I think I need a vacation...
My life is nothing but crazy. I mean that. There is no exaggeration. Let me explain.
My usual day goes like this... Get up earlier than I want, but later than I should, so I have to rush to shower. Go in to wake Kyle up, and that always takes a good 5 minutes. Take him into my room to get dressed... he falls back to sleep before even starting to get dressed. Say "Kyle, it's time to get up and get dressed." 3248 times. Finally help him get dressed. Take Kay to work on the way to dropping off Kyle. Leave Kyle and head to work. Work all day, then leave and go to get Kyle. Go home, walk in the door and have to sit down for dinner. After dinner, fight with older children about who's turn it is to do the dishes, who left what in the living room that doesn't belong there, and listen to whining from Kyle about why he can't go to the neighbor's/play with the dog on the couch/blare mndWRX for all the neighbors to hear (not that I have a problem with it, but some might disagree with letting your 6 year old listen to that... However, I suppose if it weren't for the fact that my brother does play lead guitar, and the lead singer is sort of adopted into my family, it would be different.) After the fighting, and whining, there is bathing and reading. Get the boy in bed, do a load of laundry, (I swear those clothes were just washed! How could they be dirty already?!) look at the mail that came, throw away the 27 creditcard/mortgage/car loan offers, put the bills in the (too large) stack. Put the laundry in the dryer, pick up my current book, and settle in bed to read some. I get 2 pages in, and hubby says he's ready to turn off the light. What?! It can't be that late... what do you mean it's 11:15? Can't be. Sigh... so goes another lovely day...
It's a good thing I'm headed away this weekend... I'm going to Traci's. We are dropping off Kay to work with Traci. I'm gonna milk a cow. We're going to go the scary redneck auction. We're going to visit Cooperstown Fun Park. It's going to be fun. I only have a few more crazy days to go... The mini vacation will start here... after the game we are headed to Allentown, then in the morning onward to Traci's!
I will come home with one less child. I wonder if she'd be willing to keep them all... Maybe a trade... Oh, I know... I'll take her son, she can take both my girls. What? It would be fun, don't ya think? Fine. I'll bring them home.
Oh... and as an added bonus, at the ball game, Kyle will get to escort one of the players out onto the field before the game. You know there will pictures. I'll be the proud mom.
My usual day goes like this... Get up earlier than I want, but later than I should, so I have to rush to shower. Go in to wake Kyle up, and that always takes a good 5 minutes. Take him into my room to get dressed... he falls back to sleep before even starting to get dressed. Say "Kyle, it's time to get up and get dressed." 3248 times. Finally help him get dressed. Take Kay to work on the way to dropping off Kyle. Leave Kyle and head to work. Work all day, then leave and go to get Kyle. Go home, walk in the door and have to sit down for dinner. After dinner, fight with older children about who's turn it is to do the dishes, who left what in the living room that doesn't belong there, and listen to whining from Kyle about why he can't go to the neighbor's/play with the dog on the couch/blare mndWRX for all the neighbors to hear (not that I have a problem with it, but some might disagree with letting your 6 year old listen to that... However, I suppose if it weren't for the fact that my brother does play lead guitar, and the lead singer is sort of adopted into my family, it would be different.) After the fighting, and whining, there is bathing and reading. Get the boy in bed, do a load of laundry, (I swear those clothes were just washed! How could they be dirty already?!) look at the mail that came, throw away the 27 creditcard/mortgage/car loan offers, put the bills in the (too large) stack. Put the laundry in the dryer, pick up my current book, and settle in bed to read some. I get 2 pages in, and hubby says he's ready to turn off the light. What?! It can't be that late... what do you mean it's 11:15? Can't be. Sigh... so goes another lovely day...
It's a good thing I'm headed away this weekend... I'm going to Traci's. We are dropping off Kay to work with Traci. I'm gonna milk a cow. We're going to go the scary redneck auction. We're going to visit Cooperstown Fun Park. It's going to be fun. I only have a few more crazy days to go... The mini vacation will start here... after the game we are headed to Allentown, then in the morning onward to Traci's!
I will come home with one less child. I wonder if she'd be willing to keep them all... Maybe a trade... Oh, I know... I'll take her son, she can take both my girls. What? It would be fun, don't ya think? Fine. I'll bring them home.
Oh... and as an added bonus, at the ball game, Kyle will get to escort one of the players out onto the field before the game. You know there will pictures. I'll be the proud mom.
babbled by Karen @ 7:25 PM
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At 12:26 PM, July 20, 2006,
Queen Bee said…
I'm jealous, I know you're going to have a great weekend. I'm not jealous about milking a cow, I've milked a goat and have no desire to compare the two.
At 2:46 PM, July 20, 2006,
The Cluck Wagon said…
I can't wait!!! Do I need to buy anything besides rum??? ;)
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