well I have to admit, I did NOTHIN today. Well, I did get my truck cleaned out. I made Matt go and take EVERYTHIN out of it.
Then I made him go back out and make sure everything was out of it.
Then I went and checked it to make sure everything was out, and pointed out everything he missed.
I also reminded him to get out all the trash.
30 minutes later I went out and pointed out all the trash.
Then I showed him the dust and explained how we were going to clean up the dashoard and all. I handed over windex and paper towells.
There really wasnt anything weird in there. Not like the time I found the 1/2 eaten hamburger in the other one. I learned that day to take the toys out of the happy meals BEFORE I give them their food and wont let them have it till they eat. :)
We found 2 blankets, 1 pillow, 4 baby blankets, 3 socks (dont ask) 2 pair of Rayleys shoes, 1 can of pork and beans, various toys, homework that was never turned in, and only 6 french fries! I also found 2 DVD's on the floor and this means that there will be NO DVD's being watched for 2 weeks.
I have a rule around here, all DVD's stay in the living room. YOu have to return one to get another. Before when I found one I would take away TV for a week. Now I am just taking away the DVD. SO far I have a pile of 6 in my bedroom. They are already trying to find a few of them. And when they go on a search for them they pick up their rooms. :)
I do allow a few DVD's at at time to stay in the truck. 3 is the limit. These were just not put back in the case.
We have to drive over an hour in the morning. They boys have dentist appointments. I sure hate that they cant watch a movie.. I just know it will be an awful ride.
They also picked up their rooms a little. And washed bedclothes.
But I mostly just sat here and entered sweepstakes, did surveys and tended to Bow. The kids had went to my grandfathers earlier and so I had a little peace and queit. I did a few loads of laundry while they were gone.
And I cleaned the shower. Gosh I LOVE to push that button and its clean. The scrubbin bubbles shower cleaner has to be one of my most favorite inventions.
I also told Matt one time to go in and turn it on.
I sent Matt in there after BR got out of the shower. I knew BR didnt turn it on, that would be akin to cleaning. I told him to just go and push the button. And to shut the door really fast and walk way. I told him if he tried to watch the shower cleaner spray it would melt his face where ever it hit him. He belived me, cause a few miutes later I heard Brett ask him what it was like. He said " I dont know, I wasnt taking any chances." Brett asked him "chances on what?" and he said " I didnt want it to burn my face off! Brett swore it wouldnt do it, and tried to talk him into going back and trying to leave the door open. But Matt was convinced. I am glad, I can just imagine the fun if he knew it was non toxic. I love gulibility, it makes parenting so much easier..
Rayley was in fine form today. She was pretty good. Although she does tend to insist on always being right.
I had cooked shake and bake chicken tonight and she was startving. I made her a plate. She ate some and then 30 minutes later came in and told me she was hungry. I told her to and finish her chicken. SHe said she couldnt, it might have salomi on it by now. I assured her there was NO salomi on it. Brett and Matt strted laughing cause she had used the wrong word. Then one of them corrected her by saying it was "salamanderanella" I just ignored them. Even if I told them it was salmoniella they couldnt remember it. But I do reckon its good that they know there is a possibiity with getting somethhing like that. Of course she ate the chcicken. I convinced her it was not poison... Or I convinced her it was the last meal I would ever fix if she didnt eat it, which ever one worked is fine.
We are supposed to be getting some bad storms this weekend. They havent gotten here yet, but the wind is blowing like an old woman runnin a flight of stairs.
OH when the kids came home I was talking to my grandfather and not paying them any mind. They were running around playing. It came time to go in and I called to the boys to let them know a storm was brewin and they should come on in. About 10 minutes later I realized the boys didnt come. I hollered for them. They still were ignoring me. I could see them. They were in my uncle Miles' trailer. BR had brought it over here to weld something on it for him. Its a cargo trailer thing. a low boy with 5 foot sides and a ramp. The sides and ramp are made of expanded metal and the ramp locks from the outside. Once shut its a box with out a top.
These idiots had used the wheel wells to climb up and over. and were now stuck.
