A Day in the Life

Thought you'd like to know what a typical day in our household looks like..

Tuesday was the messes on the floor day. I will start out by saying a HUGE thanks to my friends Gwen and Andrea who made us supper! My ankle/calf had been doing so well all weekend and then my tendinitis acted up Monday night (apparently I overdid it). So Gwen gave me strict instructions to take it easy on Tuesday, and they we're making supper. And mmmmmm yum it was! So I did even manage to take 2 naps (my ankle/calf really seems to like those!) on Tuesday, lest you think I have it hard, really...I'm a primadonna. Bring on the bon bons, I'm game.

The first mess was Jaden's. We have a new to us fridge in our house that I'm not fond of, but it will do. It has water in the door, which is great, especially for the little ones, so they don't always need me to get a drink. However the ice portion of it leaves something to be desired. Unbeknown to Jaden, someone had changed the setting to "shaved ice" instead of water.

I look over to see Jaden, very confused as to why he is getting hit in the head with flying pieces of ice! On him, around him, behind him. I shout (loudly tell?) at him to stop pushing the button, but he just doesn't get where this stuff is coming from as he is only trying to get a drink. By the time I hobble on over to pull his little hands off, there's quite a bit of ice on the floor. So we (Gabe and I) sweep it up and have a laugh.

The second mess was Gabe's. Because of my surgery my wonderful hubby got groceries this past weekend. Again, unbeknown to him, as in Brandy, I had thrown away the mangled honey bear when it was empty (our kiddos have a thing for pb and honey sandwiches). So, he, trying to follow his wife's lead and sometimes...somewhat...be economical, bought the bigger bottle thinking we would fill the bear which he didn't know had long since been thrown in the trash. It has a twist top a bit bigger than a milk jug opening. So the kids have been using a spoon which, while is a littler messier, works (gotta get another bear). Well, one of the times I was icing my foot, Gabe decided to make a sandwich, which he first ok'd with me. I came in the kitchen just in time to see him clumsily, not quite knowing what to do, holding the honey sandwich with honey and water dripping all over the floor. Ack! Gabe, put it down buddy! Apparently he had tried pouring the honey out of the jar and onto his sandwich. Which...uhm...didn't work out so well. Think honey volcano? Then he moved the dripping honey sandwich over to the other counter to wash his hands. Then he apparently decided drying his hands was optional. Hence the dripping water. So ok, we had a start on washing the honey floor. Honey on the counters, honey dripping down the counters, and my personal favorite, honey on the floor (still have the occasional little st-i-cky stick, when I walk through there, even though I've washed it down three times. Really need to get the scrub brush out).

Then the toilet plugged and I couldn't get it with the plunger. I am, you know, the resident plumber in the house. A job I very much relish (gag) and enjoy (double gag). Thanks to my hubby's incredible gag reflex that would require me to not only unplug the toilet but quite possibly clean up vomit as well. It wasn't too gross until someone removed the plunger from the toilet (don't you get what that means?!?) and had a good ole poop in it and wondered why it wouldn't flush. Let's just say I finally (gag) got it unstuck today. Praise the Lord. The last time I couldn't get one the REAL plumber charged me $90 for 10 minutes of his time.

Later in the day Tuesday, I realize that Svanna and Sierra had swimming and school pictures on the same day on Wednesday?!? Thankfully, pictures first, swimming PE class later. But it's quite important for Svanna's hair to be in braids for swimming. It's beautiful, but somewhat fragile and chlorine is not it's friend. I, who often don't put 2 and 2 together, was going to have her wear her hair down for pictures. Uh huh. Nope. Won't work. So began the 2 and a half hour process of braiding her hair with a few beads, too, just for fun.

Jaden and Summer picked up the ouchless hair bands (the tiny elastics) and accidently dumped them all over the floor. Me with my hands full of hair just sighed and told them to pick them up.

Then (by this point in the day really I just had to laugh) Svanna picked up the bag of beads from the wrong end. Yep. Beads all over the floor. What to do? Just laugh! Svanna can't move much, except of course for her mom yanking her head around. So I again ask Jaden and Summer to do it. Turns out Jaden likes picking up beads, putting them back in the bag, and then dumping them on the floor again. Summer, however, was not impressed with this game of his, and frankly, after I told him not to do it again and he did, neither was I. So he got to sit on the couch for a while.

I really thought Brandy would take care of getting the other kiddos to bed, since I had my hands knee deep in hair. But a couple unexpected phone calls for him and everyone was getting into bed late. And you know what kids do...they get a second burst of energy about 9 pm and run like wild and crazy monkeys through the house. All this while I'm sitting in the sun room, leg propped up, hands full of hair, trying not to yell (windows open) and alert the neighbors to the craziness that is our lives (oh, whatever. They already know that by looking out the window. I just want them to think I'm a calm and collected mom who never yells, right?!?). Finally Brandy gets a break in one of his phone calls to come up from the basement and do the uhm...nice yelling?...for me as their running like crazy had actually knocked something off a shelf downstairs.

Ahh...finally, about 9:30, hair is done, everyone is tucked in bed. Whew. I pluck my feet through the sticky kitchen thinking I really need to get to that (or maybe it will just walk off?) in order to get a drink of water (and stuff myself with a more than a few bon bons) and hobble off to bed myself. Ahhhh...

A day in the life.