We'd spent the day out at the lake, all of the kids were exhausted (SG passed out 10 minutes into the hour long drive back to my friend E 's house), and we put them all to bed by about 7pm - I think. E, her husband Mr. D and I were all sitting in the living room gabbing, drinking and relaxing after having eaten dinner. And then the world blew up.
Well not really, but still. CW showed up upstairs (we three were sleeping in the playroom in the basement) clutching a paper good to her nose, asking me if I could come downstairs for a minute.
E: Are you okay, CW!?
Mr. D: Is your nose bleeding?!
Me: (after going over to her) What's the matter? Did your brother clock you again?
No, none of those things. She was having a complete meltdown. Why? I'd left her old bedtime music playing (she hasn't listened to it in almost a year now) and Queen's, "Who wants to live forever?" had come on. She'd started thinking about how cool it would be to live forever, all of the things she could do, see, places she could go...but she wouldn't get to see us, because we'd be dead and gone, and she'd started crying about how much she'd miss us, and then started thinking about my car (the explorer) and how IT was gone (had been picked up for donation on Tuesday), and she'd never seeeee it again! And she'd never *hiccup* ev-ver get to ride in it agaaaaiiiin! And she just w-wanted to r-ride i-in it o-one m-m-more tiiiiime!!!
OMG. Whoever thought that kids have to have a PET to experience loss and mourn is full of crap. Me being Bad Mom, ended up laughing while I was hugging her and talking her out of the meltdown, but thankfully she was fine with that. I asked her if she'd like to talk to Daddy, and not surprisingly, she did - but she wanted to stay in the basement. So I had Matt call the house line, and gave him a heads up about the situation.
Meanwhile, upstairs on the second floor, E was dealing with her own offspring issues. B, her youngest was coughing so badly she threw up all over E. This of course made E a little jumpy when she heard CW sobbing and hiccuping downstairs - she was worried that she was throwing up too.
I ended up relaying what had happened to Mr. D while we were standing in the kitchen, waiting for E to come back downstairs (we could hear B screaming) from dealing with B. He looked almost panicked when I finished and said, "This is what I have to look forward to. Great."
I of course cackled, "Times TWO!!" at him as he escaped out the garage door for a drink and a smoke...poor guy certainly needed them... :)
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
So, this morning I got up and took a shower. WHAT!? Yeah, I'm clean today. :)
This was after laying in bed for a bit listening to CW have a hissy fit in her shower because she apparently forgot how to turn on the hot water. She eventually called Matt upstairs to help her, and I hear bits and pieces, "You didn't have the hot water on." "Which one is the hot water?" "Seriously? It's that one, did you forget?!"
He comes into the bathroom while I'm in the shower and we're giggling about it, and the fact that he had to save the offspring last night when she was digging her heels in (wrongly) and waving folded laundry at me in irritation, claiming that she hadn't folded her brother's shirt, she'd folded HER yellow shirt. She and I were yelling at each other and Matt yells in from the other room, "CW stop arguing. Apologize to your mother and go get ready for bed!" THEN while she was upstairs, she apparently lost her crap AGAIN, and was stamping around being angry that Daddy had told her to get a load of her laundry together. She was acting like it was OUR responsibility to do it, and she was so put upon, being asked to get a load together. Oh the drama. With Jazz Hands. While we're talking about this, and snickering in resignation, she shows up at our bathroom door, soaking wet, dancing and yelling that she's going to be late and Daddy hasn't signed her homework agenda yet!!! Matt pointed out that she had 20 minutes yet, and that SHE needed to get moving, not him, and to go get dressed dammit! More dancing and yelling ensued - where in god's name was her laundry?! She didn't have any underwear or bras!! In the dryer, CW. Go get it.
She left, he closed the door and stage whispered, "Stop it my hormones, CW!!" I nearly drowned myself because I was in the middle of rinsing my nose out (still in the shower) and gargling.
I got finished with my shower, got out, dried off, and was greeted at the door by the whole family, grinning with excitement. SG's bouncing up and down - as was His Hair, It was so excited - CW's grinning around her toothbrush, and Matt's holding SG's potty, which is full of pee. We've taken to putting his potty in his room at bedtime, chamber pot style, since he still loves to take his diaper off in the morning and ends up peeing on the floor. Matt's been reminding him every night that if he needs to pee in the morning, he should use the potty. He finally did it, AND the diaper he'd slept in was dry. :) (Thankfully the floor was dry too.) So he started the day off with chocolate. :)
This was after laying in bed for a bit listening to CW have a hissy fit in her shower because she apparently forgot how to turn on the hot water. She eventually called Matt upstairs to help her, and I hear bits and pieces, "You didn't have the hot water on." "Which one is the hot water?" "Seriously? It's that one, did you forget?!"
He comes into the bathroom while I'm in the shower and we're giggling about it, and the fact that he had to save the offspring last night when she was digging her heels in (wrongly) and waving folded laundry at me in irritation, claiming that she hadn't folded her brother's shirt, she'd folded HER yellow shirt. She and I were yelling at each other and Matt yells in from the other room, "CW stop arguing. Apologize to your mother and go get ready for bed!" THEN while she was upstairs, she apparently lost her crap AGAIN, and was stamping around being angry that Daddy had told her to get a load of her laundry together. She was acting like it was OUR responsibility to do it, and she was so put upon, being asked to get a load together. Oh the drama. With Jazz Hands. While we're talking about this, and snickering in resignation, she shows up at our bathroom door, soaking wet, dancing and yelling that she's going to be late and Daddy hasn't signed her homework agenda yet!!! Matt pointed out that she had 20 minutes yet, and that SHE needed to get moving, not him, and to go get dressed dammit! More dancing and yelling ensued - where in god's name was her laundry?! She didn't have any underwear or bras!! In the dryer, CW. Go get it.
