It never fails, things never seem to work out.
Pat and I had planned on camping tonight, but I asked him if he minded if I stayed at home and try to sleep in in the morning. Been feeling pretty drained when I get up, so I thought it would be nice to just get up whenever. I love to camp, but out there I'm always up at the crack of dawn. So he agreed and I told him to go ahead and that Kelli, John and I would come out tomorrow.
John is staying with Grandma, since he has to be at the church at 7am. He helps them out with the SHARE program. So it was just Kelli and I. We colored and made paper dolls all night and laid down at a decent hour. She is sleeping soundly, in fact I think she was out he minute her head hit the pillow. Here I am, its 230am and I can't sleep. At this rate, I figure I'll fall asleep about the time Kelli is waking up.
I Give Up.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Forget the morning coffee, I need a real drink
Monday- September 17th, 2007 should be declared:
They're Gonna Drive Me To Drink Monstrous Monday
It started like every other morning. Pat and I were up and getting ready for work. Things were quiet, the dogs were romping playfully, breakfast was good, the weather was already nice and the forecast looked beautiful. We could hear faintly some birds singing outside and then it happened, yes thats right, we had to wake the kids.
Not sure what could have led to this truly disastrous morning. Maybe it was change in the moon patterns, maybe the planets were out of alignment, could have been some bad "karma" floating in the air, whatever the problem, it had affected my children. Grouchy, Grumpy, Fussy, Whiny. Need I say more?
So the kids are up and actually things were moving rather smoothly at first except for the scowling and whining from my little princess about how tired she was and how we just didn't understand or care that she was tired. Then we got an Oscar Winning Performance on how she has to "work all day at school with no nap, no snack, no fun, and no air conditioning. Work! That's all they want out of me and I'm just a little kid!" It was a heartwrenching performance with tears that I really didn't really have time for, so I was less then sympathetic. Before you think what a mean cruel mom I am, know that my princess has a flare for the dramatics. The kid can turn on the water works in the blink of any eye. She really is quite good and could fool the untrained eye, but she forgot who she was dealing with.
Just as we are about to leave, I notice princess is not wearing her new glasses. So I ask " where are you glasses?" Standard response "I dunno." So I ask dear husband where are her glasses, because I worked the day before and didn't notice if she had them last night or not. His response,"I dunno, She had them on at church." Ok so, its only been 21 hours since he last saw her wearing them. So now the blood is beginning to boil, I need to be at work in 20 minutes. Lucky I live close. So the search begins and they are nowhere to be found. I give up and tell them we will look tonight, her response "I guess I'll just have to stay home, since I'm blind without them." I remind her that she has spent the last seven years without them, so I think she will be ok for one day as long as she isn't driving or operating heavy machinery. I can tell you that I now know that without her glasses, she is still able to roll her eyes like a professional.
So we are ready to get going, when John who has been so quiet, getting himself ready and has been sitting watching TV for quite some time now, says "I cant find my bank information."
I tell him its in the lockbox and I don't have time for it right now, but that I will take him to the bank tomorrow when I am off. "No," he says "I want grandam to take me!" I repeat myself, something I rarely do and in a huff he turns around and slams out the front door to meet his sister who is waiting for him. Mad at me, he gives her a little shove. Kelli in turn lets out this warhoop, that sounds like he just cut her right arm off with a dull butter knife. And so the fight is on.
Kelli who now has decided recently that she know karate, never had a lesson, "I taught myself" attacks. Legs flying, arms karate chopping and all the while screaming this HA! WHA! HIYAA!
John trying to hold her at bay, by putting his hand on her forehead, yelling "mom do something about it!" So I'm heading for the front porch to break it up, but of course Dad beats me there and he begins screaming. He's gonna beat there butts, Kelli then grabs on to the cheeks of her bottom and begins pleading ever so loudly "Please don't beat us Daddy!Please, No! Please don't beat me!" Like they get daily beatings or something. Jeesh! So of course Dad is still yelling and I have about had it. Did I mention its 630am and they are in the front yard probably waking the whole neighborhood. So I mange to break up the rumble and everyone leaves on their way.
