No, I'm not "Sadie, Sadie, the married lady", but I had quite a day.
It started with computer malfunctions--malfunctions like I've never experienced before. I should have had my coffee first--when will I ever learn.
So I'm on the computer trying to look at a video a friend posted of a guy singing in the Gospel Choir last night, and the computer freezes up. I try to control/alt/delete out of it and the screen goes black. I don't have time for this, so I shut the lap top and go to get my first cup of coffee. Ahhh, there we go...when all of a sudden, I hear this incredible high pitched noise coming from somewhere nearby. I realize it is coming from the laptop. I open it up and the screen is still black and the little hour glass is flitting all over the screen. I push the power button. Nothing. I try it again. Nothing. I begin to smell that hot electrical smell that occurs when something gets too hot. Okay, my laptop is fried. Life goes on.
It's 7:30, the twins arrive--they're 2 1/2, approximately. This happens twice a week--no big deal. Well, today it was. They both wanted BaBa at the same time--NOW! And, in different rooms. I guess the worst was when I was in the "ladies room" and they were clear down the hall in my craft area. Payton was vacuuming up a little mess we had made. He's hollering, "BaBa, I'm finished". I'm hollering back, "Okay Payton, I'll be there in a second." "BaBa!! I'm finished!!" "Okay Payton, I'll be there in a minute." "BA BA!! I'm finished!!!"
"OKAY PAYTON, I'M COMING!!!!" Now I hear both of them coming down the hall calling "BaBa! BaBa!" Unbeknownst to me at the time, the vacuum was still running and there's no way they could of heard me. Ugh!!
Aunt Angela arrives to go out to lunch with us and to the park. I'm not even dressed yet and it's noon. We decide to go real cheap--C C's Pizza where kids eat free. We sit near the candy/prize vending machines. Big mistake! After wasting our breath trying to convince them both that neither one of us had any money, Angela gives in and finds some quarters in the bottom of her purse. She puts one in a prize machine--it eats the quarter, no prize. Next she puts a quarter in a pinball type machine where you actually win the little rubber ball. Each of the twins get a little ball. Marley immediately throws hers on the ground and it bounces up and hits her in the face. Except for that bit of excitement, the balls are boring so Angela tries a "Candy Crane" machine where you play until you win. Payton goes first. He wins a gummy hot dog in a bun. Payton's happy. Next, it's Marley's turn. She wins white plastic vampire teeth. When Angela hands them to her, she starts crying, "I don't want that." So, Angela puts them in her mouth and digs out another quarter. This time Marley gets like this super, super, sour piece of candy, that she licks on just long enough to get her hands super, super sticky. She doesn't like sticky hands so now she's ready to hand it over to Payton, who will eat anything.
Angela takes Marley to the "little girls" room to wash her hands--Payton and I stay behind with the purses. Angela and Marley return and it's my turn with Payton. He has to go pee. He stands up like a big boy now and I tell him not to touch ANYTHING! He does good. Now we go to wash his hands. He does good. Now I wash the sticky little ball. I hand it to Payton and he drops it and then he drops to his hands and knees and is crawling around on the bathroom floor trying to get it. Ugh!
Okay, now it's time to go to the playground/park as BaBa promised. We're there about 20 min. or so when we realize that Marley is not being her usual self--running all over the place and squealing as she goes down the slide. She's actually standing very quietly underneath the slide. Marley is NOT potty-trained. She has just filled her "pull-up". I take her to the hatchback of my car for a quick change. All is good. We enjoy all the unusual equipment at this park--well, Angela was more into it than the kids. She actually fell off of something that spins around. We never did figure out exactly what you're supposed to do on it, but decided it was "too dangerous". So, we decide to take a walk on the nature trail and go over the bridge. We stop at a little area with benches and the twins perform for Angela and I as their audience. Payton announces he has to "poo-poo". There are no "facilities" at this park. So, I lead him into the most heavily wooded area I could find and pick him up in a sitting position, my hands under his legs and wait. No poo-poo, just a pee-pee fountain. Ugh!
Time to head back to the playground. Marley's making cookies in a funky little area by the slide and Payton made doo-doo in his big boy pants. I have no change of underwear for him, he IS potty-trained. He really is and I felt bad for not just leaving after he'd already told me earlier that he had to go. The poor little guy apologized all the way to the car as I carried him, ackwardly so as not to "smoosh".