She left, he closed the door and stage whispered, "Stop it my hormones, CW!!" I nearly drowned myself because I was in the middle of rinsing my nose out (still in the shower) and gargling.
I got finished with my shower, got out, dried off, and was greeted at the door by the whole family, grinning with excitement. SG's bouncing up and down - as was His Hair, It was so excited - CW's grinning around her toothbrush, and Matt's holding SG's potty, which is full of pee. We've taken to putting his potty in his room at bedtime, chamber pot style, since he still loves to take his diaper off in the morning and ends up peeing on the floor. Matt's been reminding him every night that if he needs to pee in the morning, he should use the potty. He finally did it, AND the diaper he'd slept in was dry. :) (Thankfully the floor was dry too.) So he started the day off with chocolate. :)
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday we went to go see How To Train Your Dragon in 3-D (and let me say that that extra D did nothing but detract from the movie). Obviously, since I'm typing this, we survived SG's first in-theater movie. There were MAYBE 6 other people in the theater, thankfully, so when about halfway through, the novelty of a darkened theater got the better of him, he didn't disturb anybody sneaking around the theater. Matt chasing him was pretty funny though.
Speaking of Matt chasing him, I don't think I mentioned about LAST Friday. CW's teacher had emailed us inviting us to the end of quarter third grade awards assembly, because CW was getting an award in Science. She specifically told us that SG would be more than welcome, and to bring him - she and the class had heard so many stories about him, she really needed to meet him. *shakes head* In hindsight, I think it's possible that we were scheduled as the entertainment for this assembly. I was already in the building volunteering in the Book Room, so I walked down to the Assembly room, and met Matt and SG there. A couple of seconds later the kids came in and CW was all sorts of surprised, she'd had no idea about the award or that we were coming.
In his defense, SG was decently good for a few minutes (the whole assembly was maybe 30 minutes total). We were up in the back or the room, behind the kids, so he started by wandering back and forth, talking to the kids in the back row. When some kids were called up to receive their award certificates he started counting them, giggling ensued. Then when it became apparent that he was not going to come back and sit with us, and he was simply being a distraction, we decided that Matt would take him out of the room. Easier said than done. Matt ended up running across the back of the room, down the graduated steps that we were sitting on, and across the "stage" where the kids were standing with their award certificates, cracking up the entire room. Oops.
Later that afternoon, I was waiting outside of CW's classroom to take her home after dismissal. One of the other third-graders walked by me, looked at me, and stopped. "Your baby is FUNNY!" Yeah. Thanks kid. :)
This past Friday was interesting as well. He'd been REALLY happy and enthralled with Little Einsteins episodes I was pulling from the On Demand Freebie section. He didn't want to take a shower with me, so I gambled, and left him watching an episode, while I went upstairs. I came down after my shower, and he was 5 minutes into Alvin and the Chipmunk's: The Squeakquel. "Mommy! I watcha SQUEEEAK!!" It took me a few seconds of digging to confirm my suspicion that yes, it was a PAY movie, and he'd just spent $5 on it. Dammit. We need to figure out if we can make it so that a code has to be entered to but them...
And long live Freecycle! CW has been asking for a piano/keyboard for a few months now. I kept telling her that it was too expensive. Last Tuesday I noticed a Freecycle post offering a Casiotone 701 keyboard! We managed to snag it and it's up in CW's room now. She loves it! So does SG, for that matter. It's really old and has a minor buzz, so she can't turn it up too loud...damn. :)
Speaking of Matt chasing him, I don't think I mentioned about LAST Friday. CW's teacher had emailed us inviting us to the end of quarter third grade awards assembly, because CW was getting an award in Science. She specifically told us that SG would be more than welcome, and to bring him - she and the class had heard so many stories about him, she really needed to meet him. *shakes head* In hindsight, I think it's possible that we were scheduled as the entertainment for this assembly. I was already in the building volunteering in the Book Room, so I walked down to the Assembly room, and met Matt and SG there. A couple of seconds later the kids came in and CW was all sorts of surprised, she'd had no idea about the award or that we were coming.
In his defense, SG was decently good for a few minutes (the whole assembly was maybe 30 minutes total). We were up in the back or the room, behind the kids, so he started by wandering back and forth, talking to the kids in the back row. When some kids were called up to receive their award certificates he started counting them, giggling ensued. Then when it became apparent that he was not going to come back and sit with us, and he was simply being a distraction, we decided that Matt would take him out of the room. Easier said than done. Matt ended up running across the back of the room, down the graduated steps that we were sitting on, and across the "stage" where the kids were standing with their award certificates, cracking up the entire room. Oops.
Later that afternoon, I was waiting outside of CW's classroom to take her home after dismissal. One of the other third-graders walked by me, looked at me, and stopped. "Your baby is FUNNY!" Yeah. Thanks kid. :)
This past Friday was interesting as well. He'd been REALLY happy and enthralled with Little Einsteins episodes I was pulling from the On Demand Freebie section. He didn't want to take a shower with me, so I gambled, and left him watching an episode, while I went upstairs. I came down after my shower, and he was 5 minutes into Alvin and the Chipmunk's: The Squeakquel. "Mommy! I watcha SQUEEEAK!!" It took me a few seconds of digging to confirm my suspicion that yes, it was a PAY movie, and he'd just spent $5 on it. Dammit. We need to figure out if we can make it so that a code has to be entered to but them...
And long live Freecycle! CW has been asking for a piano/keyboard for a few months now. I kept telling her that it was too expensive. Last Tuesday I noticed a Freecycle post offering a Casiotone 701 keyboard! We managed to snag it and it's up in CW's room now. She loves it! So does SG, for that matter. It's really old and has a minor buzz, so she can't turn it up too loud...damn. :)
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