Rusty sandwiches and Sirens

Kids are like cats. You can holler and scream, bang pots and pans,
but until you open a candy bar they will ignore you.

Last night we had the perfect opportunity to have a fire drill. Around one AM BR called, he was through for the night at work and wanted to know if there was any spaghetti left. I told him I would make him some more bread and noodles.I got it all set up and ready to cook and waited for him to come home.

When he got here I started it all and when the bread was done I put it on broil for a few minutes. He likes the inside kinda crusty. Well then I got to making some more koolaide and he started talking. I turned around to answer him and ran the dang thing over..
Oh well, watered down koolaide is better than water.. While he was laughing at me about this I started doing something else and then we smelt bread...
OH NO, I had forgotten it. I opened up the oven and it was a tad bit overbrowned. ( I don’t burn stuff, I overbrown it) I took it out and told him I was sorry, I would make another loaf.
About that time the smoke alarms went off..
These suckers are LOUD! I ran over to the one between the kitchen and living room and stared at it. Like that would make it stop. But all I can think is "turn them off BEFORE they wake the kids!" I was trying to find something to stand on so I could hit the button, but I am short, and even on a chair I cant reach the ceiling. I got the broom and started hitting at the button. I look over, BR is making his plate, like nothing is wrong.

He see's me running from smoke detector to smoke detector hitting them trying to turn them off. I don’t know if I was turning them off or not, It was just blaring. The most God Awful racket. I opened the front door. Turned on the fan. Still trying to hit the button with the broom. All the while BR is getting his plate. Then all of a sudden there is silence.I breathe a sigh of relief and head back to the kitchen with the broom.
BR is coming out of the laundry room and says "see how easy that was?"

Apparently you can turn off the breaker and they stop screeching at you like banshees.

I run and check on the kids.

They are not cowering in the corner, they are not jumping up and making sure they can open the window to get out. They aren’t even conscious. All 3 are sleeping like the little angels all moms dream about and I didn’t get.
ALSEEP
Even Bow, lying on the couch, not 3 feet from one of the blaring sirens has moved.
Even though I was running around trying to keep the alarms silent so I didn’t have to deal with 4 cranky kids at 1:30 in the morning I am kinda upset.
I mean its not like these kids have not been involved in a house fire before. I do know that I can never rely on them to save me though!
No drinking myself into oblivion. That’s for sure!

Of course if I had opened a piece of candy I would have had all 3 beside me in 3 shakes of a lamb’s tail wanting their piece.


We had a fun morning too. I woke up at 6:20. I ran in to get the kids up.

There are some mornings that they are dressed in less than 5 minutes and sit here and argue for 25. This was not one of those mornings. and Brett got mad cause his sneakers were still wet.

I had washed them last night cause he got 3-week-old shoes full of mud. I told him last night they wouldn’t be ready for this morning and to find his boots. Well this morning we had a major melt down cause I was making him wear the boots. He was gona be embarrassed, he was gona get in trouble in PE ( I offered to write him a note.. heck I begged for notes at his age!) , He was gona look stupid.

Now I don’t understand this. He BEGGED me for these boots. Matt always gets a pair of boots for school. He wears them daily and refuses to wear sneakers. I had to buy him Chukkas for PE.Well Brett decided a few years ago he didn’t like boots and refused to wear them ever again. Then right before school clothes time he asked his dad why I wouldn’t buy him boots. BR told him that if he wanted them he could sure have them. I explained to BR, just like I had already explained to Brett, if he wants them I will buy them. BUT I will NOT buy an 80.00 pair of boots that never get worn. ( I know that’s alot of money. But Matt still has last year’s boots, he has worn them every day for over ayear and they are held together with duck tape, but he loves them. so its worth it to get a good pair, where as Brett goes through at least 3 pair of sneakers a year. If not more.)

Brett assured me he would wear them. SO I relented. I took him to buy some and he looked, and looked, and looked. 2 hours later he picked out the first pair he had tried on and wanted those. Now it’s a fight to make him wear them. He pulls the 'embarrassed card' Of course with Matt, it’s a fight to make him wear something else.
He can’t do PE in boots. Although when they are outside I don’t know why. This kid runs better in cowboy boots than most folks do in Nike's.

Anyway, I went and got his tennis shoes, told him to keep them in his bag and NOT put them in the dryer at day care. ( I can just see him and his grandmother doing this...) He could wear them for PE and then take them off cause they will still be wet. I guarantee he DIDNT take them off. and I am betting he put them on ON the way to daycare.

My MIL only had to wait for about 5 minutes for them to get out the door.
And I think they got their clothes on and teeth brushed.

Since Bow was awake we just stayed up.

OH and Rayley slept in her room all night! BR said she did get up one time while he was watching TV about 2:30 and got in his lap for about 20 minutes, then he sent her back and she went right back in there.