Now we're home. Nap time--well, clean up time first and THEN nap time. Marley decides to nap downstairs alone and Payton talks Angela into getting in bed with him upstairs. I take the opportunity to get in some computer time. Oh yeah, the laptop isn't fried, just overheated I guess. Angela falls alseep for a short period of time before being woke up by Payton lifting her eyelids and saying, "I have to go potty". Angela is taking no chances at this point so she quickly takes him to the bathroom. He says he has to poop, so she sits him on the toilet--pee fountain #2. Now all of his clothes are in the wash.
At the end of the day, Payton never took a nap at all, Marley slept until 5:00 and I got in trouble for giving them snacks so close to dinner time.
Again I say, "Oy!"
I was so tired this evening and probably would have just turned in early, but I had an obligation at the church. I help with preparing a meal for a class on Thursday nights. I almost cancelled, but couldn't. I went with no make-up on, bad hair and wore the same clothes that I wore last night to Gospel Choir practice. I was feeling very stressed, worn out, cranky...you name it, I felt it. But then a friend asked me to stay and join her for dinner and watch the DVD they were showing tonight. I'm glad I stayed. I needed the message--especially today.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
So much to say and so little space on Facebook. ; )
Okay, so last night I was ready to go out and couldn't find my car keys. No big deal--I've got a spare set, I'll look for them "later". Later came at about 11:00 last night. I couldn't go to bed without looking for them--it was really bothering me. I remember exactly when I had had them last and what I was doing. It was Friday afternoon, around 1:00. I had just picked the twins up from their Halloween party at KK's (the baby sitter) and had taken them to trick or treat at "Mom's work". Because they were in their dinosaur costumes, I decided to take them through the McDonald's drive thru afterwards rather than going inside to avoid all the ooing and ahhing that I knew would occur if I took them in. When I get home and pull into the garage, the chaos begins. Both dinosaurs want their "Happy Meals" now! I spill the drinks in the floorboard and the music's too loud. Why is the music always too loud? I get the little "critters" out of their carseats, bring them in the house, strip off the most adorable costumes I've ever seen, set them up at the table and proceed to carry in all the "stuff". My kitchen countertop has disappeared--along with my keys I guess.
Knowing that they have to be here is the most frustrating thing of all. You'd think that might be comforting, but it's not. WHERE ARE THEY?! So, I looked until about 12:30 a.m. and decided I'd just look for them tomorrow--"after all, tomorrow is another day". Well, I couldn't look for them this morning because the Gospel Choir had two performances at two different churches--one in Lone Jack and one in Odessa and we had to get an early start. I'm really thankful that I had that going on this morning because it did take my mind off of the keys and my thoughts of how silly I felt about losing them.
So, I get home about 1:30 and start my new search for the keys. I look in every drawer in the kitchen, office and bedroom. I take every cushion off of all sofas, loveseats and chairs. I strip the bed of all linens and raise the mattress. I search under every stick of furniture. I went through the trash with rubber gloves on--TWICE!! I went through every pocket of all my jeans--I only wore one pair on Friday!! I looked through all of the dirty clothes and clothes in laundry baskets. I searched the diaper bag. I looked behind drapes, in the pantry, in plants, the bird cage, the fireplace, the closets and of course, the car. Everywhere in the car. They're no where to be found and now I'm crying. I am literally laying on the floor under the desk in the office crying like a baby. Here's where it gets good--scratch tha, this is where it gets bad! Angela calls to see what I'm doing. Well, I'm crying. She starts asking me if I've looked here, or there or wherever and I tell her yes--TWICE!! But she can't hear me--the desk phone has a bad connection--it has had for some time now. I hear Angela saying, "You might be talking Mom, but I can't hear you". This is very frustrating because I was already upset and I wanted to tell someone about it. She's still talking, but she can't hear me. I get so mad, that I actually try to pull the phone out of the wall. I can't do it. I knew it would feel good if I did, but I couldn't. I had to actually crawl under the desk (again) and disconnect the line from the power strip. Now I take this "good for nothing" phone out in the garage and I raise it over my head and throw it as hard as I can on the floor. Nothing. Not even a little chip. This really makes me mad. I pick it up and take it out in the drive way and I threw that thing harder than I ever thought I could throw anything. Success!! It shattered exactly as I had imagined. Ahhh....this felt good.
I leave the buttons, wires and receiver all laying out there and I came back in the house feeling much more in control of my life. I pick up the cordless phone to call Angela back. Nothing. Dead. No dial tone. "Oh it's crying time again...."
Why do we have days like this? What lesson am I suppose to be learning. Patience? Tolerance? Anger management? Just let me find my keys and I'll be fine...duh!
