreamed about it last night. Off to the kitchen....tempted to start now because as we all know...it's 5 o'clock somewhere!