Of course she woke up this morning looking for Santa gifts. I tried to explain, and finally told her that if she slept in her room for a week strait I would get a little toy. I know bribery is not the answer, but I don’t give a rat’s ass.

She didn’t feel good today, and that’s bad, but a whiney brat that doesn’t feel good is even worse!
She wanted to watch a movie,
I told her to go ahead.
She wanted ME to tell her which one.I made a suggestion.
she didn’t like it.
I made another.
NOPE, that princess didn’t have on a short skirt and she herself was wearing a short skirt today.
Shrek wouldn’t do, cause you have to watch it with the boys and she didn’t have a dress to match Fionas.
Toystory 2 was a bust.
I wouldn’t let her put on jeans and boots just to watch a movie.
Barbie and the nutcracker was taboo.. Her hair is too long. And not cut in the 'cute bob she herself wears.'

we have at least 20 movies. There was a valid reason to not watch any of them.
So it was 20 questions Rayley style
its actually 3,872 questions, With out the satisfaction of ending. it goes like this.

What are eyes made of ?
Eye Jelly,
what are eyelashes made of?
Hairwhat’s hair made of?
cells
what’s clothes made of?
Cotton
What’s cotton made of?
fibers
what’s TV's made of?
plastic and gold apparently
mom, I cant lay down,
well that’s cause you are sitting UNDER me. scoot over.
I cant, there’s no room.
Must be a mirage for me, I see the other 5 feet of couch on that end.
MOM, bow kicked me in the face.
That’s cause he is nursing and you are trying to lay your head in my lap.
I'm hungry
Go eat your chicken salad sandwich
I'm thirsty
There's a cup on the table with a drink in it.
what are cups made of?
plastic
what’s plastic made of?
petroleum
You cant make a cup out of vasaline
I know.
I told you so
No you didnt.
why would you put Vaseline on a cup?
to make it slippery?
Mom, I'm not comfortable
Me either. At least you can move.
What’s a tornado made out of?
wind and rain
Is the devil inside?
No, the devil is beside me.
Mom, make Bow be quiet, he's making my nerves hurt.
I am sure its payback.
Mom, what’s comfortable mean?
It means sitting by yourself on the other end of the couch.
I'm thirsty.
Go get your drink
I want some of yours.
NO, you are NOT getting caffeine.
What’s a chicken made of?
meat
does it have guts?
yes. no. yes. sorta
can I eat the guts.
yes you can, but only in the east part of town
why did you put pickles in the tuna salad?
To make it taste good, and its chicken.
Did the eggs you cook come from that chicken?
no they came from another chicken.
why?
just cause.
Mom, I'm hungry.
GO EAT!
I don’t want my sandwich.
So, I don’t care.
I can’t eat it.
why not?
It’s rusty.
see; pecked to death... PECKED TO DEATH.


Luckily she fell asleep. as did Bow. both ON me. and to go pee I had to wake them up. there is only so long you can sit uncomfortable.
I promise.
I couldn’t decide which was worse. Dealing with her constant questions and general crankiness today or slowly drowning. I thought I might could just scooch her over and lay him down.
NOPE!
Once I woke them up it was world war three. Bow was ticked off.
Which in his little world means I have to feed him.
And Rayley was hungry, tired, and talking again.
The phone rang. It was a mystery shopping company.

They wanted to hire me. and I have 2 screaming kids in the background. She asked how old. I told her 3 years and 2 months. She said " I don’t know how you do it, I have one and that is enough." "Don’t they drive you crazy?"


I didn’t enlighten her about the other 2. Or about my mental health. I am afraid I would have lost the job.

Once the boys got home life got interesting. I asked about homework, twice.
Then I found the homework.

I just love it when they send home homework for the parents.. I get 'worksheets' to help me help them.I am sorry, I have SOOO much to do already I just hate homework. If they don’t use their time in class wisely, that’s one thing. But this stuff comes home saying "homework packet".My kids don’t even show up till nigh on 5 some nights. They do get home earlier now that they don’t ride the bus, but they will start riding again soon. They have to eat, bathe, make lunches, and feed the animals and I make them read for 30 minutes just for some quiet time. I would think that after structured learning all day they should have SOME play time. I make them start getting ready for bed at 8. So basically I am a drill sergeant from the minute they come in the door. Not to mention Rayley is so excited to see them.


I can’t wait for baseball season to start. I usually have to be back in town by 5 and we get home around 8. They change into their clothes for practice on the way to town. I don’t let them watch TV or play video games, they are outside or playing in here. Since they don’t get to play and enjoy being kids I honestly have to say that I understand why they get hyper in school and get in trouble. Unfortunately, that means I have to be the bad guy. I just can’t let bad behavior go unchecked.


Oh well. at least there were no major fights today. And other than Rayley's entertainment it was a fairly quiet day. Okay, quiet is not the right word. Uneventful. :)