Imagine

Imagine just for a moment you are me. It is a Saturday morning and you slowly open you tired, dreamy eyes to the blissful sound of silence. You yawn and stretch and cuddle close to Mr M. As you slowly awake to the light that is gradually crawling it's way into the room and up the walls, you hear the laughter of children just greeting the day.


SCRATCH THAT!!!!
Who are we kidding here?
6:35am: " I AM GOING TO TELL MOOO-OM!" Nice alarm....Jelous?
               Send one yelling fighting kid back to bed. Try resting for a while.
6;50am:  Knock , knock, " Mommmy, Mommy, Little Miss hit me."
               Send Little Miss to time out.
               No sense trying to rest now, I guess I could read.
 7:10am " I am hungry, I am hungry, what is for breakfast?"
               Enter several more children asking breakfast questions. Field all questions and open book again.
               Right?
7:25am   "Can I scratch your back? Can I do your hair?" " I was doing her hair , Mommy..... I was here
                first! wah wah...... No I was rubbing this foot ETC,"
                Seriously? Now we are fighting over me?
7:40am   Give up on my book. Kick the kids out and enjoy a moment of peace.
               No really, barely a moment.
8:00am  Breakfast of cold cereal and a fruit. What? how many fruits do you need kiddos?
              Try not to make a big deal over all the wasted fruit.
8:30am   Send Daddy out the door to work and start Saturday chores.
9:30am   C-Dog, " Hey can I teach the girls how to vacuum upstairs?
10:15am  No vacuuming has taken place, just a lot of fighting and learning how to wrap and unwrap
               the cord. Send two girls to their rooms and then allow one to continue Vacuum training.
               (one Vacuum belt ruined in process)

11:15am  Thought it may calm down for a minute. Handle several more squabbles. 

                Welcome a niece and nephew in for the day while their Daddy is painting 

                 the trim on our house again. (story for another day)    

11:45am   Feed entire crew lunch and escape to vacuum the basement and haul the huge beast up to do 

                 the main floor. Remember, broken vacuum belt. Don't know where the new ones

                 are. Dang memory failed me. 

12:30p:m   Send wee ones off to nap. Send everyone else to attempt quiet time activities with

                 cousins over. Drag two very grumpy girls upstairs to fold the billionth load  of Laundry.

1:00pm     Load all sorts of squeaky female beasts into my car and run to Home Depot. My boys have

                 destroyed their blinds and I can no longer handle the sight of them.

2:00pm     Escape the HD with no casualties and loaded with way to much money in treats.

2:15pm    Get the girls stampin at the kitchen table and I am off to more laundry. We are actually done with

                chores. I blissfully break up at least two arguments per chapter and give up on my book.

3:15pm      The nap crew starts hollerin to be set free. All but one that is. I find my Little Miss has been up

                 playing with a cell phone in her bed. A CELL PHONE? Who, what, where? I panic, oh wait,

                 there are no police at my door. No 911 calls, what am I worried about? No harm, no foul.

3:30pm      Realize the cell phone is an old one of ours some miscreant charged and was playing with.

                  Note to self, talk to culprit later about getting into things and get that shower! I have a last

                  minute date I barely found a sitter for. (yipee) No stinky date partners at this house.

4:00pm      Make bed with clean sheets and start dinner.

4:15pm      Enter Tankster from back yard. Mumbling and crying and so hard to understand. Finally...

                  Mystery solved Miss M made him eat, are you ready for it? DOG POOP!!!

                  Does this day of arguing kids and endless work get any better?

                  Domestic bliss at it's best.

Who cares what time it is? This is sick!! Haul Miss M in and she quickly lays blame. Haul those two in and find out through a long dinner making detective hour who was lying and who was telling the truth. It was UGLY. Dole out consequences and listen to the guilty Miss M cry her way into oblivion.I was so ready for that babysitter. I needed out of here! Getting out without one more mishap for the day was just not in the cards

6:15pm   "Bubba, Wild Thing.  quit running in the house and read your books, no really sit down." They sit.

              

 I make sure they are engrossed in a book I don't have makeup on yet. Head for my bathroom when I hear the crash and the scream. You know the one...... Wild thing has fallen into the end table while running in the house. He gave himself a huge lump on his head and knocked a hole in my wall with the end table.

Enter babysitter, Exit Mommy I have had ENOUGH!!!!!