The kids have been really great getting ready for school this week. Really great like, someone-stole-our-kids-and-replaced-them-with-these-imposters-and-I'm-totally ok-with-that" great. Today, Sweet Pea came around the corner into our room, and jumped to a stop in our doorway. "I'm a CUTIE, Mom!" Heh, no self-esteem issues with that one...
One of Punkin's responsibilities around the house is to do the dinner dishes every night. She usually accomplishes that about 3 out of 5 nights during the week, somehow, I'm in charge of them on the weekends. Last night was one of the three nights.
Me: "Punkin, please come and take care of the dishes."
Punkin: "But Mom, I don't want to take the dishes out of the dishwasher."
Me: "Punkin, there's like six dishes and a couple of spoons in there. You can handle it."
That's when I got "the look." It's a "disgruntled-teenager-in-training" look.
A few minutes later, she came to me complaining that her heels hurt her. I listened to her complaint, determined there was nothing I could do about the problem, she wasn't going to die from it, and sent her back to the dishwasher. (Her heels didn't seem to be a problem 45 minutes ago when she was running around the house with her brother and sister...) Pans landed rather loudly on the counter.
Five minutes later, she came to me with a very long face, "Mom," she said, "I have a really bad headache." I gave her a dose of "orange medicine" (I.B.Profen) and set her back on task. So very slowly, she began to take the previously rinsed (by me) dishes from the sink and put them into the finally empty dishwasher.
After several minutes, she wanted me to know that her throat was very scratchy and it hurt a little bit when she swallowed and it's been like that for a little while now... At this point, I put my hands on her shoulders and looked her right in the eye. Wearing my "Mom face" and keeping my voice as neutral and even as possible, I said "Well, the medicine I gave you earlier should help that. I think you'll be ok, but if your throat continues to hurt, we'll take you to the doctor. Now, please, get over there and finish the dishes before your arms fall off or something. "
Well, I can tell you she didn't think that was funny at all. It was all I could do not to roar with laughter, though, when Sweet Pea piped up "Mom? Her arms aren't really gonna just fall right off, are they?"
Heh, I think Sweet Pea was a bit disappointed when I told her "No, they shouldn't."
Hubby's baby arrived today. This baby never needs to be changed or burped or sent off to college. No sir, Hubby finally broke down and bought a Harley.
Fire blah-blah something red and blah-blah something Black. It's new and pretty and shiny. If I'm lucky, he'll let me sit on it. We're going to spend the weekend just staring at the new motorcycle in the garage because, it's been such a very, very mild winter, but now that Hubby's new
As for me, well, last night I fell asleep watching television and ended up getting to bed earlier than I have since the beginning of the year. It was lovely, and I slept soundly for what seemed like three minutes and then the alarm went off and it became morning again.
I took the kids to their schools and drove on in to work. I was feeling pretty good, still a little sleepy, but good. Keyring in hand, I approached my workstation, thinking about the day ahead.
Apparently, I was a little more tired then I realized.
It was then that I discovered the remote for the externally flameless Mommyvan door locks will not open the locks on my desk drawers when pointed in that direction.
Oh. One last thing - That lil bit a'HOPE sure can swing...
(my first ever attempt at a video or posting a video, sorry if it takes a while to load, it's really nothing exciting, but I thought Susie would get a smile out of it.)