Friday, February 27, 2009

This is What It Has Come To

My mother has offered to stay overnight with the kids this weekend so that J and I can go out, hang out, relax, get a hotel room, eat, shop, drink, whatever.

I'm madly doing laundry, cleaning, trying to finish up work, etc. so that I can actually do the relaxing part. Hafta stock the fridge so that Mom doesn't have to trudge out with four kids or order out.

So, after I pick the kids up from school, we're headed to SuperTarget. Why not the grocery store? Well, largely because I also have to get a birthday present for G to take to a party on Sunday (my sister, god bless her, is taking him to the party). And the babies could each use a cheap pair of shoes to get them through to summer.

But also on my list? Something cute to wear this weekend. And maybe some fun underwear. Not Victoria's Secret and Banana Republic. Freakin' Target.

So. This is what it has come to. 37 years old. Married almost 10 years. Four kids. And I'm buying milk, frozen waffles, diapers, Bakugan toys and sexy panties all in the same place. I give up.

Friday, February 13, 2009

My Breezy Kitchen

I was sitting at my kitchen table working on a writing project while dinner was in the oven earlier. And I kept feeling a very cold draft at my legs. I looked around. All doors and windows within eyesight were closed. All of my children were in the hearth room, watching TV. And whining about dinner.

I got up and walked into the living room and foyer to see if the doors and the chimney flue were closed. They were.

A blast of freezing air hit me at the top of the stairs to the basement.

I ran down the stairs to find the back door wide open. It's 32 degrees out. And my evil 2 year old monkeys had turned the heat off. (New obsession. They drag the piano stool to the thermostat and mess with it. I'm looking into those clear plastic covers with locks they have at schools.) I'm fairly confident they unlocked the door and it blew open in the weather today.

No idea how long it was open. I was immediately searching the basement - tv room, toy room, bar, bedroom, bathroom, unfinished storage. No, not for intruders. For animals. Our house backs up to woods that are teeming with raccoons, turkeys, coyotes, snakes, rabbits, deer, foxes, opossum and more. All appeared clear. But I'll be sleeping with one eye open tonight. And going to Babies R Us for more safety latches in the morning.


On Thursday afternoon, I had to ask my 7 year old to not sing quite so loud in the waiting area at piano lessons. Song choice? "Bad Medicine" by Bon Jovi.

Also, my 2 year olds can sing "Shattered" by O.A.R. and "Fall for You" by Secondhand Serenity. Waaaaay too much Top 20 on 20 on the XM while dropping and picking up big kids at school.

I guess that's what happens to the youngest kids - they learn pop songs instead of Disney songs. Fine by me, believe me...I'm getting a little tired of The Little Mermaid.

Don't despair for their childhoods though - had to ask the littlest peanut to stop singing "Rain, Rain, Go Away" at the top of his lungs during dinner. He also belted out "Baa, Baa Black Sheep" last night, out of nowhere. "Yesh shir, yesh shir, fee bags fuh."

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Indentured Servitude

Forced to sit in the "audience" for a show being performed by his sister. At least G is in good company. Donald, Daisy, Pluto, Goofy, Minnie and Mickey are probably equally as miserable. But they're all keeping quiet about it.