When your morning starts out like this it seems that the pace is set for the rest of the day. An argument between boys lead one boy locking the other out and then locking himself out. This boy shall remain unnamed in this post as he's already had one bad behavior post this week. While waiting for Ed the locksmith to show up this morning, I made breakfast for the boys. Lack of menu planning and lack of kitchen cleaning meant breakfast looked something like this...
That really looks sad. I'm hoping that this happens to all of us once in awhile and I'm just the exception who takes pictures and blogs about it. Who knew they would all like the Lipton Noodle Soup that I had on hand from my post surgery diet? I didn't photograph the broccoli with cheese that they all ate in addition to the soup. I do believe one child also had some rainbow sherber`t. I should probably start planning my Mother the Year acceptance speech.
As I pulled into the school parking lot, I acknowledged that fact that I had just blown their perfect attendance record by bringing them late. I was more disappointed than them but it still added to the rotten morning I already had going. When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping right? After the office staff was done admiring all four little boys and asking all sorts of questions (this shouldn't ever get old but sometimes it does), they came up with a great idea. I got the usual questions about the hand me downs. Yep we really get our money's worth out of clothes. My new favorite office girl suggested I go through the lost and found as it was about to gbe donated to Goodwill. I was stoked. Free clothes. Sure. I was escorted to the cafeteria where I scored a new lunch box and two Tony Hawk sweatshirts. I thought for a brief moment that things must be looking up.
A very brief moment and then my phone rang. It was Scott calling in with my to do list for the day. I was supposed to call the city to get a building permit for the fence we already put up five years ago, call code compliance to beg for mercy (we are supposed to be fined $1000 for every day we have our fence up without a permit, over a million dollars now), call the IRS about a letter we received, call our attorney and call our mortgage company to ask some questions and try to make an appointment for his vasectomy. When I seemed shocked at my to do list of ugly alligator projects, I was reminded that it was me after all who had the day off.
I have one child who is looking very suspicious across the room from me on the other computer, I will be checking that browsing history shortly, a small child with poop pants on sitting on my lap, one boy who is dripping wet telling me to come outside and see the sprinkler system he just installed and one boy who is gnawing on the entire block of cheddar cheese and leaving filthy little hand prints all over it. If all days off are this much fun I'm going to seriously consider some overtime.
The only good news is that it's almost five pm and tomorrow is Saturday and I work but Scott has the day off. So maybe I'll wait till about eight am and give his a little call with his to do list. If you could just buy a new toilet and install it, fix the ceiling fan in our room, find our bath tub drain, fold all seven loads of laundry on our table and clean the van. What do you mean you can't get anything done when you have the kids? It's actually an advantage, you have four little helpers. I'm sure you can get it all done and oh yeah, could you call and make all four boys appointments for physicals and dental cleanings and if you have any spare time, try to come up with $1,347,896.00 for the city, I got some letter about a problem with out fence. Thanks so much, and try to think of something good for dinner.
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