Routine is slowly retuning to my life! The kids are back in school. The house is undecorated. I spent two days cleaning the house from their weeks of winter break! By Wednesday I texted my mother and said “I may be in the Twilight Zone! The laundry is done, the dishes are done, and the house is clean!” So she responded: “Look under the beds.” Yep, leave it to my mom to remind me of just exactly where the messes must be hiding. Oh well, at least the part I can see looked good. I even finished tiling and grouting my back splash.
I’ve only been waiting for about 7 months for the hubby to help me finish the remodel of our kitchen. Finally I took matters into my own hands! I must say, I’m pretty impressed with myself. I even learned how to use the wet saw. But it never fails, as soon as I get things together, this family takes them all apart.
Take Thursday night, for example. I sent Blondie to get some hamburger meat out of the freezer so I could cook Stroganoff. Now I don’t know if Daddy didn’t mark things clearly or if Blondie didn’t read it right, but whatever it was, I didn’t catch the mistake when I opened the meat and fried it up. Once everyone started eating, kids were exclaiming “this is spicy!” Stroganoff? Spricy? That can’t be. Then we figured it out. Blondie mistook a package of hot sausage for a package of hamburger and there it was, our first batch of spicy stroganoff. Hey, what’s life without the small hiccups, right?
Then Friday morning we added a few more hiccups to our week when Jayden lost his new shoes. Now, my kids are famous for losing their shoes. I have resorted to giving each of them a basket, with their name on it, to put all of their shoes in. This basket is accompanied by daily reminders to “put your shoes in the basket”. I tell them several times a day to put their shoes away and yet it never fails, morning will come, we’ll be ready to go and there will be a child without shoes, and typically it’s one of my twins who seems unable to cover his feet.
It took everyone in the house searching for shoes to finally find a pair that would do (even though Christmas brought them all two pairs of shoes, and with a twin that should mean there are potentially 4 or 5 pairs to choose from). I turn around and my 6 year old is still jumping up and down shirtless. Did I mention he brings hyper-active to a whole new level? Then I learn my 13 year old needs assistance drawing George Washington for a project due that day, and my four year old can’t go to school until I put her babies down for a nap so by the time I get everyone squared away we are, of course, running late!
I was doing my best to remain calm and patient, but when my favorite boys in blue pulled me over for going 23 in a 20, I lost it. This kid was obviously the rookie, he doesn’t look a year older than Blondie, and maybe he didn’t even know that his colleagues have ruined my day many times, but when he actually uttered “I’m pulling you over because I clocked you at 23 in a 20” I actually said, with my meanest MAD MOMMY EYES, “you’re kidding me, right?!”
I was right outside the high school. I had 3 minutes to make it inside before the bell, and he wanted to stop me for that? I wasn’t even stepping on the gas pedal in the school zone. I always just coast. But for some reason, (that is well documented in this blog) I seem to attract the boys in blue. I’d blame it on my fire engine red Yukon, but she’s been parked. She needs major surgery. Her transmission requires a transplant. I should be blending right in with my green suburban, but still, it’s me they love to escort to the side of the road. Maybe I just give off that vibe that says “You wanna lean in my window and ask for my signature!”
Lucky me, this time I drove away with merely a warning, but while everyone else is busy saying TGIF, I was walking around work, knowing the weekend would bring with it a hundred more hiccups for me to enjoy. Should I say “enjoy”, is that really the word I’m searching for? Oh well, let’s just go with it…