Honest to God, if the weather hadnt been turning bad I would have came in, got them each a blanket and let them sleep off their ignorance. They were well and truly stuck. I just wish I could have left them for 30 minutes. But it really looked bad out there and I was scared it would be blowin fast and furious. I didnt want to get wet having to go out and fetch them. Plus it'd be my luck they'd get pnumonia and be stuck at home for a few weeks.
Well, I reckon I should hit the sack, I have to drive an hour tommorow and be there before 9:30 I dont know what I was thinking to set it that early. Oh well, at least I didnt lock myself in a oversized box with no top. Thats the Byerly coming out in them. I can see their grandmother doing the same thing. :)
My computer is kinda wonky tonight too. I am way down here typing. and its only printed out to the salomi part.. I hope it catches up soon :)
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Sunday, March 2, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
There is more than one way to skin a cat.
Well after having no lights last night, and not being able to go to bed cause it was so hot until after 2:00 I really wanted to sleep in today. Bow was awake at 7 and wanted to play. Since BR had to go to work tonight I went ahead and got up.
Aint I nice?
I came in here and the boys were already awake. Rayley was stil passed out so they immediatly had to screw with her.
I dont know why that kids see something peaceful, pretty and quiet and have to turn it into a wailing, screaming, punch throwin machine.
Once breakfast was eaten they started out the door. I had to turn them around and remind them of the shoe debacle yesterday morning. They would be cleaning thier room today, come hell or highwater. It was such a beautiful day I hoped they would hurry so they could go out and play.
My mom showed up and feeling sorry for Rayley offered to help her clean her room. But first she bathed Bow. Its always nice to not to have to get wet bathing a kid! I got up and started picking up the tornado strewn living room. Getting more agervated with each child item I had to toss into their doorways. I survived Hurricane Rita, but Hurricanes Brett, Matt and Rayley are KILLIN me!
BR left early, since he had came home so early last night he was going to go and pull yestrdays loads and get todays done. I didnt have to be quiet, or try to keep them all happy enough they dont scream and holler and wake the dead. Or in my case, the dead asleep.
The boys just kept goofing off. They would work for a few minutes, then start wrasselin, or playin, or fightin. I had told them when it started they had an hour. I went and checked, the room looked good but when I was stepping close to a bed my foot slid under.. and hit resistance. I looked. YEP! there was ALL their toys!
They even got the bright idea to charge admission to their room, told me I'd have to put a penny in the bag hanging on their door to step inside. I told them that was fine, to come into my living room they had to pick up an item that didnt belong where it was and put it up. They thought that was a bad idea. I liked it and stuck to it.
After 2 hours I told them that I wanted it clean, and NOW. One of them popped off something about their friends moms cleaning their rooms for them. And then something about me being a bad mom, a mean mom.. who knows, I hear it all the time, I just ignore it. But the next thing said really got my attention. "Its not like you do anything anyway"
I told them 30 minutes to finish cleaning or they would clean MY house, then their room.
They didnt belive me.
I went in Rayleys room and we hung up 2 of those chains that you put stuffed animals on. I need to buy more.. But we hung up her animals and now you can see her bed!
About that time the alarm went off. I told them to come on out of the room. They had some cleaning to do.
Matt welled up and wanted to know why I wouldnt give them ONE MORE CHANCE.
I told him
1. I told you what was expected
2. I gave you a time limit
3. I told you the concequences
You made the choice.
He said "I didnt know you were serious"
well, maybe next time he will belive me.
I made them empty the dishwasher, fill it again with breakfast dishes, clean the living room, dust, pick up clothes, clean their bathroom, wipe down counters, clean off the 'catch all counter', put up the groceries we missed yesterday, sweep, scrub the sticky spots, wash the lunch dishes, wipe down the fridge and freezer, take out the trash, do 3 loads of laundry plus the 2 that was their sheets and comferters, pick up the floor after I pruned the 100's of leaves from the ivys (that was fun, I just stood on the counter and let them fall), use the mr clean eraser on at least 3 walls, 6 cabinets and the table and chairs. They had to fold, hang up and put up laundry. And put the supper dishes in the dishwasher. THey had to reempty both trashcans again, clean up after their snack, gather all the dirty clothes, and put all the DVD's back on the shelf neatly. They LITERLY fell into bed at 7:45 begging me to just let them go to sleep.
