Faery-Wings
November 20th, 2001, 09:29 AM
6am: Wake up time- v. tired, what else is new? Have to get out of bed, have
a busy day with food shopping, SIL coming for lunch, kids portraits.
7am: Showered, dressed and getting coffee. Check emails and news
7:30am: Begin waking kids, getting b-fast and school bags ready.
7:45: Still trying to get kids up. Get them dressed in clothes they are
wearing for portrait with dire warning to keep them clean. Did not have time
to wash Cait's brand new jeans and they are a little big around the waist.
Add belt.
8:00am, Fold and put away laundry, wash all dishes in sink, empty dish
drain. Clear off island, wash table, pick up toys. Vacuum while brushing
teeth. Does anyone else have a perfect SIL whose house is *never* dirty?
8:45am. Get kids in car, drive to bus stop. Warn kids again about staying
clean. Cait's pants fall down to her ankles, must tighten belt.
9:05: Scott is on bus, I drive off to Shop Rite, I get a good space and
non-wobbling cart. Things must be looking up. Cait is even behaving in
the cart today!
9:40: In frozen food aisle. Pick up bag of frozen corn. A few dribble out
the side, so I put it back in the freezer and kick corn on floor to corner
so no one slips. Decide peas and carrots would be better, pick up bag of
those... Peas and carrots flying every where. Go to find someone to announce
"Clean up in aisle 14."
10:20 Pull in driveway, SIL not here yet, whew. Get 2 bags from car, Cait
refuses to leave car, run to door, go to kitchen put bags down. Look down,
what is that on the floor!? A 3 foot pile of liquid cat throw up. Get some
paper towels, relize I had stepped in throw up, clean shoe, then floor. Go
to get Cait and more bags, while outside phone rings- it is Gary asking how
my day is going, ha ha! Get in rest of bags, clean up more throw up.
10:33: SIL comes. Play a bit, have lunch, get Scott from bus, drive to
Walmart. Ok the worst is over.
12:50pm: I hear SIL say to Cait, don't do that, and Scott yells Yuck! I ask
Cait what she did, she says I put pretzels up my nose. I say, You didn't!
Scott and SIL confirm that she did. SIL and I coach Cait into trying to pull
pretzel out of nose, no luck. I turn around, half of her face is now cover
in blood. I look for a place to pull over while thinking, we are 5 minutes
from Walmart's portait studio. Do I turn around and go to dr or take
pictures while pretzel still in nose?
12:53pm: Remove pretzel from nose, clean up blood. Continue to Walmart.
1:15. Pictures done very nicely. KIds ask for a cookie. I tell them on the
way out, if they listen. Kids hide under clothing racks, run in aisle, try
to pull Sweet Potato Mountain down. I say no cookie. Screams from Cait. For
a half hour. I apologize to people in line. They are moms and understand.
NIce woman in front of me lets me go first. Can't say I blame her.
3pm: Back home, Cait goes down for nap. Begin baking corn muffins for
tomorrow's Native American Math Fair at Scott's school.
4pm: Begin dinner, begin fielding phone calls from telemarketers. "No, I do
not want a new credit card- I am *unemployed!*
5pm: Gary tells me he will be late, traffic. I tell him to bring me home a
big bottle of wine. Having a bad day.
6pm: Gary walks in, carring a Big bottle of wine, good thing because I am
scrubbing the rug where Scott just threw up on.
6:45 Sit down for dinner, have three glasses of wine.
8pm: Sit on sofa, laughing at The Hook Lady on Boston Public.
8:30pm; Put kids to bed, jump hubby, go to sleep.
a busy day with food shopping, SIL coming for lunch, kids portraits.
7am: Showered, dressed and getting coffee. Check emails and news
7:30am: Begin waking kids, getting b-fast and school bags ready.
7:45: Still trying to get kids up. Get them dressed in clothes they are
wearing for portrait with dire warning to keep them clean. Did not have time
to wash Cait's brand new jeans and they are a little big around the waist.
Add belt.
8:00am, Fold and put away laundry, wash all dishes in sink, empty dish
drain. Clear off island, wash table, pick up toys. Vacuum while brushing
teeth. Does anyone else have a perfect SIL whose house is *never* dirty?
8:45am. Get kids in car, drive to bus stop. Warn kids again about staying
clean. Cait's pants fall down to her ankles, must tighten belt.
9:05: Scott is on bus, I drive off to Shop Rite, I get a good space and
non-wobbling cart. Things must be looking up. Cait is even behaving in
the cart today!
9:40: In frozen food aisle. Pick up bag of frozen corn. A few dribble out
the side, so I put it back in the freezer and kick corn on floor to corner
so no one slips. Decide peas and carrots would be better, pick up bag of
those... Peas and carrots flying every where. Go to find someone to announce
"Clean up in aisle 14."
10:20 Pull in driveway, SIL not here yet, whew. Get 2 bags from car, Cait
refuses to leave car, run to door, go to kitchen put bags down. Look down,
what is that on the floor!? A 3 foot pile of liquid cat throw up. Get some
paper towels, relize I had stepped in throw up, clean shoe, then floor. Go
to get Cait and more bags, while outside phone rings- it is Gary asking how
my day is going, ha ha! Get in rest of bags, clean up more throw up.
10:33: SIL comes. Play a bit, have lunch, get Scott from bus, drive to
Walmart. Ok the worst is over.
12:50pm: I hear SIL say to Cait, don't do that, and Scott yells Yuck! I ask
Cait what she did, she says I put pretzels up my nose. I say, You didn't!
Scott and SIL confirm that she did. SIL and I coach Cait into trying to pull
pretzel out of nose, no luck. I turn around, half of her face is now cover
in blood. I look for a place to pull over while thinking, we are 5 minutes
from Walmart's portait studio. Do I turn around and go to dr or take
pictures while pretzel still in nose?
12:53pm: Remove pretzel from nose, clean up blood. Continue to Walmart.
1:15. Pictures done very nicely. KIds ask for a cookie. I tell them on the
way out, if they listen. Kids hide under clothing racks, run in aisle, try
to pull Sweet Potato Mountain down. I say no cookie. Screams from Cait. For
a half hour. I apologize to people in line. They are moms and understand.
NIce woman in front of me lets me go first. Can't say I blame her.
3pm: Back home, Cait goes down for nap. Begin baking corn muffins for
tomorrow's Native American Math Fair at Scott's school.
4pm: Begin dinner, begin fielding phone calls from telemarketers. "No, I do
not want a new credit card- I am *unemployed!*
5pm: Gary tells me he will be late, traffic. I tell him to bring me home a
big bottle of wine. Having a bad day.
6pm: Gary walks in, carring a Big bottle of wine, good thing because I am
scrubbing the rug where Scott just threw up on.
6:45 Sit down for dinner, have three glasses of wine.
8pm: Sit on sofa, laughing at The Hook Lady on Boston Public.
8:30pm; Put kids to bed, jump hubby, go to sleep.