Another weekend is upon us, & with it, the usual chaos involved in running a large family here in Crazy Town. Though today is pretty quiet, with only a birthday party on tap for the boy, tomorrow will have me up by 5 a.m. & out the door with my big girls before 6 a.m. They are competing out of town in Cheer Provincials…& I wound up vetoing an overnight stay before I realized just how early they’d have to be there, almost 2 hours away! In the meantime, The Dad will hang on to The Baby, & get the boy to his playoff hockey game. SO, given the ungodly hour that I will be getting up tomorrow, I have decided I need to keep this one brief, & at least attempt to get to bed before 3 a.m.! And yet, I find myself at a loss for a topic today…go figure…so I thought I’d just share some random thoughts, since Terry always makes me giggle with hers!
I can’t wait for hockey season to be over…somehow it’s become acceptable for the hockey bag to have found a permanent home in my dining room.
Ever since The Dad cleaned out his office a month ago, there has been a giant white box full of office supplies sitting in my front hallway. It, much like the hockey bag, has become part of the décor.
The trail of Corn Pops always lets me know where the kids ate breakfast, & it’s rarely the kitchen table.
The pile of crumbs on the kitchen counter every morning tells me exactly where The Dad made his lunch an hour earlier.
If the sink & counter are NOT covered in toothpaste, I know damn well the rug rats did NOT brush their teeth….even if they try the old “wet the toothbrush” trick….
Every few days, I can go around Crazy Town & find enough dishes to furnish a whole new kitchen….& don’t even get me started on the food wrappers, apple cores, & bread crusts that turn up in the oddest places.
I have found 2 new things to add to my “Signs That I’m NOT Old” list…I wear black nail polish, & my sneakers have skulls on them. Though they may also be signs of a very disturbed individual.
Other things that have recently found a permanent home in the living room/dining room?? A bench that The Best Friend gave us when she moved, that I really like but has no space or purpose, other than a whole NEW spot to dump sh**, plopped in the doorway blocking one of the entrances to the room…like Crazy Town wasn‘t cramped enough! Sheets of plywood being used for an ongoing…& going…& going…project, an extra desk, again from The Best Friend, with the gigantic piggie cage parked on said desk, & a mess of extra computers, though useful with 4 kids, that simply don’t fit without looking ridiculously sloppy. I’d shove it ALL in the basement, but I can’t FIND the basement buried under all the crap…despite spending two straight weeks holed up down there cleaning it in December.
The fridge is always full of half eaten fruit…which none of the rug rats ever want to claim…thankfully I can cut it up for the piggie now & it doesn’t go to waste.
I hate that after 40 years, I still think doing bacon & eggs for dinner is an “easy out”….then it’s an hour & a half later, & I’m just finishing up…not including washing any dishes.
I think the dryer is the perfect place for laundry…it stays clean, fresh, & wrinkle free until I’m ready to use it.
My girls waste enough paper to have destroyed half the rain forest….as punishment for this, I take them out every Earth Day to spend the afternoon picking up garbage through the neighbourhood.
I sometimes hate that the boy doesn’t give me valid reason to kick him off the X-Box…his homework is always done, his grades are always good, & he powers through 2 or 3 books a week, PLUS playing hockey, & heading outside every chance he gets….but sometimes I wish I could kick him off just to make him hang out with me. Rotten do-gooder.
By the same token, The One I Butt Heads With recently discovered a new computer game that keeps her occupied & silent for ages…& even though she DOES have homework to do, I don’t have it in me to make her get off….the quiet is worth it. Rotten mothering.
And on THAT note….it’s off to bed in an attempt to get an early night in….though I will likely toss & turn, pondering my rotten mothering, until the wee hours before I’m actually ABLE to sleep. Thankfully, my Blackberry is my alarm clock, so I just won’t have it in me to whip it at the wall when it goes off at 5 a.m.!