Is your husband driving you nuts? Does your boss get under your skin? Welcome to “OH NO HE DIDN’T!” Tuesday, your come-and-tell-us-all-about-it headquarters! Let’s get this party started…

My husband and I have been house hunting in the Ft. Leonard Wood area here in Missouri for the last two weeks and have finally found the perfect place to call home.

We contemplated between moving to Waynesville, St. James, St. Robert and a teeny tiny little town that none of you have ever heard of. But when we drove by this sign, the light bulb went off in my husband’s head.

Him: “Hey Kris, we should move to Doolittle!”

Me: “Doolittle? I’m not living in Doolittle. Why in the world would I want to move to Doolittle?”

Him: “Because you DO LITTLE.”

OH NO HE DIDN’T! (Oh yes girl, he did.)

Send help. Seriously. I’m this close to strangling my husband.

Folks, we finally found a home! Though the move into our new home is just days away, I can’t shake the roller coaster of emotions I’ve been riding for the last three weeks. I’m overwhelmed, underpaid and I’m just plain tired.

I am so, so tired.

I’m tired of being cooped up in this hotel – nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

I’m tired of hearing “Mom, so-and-so won’t give me back my cookie.”

I’m tired of changing diapers.

I’m tired of speaking in hushed tones.

I’m tired of being needed by everyone everyday, for everything under the sun.

I’m tired of sharing a bathroom with five other people.

I’m tired of waiting.

I’m tired of breastfeeding.

I’m tired of repeating myself.

I’m tired of butting heads.

I’m tired of fast food.

I’m tired of editing photos.

I’m tired of falling asleep to the sound of five other people snoring.

I’m tired of whining.

I’m tired of eating waffles, biscuits and gravy or eggs every morning.

I’m tired of thinking.

I’m tired of writing this blog post.

I’m tired of being of being tired.

But most of all, I’m tired of holding it all in. I’m human. I get angry. I get frustrated and yes, I even whine. Living in a hotel for the last three weeks with my husband, our four children and Rocky the Wonder Pup has been extremely trying.

I wish I could say that I’ve been living and loving it all out loud these last three weeks, the truth of the matter is I haven’t. I’ve been a big baby. A really cranky baby. A tired baby.

I need a nap.

And some “me” time.

Remember this?

Yesterday, you were challenged to take a wild guess as to what the mystery photo could possibly be. Your answers were great! Here are a few of my favorites…

• sugar sprinkles
• frozen vegetables
• rocks from a fish tank
• Zeus’ last bowel movement (I hope Zeus is a dog and not some one’s husband.)

But my favorite guess came from Paula at Momforlife. She said: “…I am thinking more along the lines of a cell beset by some awful…diseases; let’s all join hands, establish an 800 number and do a telethon — get enough caring souls together and yes, we CAN eliminate mysteryphotoitis from the face of the earth! (or maybe just the blogosphere, but we will live and love out loud while doing so!)”

Dog poop? Mysteryphotoitis? Really?

As a matter of fact folks, it’s Dippin’ Dots icecream. Talk about a tasty treat! I’m so thrilled to announce that most of you got it right!

Congratulations to the following folks…

2 Much Testosterone, 4Virtu, A Lot of Loves, And Miles To Go Before We Sleep, Country Girl City Life, Dagmar’s Momsense, Enjoying the Simple Things, Fabulous Won, Happy Deal – Happy Day!, Ja Monkey, Kitchen Witch, Knit One Max Too, Little Mochi, Loving My Life, Ma What’s For Dinner, Memories Captured Photography, Mom of 3 Girls, Momforlife, Musings of a Marfan Mom, My Life in Jenga, Mama Michie’s Musings, One Starry Night, Our Happy Home, Ramble Road Ramblings, Run DMT, Secret Mom Thoughts, The Blue Zoo, The Buzz for Moms, The Ish Blog, The Life of Rylie…& Bryce too!, The Ranting Mommy, Typical Suburban Family

You came.

You guessed.

You got it right.

And now you’ve got a crappy souvenier t-shirt to prove it.

You can thank me later.

It’s Mystery Photo time! Look at the photo below, leave your wild guess in a comment and be sure to come back tomorrow (Thursday). I’ll post the answer along with a full photo of the mystery object. There’s even a crappy t-shirt badge up for grabs! Good luck everyone.

*The answer to this week’s mystery photo can be found here.

Is your husband driving you nuts? Does your boss get under your skin? Welcome to “OH NO HE DIDN’T!” Tuesday, your come-and-tell-us-all-about-it headquarters! Let’s get this party started…

The I-told-you-so moments just keep on flowing…

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times.

• “George, you’re going too fast.”
• “Honey, you’re going over the solid yellow line.”
• “Can’t you just stay on the right side of the road?”
• “Slow down already. You wanna get a speeding ticket?”

He never listens. Why? Because he’s a man and they’re wired that way.

If my husband had listened to me – just this once – he wouldn’t have been pulled over by a police officer.

If my husband had listened to me – just this once – we wouldn’t have been sitting in our car on the side of the highway for 20 minutes.

If my husband had listened to me - just this once – we’d be $118.00 richer.

OH NO HE DIDN’T! (Oh yes girl, he did.)

Moving on now to yesterday’s hotel room poop fiasco…

OH NO SHE DIDN’T! (Oh yes, believe me…she did.)