Monday, February 05, 2007

In Recovery

So on Friday at 11ish our friends out in Puyallup gave us a call and invited us to meet them at the Pacific Science Center. As we got ready to go, my mom called and asked if she could visit this weekend. It has been, oh, way too damn long, since she visited. Like, the house was in its original layout I think.

The house was embarrassingly dirty, the washing machine hoses were still frozen...and the kids knew we were going to the Science Center, leaving in 5 minutes. To see Grossology. Oh, no, we weren't going to put off that trip. So we left the dirty house in the dust, and went to have fun.

And then we came home, shoved food in our mouths, combed hair, and left to see Swan Lake with the Pacific Northwest Ballet. Which I wasn't exactly looking forward to after the last ballet I'd seen...but it was great.

Home at midnight. Um, no, not doing the dishes and vaccuuming.

Mom came in at 5:30am, which means I woke up at 4:30am. In the morning. Ouuuuch. I am SUCH a BABY about the lack of sleep thing. Whine, whine, whine. Shoved dishes around, wiped down counters, shoved toys aside with the vaccuum cleaner in an attempt to eradicate some of the crumb-age off the floors. Not clean but not as embarrassing.

Picked up my mom. Came home to still-sleeping kids (yay!). Mom bribes them individually as they wake up, with Pez candy and neat new toys - little bathtub things with propellers, they bump and redirect. Toys bumping around in the sink, kids happy.

Left for P's birthday party. Dropped off transmission-fluid-leaking car on the way, picked up cheese and crackers, got there only slightly late (first guests). Ate too much. Kids had too much fun. We did manage to get some evidence of that...

Toddler Mischief:

Boy Fun:


Gratuitious Toddlerness Photo:

Left on time, went to MIL's. More food. Pies instead of cake. She had these...interesting...candles that are connected by a strip of paper that encircles the wicks. You are supposed to light one end of the paper, and all the candles get lit. The results were a little more...dramatic...than we expected:

Think she was up to something or what?

MIL brings up a computer problem at the last second which was way more involved than it should have been. We didn't leave until 10ish. Ouch.

Spent Sunday morning recovering. Dropped mom off on the way to a mamas-fondue-night. Home by 8 but damn, the kids did NOT want to go to sleep and I, well, did.

Enormous, pounding headache this morning. Out of good coffee. Fished some crap-ass ancient stuff that doesn't even smell like coffee out of the cupboard. Not working. Ugh....

The children can smell weakness. I know that they can. This is why, on days when I am spaced out and foggy, they start bickering over stupid things and doing things that aren't strictly allowed. Like making tiger stripes on the couch cover (white) with some "neat" new crayola "Slick Sticks" that, oddly enough, do not state "washable" anywhere on them. Fuck.

1 comment:

~L~ said...

This post made me howl with laughter!

Toddlers in closet-- OMG great shots, but the Becca terror face even BETTER!

I am sorry you're out of coffee and carless. That just life being cruel to you!