FamilyTell me, have you ever found yourself standing in the hallway, eyes squeezed shut and shouting at the top of your lungs,
“Everyone!! Quiet! Mommy is going to pee all by herself this morning, so go away!!! And I don’t want to hear any pounding on this door!!!”
No? Well, I did. *sigh*
This morning (and keep in mind that it is only 7:38, people) has been an exercise in the surreal. I managed to sleep in until 7, but only by raising my head off the pillow at intervals to issue orders like “Stop jumping on Mommy!” and “Please get off me and go play!’ and “Hey—who wants to go jump on Daddy?” and “Elbows off the face!”
And then? When I dozed off again, I dreamed about shouting at my children.
I got up to discover that I am still cramping horribly, and that I have an inexplicable bruise on my thigh. Also? The guard rail on Daphne’s bed has been mangled beyond repair. Dylan had fallen off the end of the bed onto his nose… and come to think of it, that could explain the guardrail.
As I was scrambling a dozen eggs (Who has to do that? Who?), I alternately shook children off my legs and peeled them out of the candy drawer. I had egg shells on my feet, and the blood of two different humans on my jammies.
At one point, I actually leaned down, pulled a plunger-tipped arrow off of the cabinet door next to me, handed it to a child behind me, and went on stirring the eggs. A tic was forming under one eye.
And now? It’s quiet. I should relax, but it scares me, frankly, not to hear screaming. Think I’ll just go have a look…
UPDATE: They were each sitting in a chair in the living room, having a quiet debate about whether the current mess in the bathroom was poop, or just mud…
QOTDExcept for that silence thingy, and, um, a bit of the gossip whatsis… yes! Sign me way up.
FamilyThere are times when I don’t really want to know what’s going through my children’s heads… but sometimes I do.
For instance, I would love to know what the heck Daphne thinks she is accomplishing by standing in front of her fan, clutching her Po doll, with her nose one inch from the casing, hair blowing furiously like Olivia Newton John’s in Xanadu, shouting , “I’m not going! I’m not going! I’m not going! “
MemesI swiped this from Lee, who swiped it from Chris. Happy Friday!
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