On a lighter note, Angela comes over and we decide to meet up with Ashli and the twins at Chilis and have a drink--a margarita of course. We had a nice meal, the twins were in rare form and I fogot about the keys for a while. And to top off this bizzaro day, Payton pees in the bushes in front of the restaurant. Yep...me and the girls are standing there talking and getting ready to get in our respective cars to leave when a lady comes up and says, "That little boy has his pants down". All three of us turn around, and there he stands, facing the restaurant, peeing on a bush--totally unaware of the people on the other side of the window trying to enjoy their meal.
Keys? Who needs keys? Laughter, that's what we need more of. ; )
Okay, so last night I was ready to go out and couldn't find my car keys. No big deal--I've got a spare set, I'll look for them "later". Later came at about 11:00 last night. I couldn't go to bed without looking for them--it was really bothering me. I remember exactly when I had had them last and what I was doing. It was Friday afternoon, around 1:00. I had just picked the twins up from their Halloween party at KK's (the baby sitter) and had taken them to trick or treat at "Mom's work". Because they were in their dinosaur costumes, I decided to take them through the McDonald's drive thru afterwards rather than going inside to avoid all the ooing and ahhing that I knew would occur if I took them in. When I get home and pull into the garage, the chaos begins. Both dinosaurs want their "Happy Meals" now! I spill the drinks in the floorboard and the music's too loud. Why is the music always too loud? I get the little "critters" out of their carseats, bring them in the house, strip off the most adorable costumes I've ever seen, set them up at the table and proceed to carry in all the "stuff". My kitchen countertop has disappeared--along with my keys I guess.
Knowing that they have to be here is the most frustrating thing of all. You'd think that might be comforting, but it's not. WHERE ARE THEY?! So, I looked until about 12:30 a.m. and decided I'd just look for them tomorrow--"after all, tomorrow is another day". Well, I couldn't look for them this morning because the Gospel Choir had two performances at two different churches--one in Lone Jack and one in Odessa and we had to get an early start. I'm really thankful that I had that going on this morning because it did take my mind off of the keys and my thoughts of how silly I felt about losing them.
So, I get home about 1:30 and start my new search for the keys. I look in every drawer in the kitchen, office and bedroom. I take every cushion off of all sofas, loveseats and chairs. I strip the bed of all linens and raise the mattress. I search under every stick of furniture. I went through the trash with rubber gloves on--TWICE!! I went through every pocket of all my jeans--I only wore one pair on Friday!! I looked through all of the dirty clothes and clothes in laundry baskets. I searched the diaper bag. I looked behind drapes, in the pantry, in plants, the bird cage, the fireplace, the closets and of course, the car. Everywhere in the car. They're no where to be found and now I'm crying. I am literally laying on the floor under the desk in the office crying like a baby. Here's where it gets good--scratch tha, this is where it gets bad! Angela calls to see what I'm doing. Well, I'm crying. She starts asking me if I've looked here, or there or wherever and I tell her yes--TWICE!! But she can't hear me--the desk phone has a bad connection--it has had for some time now. I hear Angela saying, "You might be talking Mom, but I can't hear you". This is very frustrating because I was already upset and I wanted to tell someone about it. She's still talking, but she can't hear me. I get so mad, that I actually try to pull the phone out of the wall. I can't do it. I knew it would feel good if I did, but I couldn't. I had to actually crawl under the desk (again) and disconnect the line from the power strip. Now I take this "good for nothing" phone out in the garage and I raise it over my head and throw it as hard as I can on the floor. Nothing. Not even a little chip. This really makes me mad. I pick it up and take it out in the drive way and I threw that thing harder than I ever thought I could throw anything. Success!! It shattered exactly as I had imagined. Ahhh....this felt good.
I leave the buttons, wires and receiver all laying out there and I came back in the house feeling much more in control of my life. I pick up the cordless phone to call Angela back. Nothing. Dead. No dial tone. "Oh it's crying time again...."
Why do we have days like this? What lesson am I suppose to be learning. Patience? Tolerance? Anger management? Just let me find my keys and I'll be fine...duh!
On a lighter note, Angela comes over and we decide to meet up with Ashli and the twins at Chilis and have a drink--a margarita of course. We had a nice meal, the twins were in rare form and I fogot about the keys for a while. And to top off this bizzaro day, Payton pees in the bushes in front of the restaurant. Yep...me and the girls are standing there talking and getting ready to get in our respective cars to leave when a lady comes up and says, "That little boy has his pants down". All three of us turn around, and there he stands, facing the restaurant, peeing on a bush--totally unaware of the people on the other side of the window trying to enjoy their meal.
Keys? Who needs keys? Laughter, that's what we need more of. ; )
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