Barely make it to work on time and just get started and get a call from Grandma at 8am, the skirt Pat packed for Kelli for school is one from a couple of years ago. Way to small. So I leave work, rush home, change Kelli's clothes and head back to work. Quite a morning, all before 8am. I could go on to tell you how my day went at work, but I'm trying to black that out. Besides, by the time I got done with that story I would sound like a raving lunatic.
They're Gonna Drive Me To Drink Monstrous Monday
It started like every other morning. Pat and I were up and getting ready for work. Things were quiet, the dogs were romping playfully, breakfast was good, the weather was already nice and the forecast looked beautiful. We could hear faintly some birds singing outside and then it happened, yes thats right, we had to wake the kids.
Not sure what could have led to this truly disastrous morning. Maybe it was change in the moon patterns, maybe the planets were out of alignment, could have been some bad "karma" floating in the air, whatever the problem, it had affected my children. Grouchy, Grumpy, Fussy, Whiny. Need I say more?
So the kids are up and actually things were moving rather smoothly at first except for the scowling and whining from my little princess about how tired she was and how we just didn't understand or care that she was tired. Then we got an Oscar Winning Performance on how she has to "work all day at school with no nap, no snack, no fun, and no air conditioning. Work! That's all they want out of me and I'm just a little kid!" It was a heartwrenching performance with tears that I really didn't really have time for, so I was less then sympathetic. Before you think what a mean cruel mom I am, know that my princess has a flare for the dramatics. The kid can turn on the water works in the blink of any eye. She really is quite good and could fool the untrained eye, but she forgot who she was dealing with.
Just as we are about to leave, I notice princess is not wearing her new glasses. So I ask " where are you glasses?" Standard response "I dunno." So I ask dear husband where are her glasses, because I worked the day before and didn't notice if she had them last night or not. His response,"I dunno, She had them on at church." Ok so, its only been 21 hours since he last saw her wearing them. So now the blood is beginning to boil, I need to be at work in 20 minutes. Lucky I live close. So the search begins and they are nowhere to be found. I give up and tell them we will look tonight, her response "I guess I'll just have to stay home, since I'm blind without them." I remind her that she has spent the last seven years without them, so I think she will be ok for one day as long as she isn't driving or operating heavy machinery. I can tell you that I now know that without her glasses, she is still able to roll her eyes like a professional.
So we are ready to get going, when John who has been so quiet, getting himself ready and has been sitting watching TV for quite some time now, says "I cant find my bank information."
I tell him its in the lockbox and I don't have time for it right now, but that I will take him to the bank tomorrow when I am off. "No," he says "I want grandam to take me!" I repeat myself, something I rarely do and in a huff he turns around and slams out the front door to meet his sister who is waiting for him. Mad at me, he gives her a little shove. Kelli in turn lets out this warhoop, that sounds like he just cut her right arm off with a dull butter knife. And so the fight is on.
Kelli who now has decided recently that she know karate, never had a lesson, "I taught myself" attacks. Legs flying, arms karate chopping and all the while screaming this HA! WHA! HIYAA!
John trying to hold her at bay, by putting his hand on her forehead, yelling "mom do something about it!" So I'm heading for the front porch to break it up, but of course Dad beats me there and he begins screaming. He's gonna beat there butts, Kelli then grabs on to the cheeks of her bottom and begins pleading ever so loudly "Please don't beat us Daddy!Please, No! Please don't beat me!" Like they get daily beatings or something. Jeesh! So of course Dad is still yelling and I have about had it. Did I mention its 630am and they are in the front yard probably waking the whole neighborhood. So I mange to break up the rumble and everyone leaves on their way.
Barely make it to work on time and just get started and get a call from Grandma at 8am, the skirt Pat packed for Kelli for school is one from a couple of years ago. Way to small. So I leave work, rush home, change Kelli's clothes and head back to work. Quite a morning, all before 8am. I could go on to tell you how my day went at work, but I'm trying to black that out. Besides, by the time I got done with that story I would sound like a raving lunatic.
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