No Warm Fuzzies Tonight

We had a great day! First, we went to the park and to the library. Then I took the girls to a friend's house and picked up one of Josh's friends to hang out here. Sophia even took a great nap. Then the clock struck 4:30...

I thought I'd quickly make a phone call to the insurance company to make sure my timing was right on 2 of the kids' well checks. Of course the computer on the other end of the phone wants me to speak my needs clearly into the receiver. I have a lot of background noise, so I usually hear "I'm sorry I didn't understand, can you repeat that?" Uh, no, I didn't say anything, it was the baby yelling at me because she wanted orange juice, not apple juice. So I keep pushing zero. Of course while I am waiting to hear if we will be covered, I am digging through last year's calendar trying to find what day we had our well check, while figuring out what I'll make for dinner, and starting the water to boil for the spaghetti that I know a couple of my kids don't like. We had to check the garage for skates for Hannah who was going skating for the first time tonight. The doorbell rang and it was Hannah's ride to the skating party. I noticed her hair was a mess, I forgot to brush it. The other mom was sweet and said, "It is windy anyway." I prayed that there were no more separated AC joints.

Then, Omar came home. YEA! We all love when Dad comes home! Very quickly, he really annoyed me, I mean endeared himself to me, while he and the boys started a loud and obnoxious play fight in the kitchen. I realized Sophia had found a pixie stick from Katie's backpack and had emptied it out in the entry way. This was prior to spilling a bowl of yogurt on the floor in the kitchen. Josh watched the little kids outside while I tried to get started on dishes. Josh came in to tell me that a cute bunny was in the yard.

Ahhh...

Sophia got hurt coming in the house. I got mad at Luke for a misunderstanding. Omar LEFT for a meeting!?!?! (He is saintly, and very rarely, almost never, does something that he might actually enjoy, so I tried to nicely say, "Have fun," but I don't think I was very convincing.)

Now, all I had to do was finish the kitchen, mop up the yogurt, vacuum up the pixie sugar, bathe a few kids, pray, read a few books, and kiss the kids goodnight.

These are the evenings when I wonder if it is too late to enter the convent? I am not saying that would be an easier life, but I think quieter.

Too Close For Comfort

I saw this in Consumer Reports. I found it to be really funny.

Click on the title of this post to see.

Great Genes

The kids were playing soccer with a 6 year old friend of ours. He is awesome at every sport we've ever seen him attempt. Josh asked him how long he had been playing soccer. I told Josh that he had never played before, but he was one of those kids with pure talent.

Josh said, "How come you and dad weren't born with any of that?"

Light as a Feather

Luke decided to walk home from the pool.

MOTY Award #1

MOTY stands for Mother of the Year. I am being sarcastic of course.

10 days ago Katie hurt her arm at the skating rink. For 10 days I have been watching her, and giving her Motrin, and knowing that it was taking a while to feel better, but sure that it was nothing. There was no swelling, no bruising and she could use it. This weekend it continued to bother her, especially after swimming, so I thought maybe I should have it looked at. Do ya think?

My daughter is so tough. She has an amazingly high threshold for pain. She has an AC joint separation. She needs to wear a sling for 3 weeks from the time of the injury, which was...10 days ago. She will need to wear it for 10 more days.

She sure is cute, even if her mom is a shlep.

No School Tomorrow!

The girls wanted to have a sleepover. Never mind that they have slept in the same room for 7 years, this alone does not count as a sleepover. They wanted board games, a movie, and lots of chatting time.

In little brother fashion, Luke saw this as a great opportunity to annoy his sisters.

Sophia just assummed she was included. She was not happy when she had to go to bed early. She held up three fingers and asked, "Five more minutes?"






I often wonder, why is happiness so loud?



Luke respecting his sisters' requests to leave them alone. Or is it him trying to sneak into their room through the bathroom?

Word Wise

Yesterday I took some of the kids to our neighborhood pool party. There was a DJ playing music, and we were having fun. One very questionable song came on, and Luke could tell that I wasn't pleased. He asked what was wrong with it. I told him that there were some inappropriate words.

He said oh, like "spiritual?"

Well, not exactly.