Make It Stop!

I was in Chuck E. Cheese's with the boys for about 10 minutes when the urge to scream, "Make it stop!" took over! The games were dinging and blinging, the music was playing on the loud speakers, and the chatter of customers was ringing in my ears. Now I know what an over stimulated baby or child feels like. It's not as if it was extra chaotic for a pizza parlor, it was just the extra noise buzzing in the background that was getting on my every nerve! I didn't care if the boys still had tokens left; one hour was ALL I could take! Suffice it to say that I will NOT be doing this again anytime soon. The boys think Daddy will take them. Good luck with that one.

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Manic Morning!

Yesterday I wanted a "do over", and I say ditto on that today too! What a morning! It started off okay, with the usual, "Get changed and brush your teeth". Today is one of those regularly scheduled late start days for our school district so the kids didn't have to wake up so early. We were doing good, we didn't have to leave for the bus stop until 10:00...WRONG! We left the house at 10:00 and waited at the bus stop until 10:30, when I finally decided that the bus either came early or was delayed. As soon as we got back home I checked the calendar (should've done that last night) and realized that school started 90 minutes late, NOT 2 hours late like they do for bad weather. So I had to drive J to school. He was only about 10 minutes late, thanks to Mom being unorganized. Then as K and I were walking back to the parking lot we saw 2 more kids arriving late, but they were doing it in style. They got dropped off in a fire truck! How cool is that? Anyway, here's hoping the day gets better. It can't get any worse, knock on wood.

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I Must Be A Moron

My boys are now 6 and 4 1/2 and this morning my husband, let's call him H, tells me that K was coughing last night. I already knew this because despite his snoring, I could hear K coughing with my own 2 ears. I'm thinking of taking both boys to the doctor tomorrow because their allergy meds don't seem to be working. So H says, "You'd better keep K at home today". I, not so politely, replied by reminding him that I've been raising these boys for 6 years now and I'm perfectly capable of making that judgment call. Then, no more than 5 minutes later, J comes downstairs after getting changed and cleaned up. H says, "You'd better make sure the boys wash their hair tonight". I looked at J and knew that H was referring to J's wet hair. H thought it was grease. Again, I've been raising these boys for 6 years now and I would know if either one of them were in desperate need of a hair wash, but I wouldn't wait that long. I guess I'm just a moron.

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Spilled Juice and Soggy Fries

It's lunch time on the home front so I baked chicken nuggets and fries for my two boys, J (age 6) and K (age 4 1/2). I make their plates and sit them at the table then proceed to warm up my lunch. Now we're sitting at the table and J walks to the fridge to get a Danimal. While this is going on my husband calls on the phone. I get up to answer the phone, and in a split second J gives K his cup of pink lemonade that was in the fridge, and K manages to spill the juice not only on his plate of fries and nuggets, but also on his brother's plate of fries. I rescued whatever fries and nuggets were salvageable, which wasn't much, and mopped up the wet, sticky juice from the table. So who's to blame for this mayhem? The way I see it, if J hadn't given K the cup of juice in the first place then there wouldn't have been any juice to spill. On the other hand, if my husband hadn't called at the precise moment that K was about to spill his juice, then I would've still been sitting at the table and would have foreseen (with my Mommy instincts) what was about to happen ahead of time. Oh well, no sense in crying over spilled juice, it doesn't change anything. This is why God invented cups with lids.

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