I admit that sometimes I am a little….well, there is no other way to say crazy other than crazy. I know this about myself. Jeff (poor guy) knows this about me. Actually, anybody that knows me knows I’m a little crazy. O.C.D. High strung. Simply crazy. When I am stressed my crazy rears its ugly head, and trust me, it is ugly. With the death of Doggie and all of the crying my crazy is in full force. During the day with the even crazier babies I have to be patient, calm, and put my crazy in a little box to be opened later. And then the crazy babies go to bed and I am free to open my little crazy box and play. I am sorry sweetybabycakes…er, I mean Crash! that you married such a crazy person.

My crazy the other night:

Jeff (Crash) and I are on the couch eating dinner after the babies went to bed. After a hard day at work my sweetbabycakes (aka Crash) came home and cooked us dinner. Did I mention that I have the best husband ever! And I really mean EVER! He is waiting for a book to be delivered so he decides to get the mail.

Me: The keys are in my purse. But be sure to put the keys back in my purse when you’re done. I’m always worried you’ll accidentally take my keys to work with you and then we’d be stranded.

Him: I always put them back on the counter. I wouldn’t take them to work. I’ll leave them on the counter like I always do.

Me: Then you’re not taking my keys at all! If you can’t put them back in my purse like I asked you then just forget it!!!!!

Him: Fine, I’ll put them back in your purse when I’m done (sheesh crazy lady).

He goes and gets the mail and comes back in the front door. He stops and looks at me.

Me: God! Grouchy much!!!!!! Why are you such a grump!?!?!

Him: Ummmmmm.

Me: Don’t even pretend like you’re not in a bad mood.

Him: What did I do? I just got the mail and came back in. How could you think that was me being grouchy?

Me: Well, when you looked at me you didn’t smile.

Yes, I am certifiably crazy.

Crazy Mama giving Piggy Back Rides