Broken Pledges*

i've always been jealous of all these people who have perfect posts. my brain has yet to figure out how to make all of the pictures in line and appropriate for what you're talking about. so one of these days, i will reach my goal of becoming "the perfect blogger." i'm kidding of course. i'd have lots of work ahead of me and i can't handle that right now.

well, today was bath day for all of the kids. i know, most moms are saying, "yeah, every day is bath day, right?" well, i guess my dirty little secret is that my kids aren't the most bathed kids in the world. i think this stems from when i was a little girl and hated taking baths. i would lie to my mom and dad and tell them that i had taken a bath and brushed my teeth when in fact, i had merely played with my brothers and sis and had gotten sweaty. yuck. my dad always made me prove it by expert dentistly (i know, that's not a word but it fits my story.) searching my mouth in the grocery store for plaque. he always figured it out. anyhow, back to my original story. today was bath day. i would like to say on my behalf that my kids nails are usually trimmed and sarah's are usually painted and for three kids, that's a time consuming task. especially since they hate it so much. also, my kids don't stink b/c we use really good laundry detergent and bounce sheets and if they're ever in need of an early bath (ie. ian gets really sweaty when the childcare workers play soccer with him. they always say "wow, could he be any sweatier?" and to that i reply "you have no idea." so the pictures are of the dear little ledbetters all scrubbed up and shiny.

well, i tried my hardest to get the kids down here where they should be. no luck. it's turning out to be a nice evening however. i'm here with ian and sarah who are both sleeping:) that oughta put a smile on anyone's face. abby went with dean to the gym. a nice break since this is not her happy time. i'm hoping to go when dean gets back. sarah is running a bit of a fever so i didn't want to bring her to the gym. once they wake up, it's dinner time. i'm having a salad hopefully with some shrimp on top (please, lovebug. dean makes the best shrimp ever.) that'll do it for that paragraph.

this post has been quite the crazy rambling. my brain is like a fried egg. they always showed you what your brain was like on drugs, but they never showed you what it was like with three kids at home all day. i guess they figured that was way too good for birth control. i'm kidding. but not about the fried egg thing.

i'm sure hoping you guys were still wondering what the title was all about and if you haven't guessed yet, you're *insert euphamism for loser*. for those of you who still can't figure it out, you must never watch Lifetime---Television For Women because that's what's on right now. or maybe it's Abducted--The Mary Latham Story. or maybe A Mother's Plea. one of those i'm sure. no really, Broken Pledges really is what's on. i just love the predictability of that.

i'm off to search for my sanity. have a wonderful day and to all of you in brownwood and the surrounding areas, see you this weekend. to the rest of you, better luck next time. ouch, that came out mean. love you is what i meant to say. mwah.

*hey, i figured out the picture thing at the last second. now say my posts aren't organized. i dare you.*