Sometimes ........ everyone once in a while ... I wonder, how do they go from peppering me with questions 24-7 like I'm the encyclopedia Britannica ...... ( which I believe is now obsolete..) and then the minute I tell them a fact, or issue and order .... they question my very existence, and start talking down to me like I'm a teenager that just shoplifted.
Why is it that the mornings I'm hopping out of bed ..... ( ok I NEVER HOP...but me chipper pre-10am, IS hopping ) I'm singing them out of bed, and they can't be woken even with the promise of ice cream for breakfast ...( no, we don't eat ice cream for breakfast..) I am ready to make Pancakes and muffins and bacon, and they can't even make it to the table in time to eat a bite of anything, not that they are hungry anyway. Then the days I'm barely alive and kicking, they are up, out of bed, in outfits that don't match and are inside out, inside down and backwards. Not to mention very weather inappropriate, and these are the ONLY clothes they can be convinced to wear. And they are HUNGRY, and I have nothing but oatmeal, and only enough to make a normal kid sized serving. These are the mornings we have that one sheet of homework left, that's due that day. These are the days that Sam's hair will have toothpaste in it .... from LAST NIGHT. Grant will cut his leg while putting the dog out on the run ...and I will be out of coffee.
Why do they want nothing but bikes and baseball when it's pouring rain and cold, but then when it's 80 and sunny and perfect, they want TV and DS.
Why is it that when my floor is clean, dishes done, house vacuumed, and no where to go, I can't focus on a single thing to do .... besides laundry. I think it's gonna take a while to get myself out of ..... the "baby years" mode of house-working, maybe i should get some coffee and think about a solution for that ... hmm .... yeah.
Why is it that the mornings I'm hopping out of bed ..... ( ok I NEVER HOP...but me chipper pre-10am, IS hopping ) I'm singing them out of bed, and they can't be woken even with the promise of ice cream for breakfast ...( no, we don't eat ice cream for breakfast..) I am ready to make Pancakes and muffins and bacon, and they can't even make it to the table in time to eat a bite of anything, not that they are hungry anyway. Then the days I'm barely alive and kicking, they are up, out of bed, in outfits that don't match and are inside out, inside down and backwards. Not to mention very weather inappropriate, and these are the ONLY clothes they can be convinced to wear. And they are HUNGRY, and I have nothing but oatmeal, and only enough to make a normal kid sized serving. These are the mornings we have that one sheet of homework left, that's due that day. These are the days that Sam's hair will have toothpaste in it .... from LAST NIGHT. Grant will cut his leg while putting the dog out on the run ...and I will be out of coffee.
Why do they want nothing but bikes and baseball when it's pouring rain and cold, but then when it's 80 and sunny and perfect, they want TV and DS.
Why is it that when my floor is clean, dishes done, house vacuumed, and no where to go, I can't focus on a single thing to do .... besides laundry. I think it's gonna take a while to get myself out of ..... the "baby years" mode of house-working, maybe i should get some coffee and think about a solution for that ... hmm .... yeah.
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