The house looks great. The trash cans need to be emptied again, both are overflowing, there is at least 6 more loads of laundry to be done, and we didnt vaccum, but I am impresed. oh yea. and I also made them clean their room back up.
On their way to bed both of them told me they were sorry they thought I didnt do anything. And asked if I would play baseball with them tomorrow. I told them I would love to, but we had to make sure that a few things were done first. At least 3 loads of laundry and some actual scrubbing on the bathroom.
They promised they would help. I am NOT holding my breath. LOL
BUT I decided that today worked out so well that I will be doing this again. Next time we will tackle my bedroom, bathroom, and the living room and kitchen all in one day. :)
I did get a few things done today. I finaly got Bow's ivy potted, and I cleaned out a fish tank, and the crab tank. Oh and pruned the ivys! Of course I think walking behind them and pointing out their shortcomings is almost as tireing as doing it myself. But it gives me warm fuzzies to do it.
Well BR just called, his truck lights just went out, so he is having to call it a night whether he wants to or not.
Me personaly, I just cant wait to wake up in the morning. There is not a whole lot of things nicer than waking up to a clean house.
And speakin of cats.. I wonder how a manxese rug would look? Fido (yes her name is Fido) has this real agervating habit of following me around caterwallin at night until I go and fill up her food bowl. The thing is, its already full. She just wants me to put fresh in there. She better quit screwing with me. I'll have her cleaning out her own litter if she aint careful!
Aint I nice?
I came in here and the boys were already awake. Rayley was stil passed out so they immediatly had to screw with her.
I dont know why that kids see something peaceful, pretty and quiet and have to turn it into a wailing, screaming, punch throwin machine.
Once breakfast was eaten they started out the door. I had to turn them around and remind them of the shoe debacle yesterday morning. They would be cleaning thier room today, come hell or highwater. It was such a beautiful day I hoped they would hurry so they could go out and play.
My mom showed up and feeling sorry for Rayley offered to help her clean her room. But first she bathed Bow. Its always nice to not to have to get wet bathing a kid! I got up and started picking up the tornado strewn living room. Getting more agervated with each child item I had to toss into their doorways. I survived Hurricane Rita, but Hurricanes Brett, Matt and Rayley are KILLIN me!
BR left early, since he had came home so early last night he was going to go and pull yestrdays loads and get todays done. I didnt have to be quiet, or try to keep them all happy enough they dont scream and holler and wake the dead. Or in my case, the dead asleep.
The boys just kept goofing off. They would work for a few minutes, then start wrasselin, or playin, or fightin. I had told them when it started they had an hour. I went and checked, the room looked good but when I was stepping close to a bed my foot slid under.. and hit resistance. I looked. YEP! there was ALL their toys!
They even got the bright idea to charge admission to their room, told me I'd have to put a penny in the bag hanging on their door to step inside. I told them that was fine, to come into my living room they had to pick up an item that didnt belong where it was and put it up. They thought that was a bad idea. I liked it and stuck to it.
After 2 hours I told them that I wanted it clean, and NOW. One of them popped off something about their friends moms cleaning their rooms for them. And then something about me being a bad mom, a mean mom.. who knows, I hear it all the time, I just ignore it. But the next thing said really got my attention. "Its not like you do anything anyway"
I told them 30 minutes to finish cleaning or they would clean MY house, then their room.
They didnt belive me.
I went in Rayleys room and we hung up 2 of those chains that you put stuffed animals on. I need to buy more.. But we hung up her animals and now you can see her bed!
About that time the alarm went off. I told them to come on out of the room. They had some cleaning to do.
Matt welled up and wanted to know why I wouldnt give them ONE MORE CHANCE.
I told him
1. I told you what was expected
2. I gave you a time limit
3. I told you the concequences
You made the choice.
He said "I didnt know you were serious"
well, maybe next time he will belive me.
I made them empty the dishwasher, fill it again with breakfast dishes, clean the living room, dust, pick up clothes, clean their bathroom, wipe down counters, clean off the 'catch all counter', put up the groceries we missed yesterday, sweep, scrub the sticky spots, wash the lunch dishes, wipe down the fridge and freezer, take out the trash, do 3 loads of laundry plus the 2 that was their sheets and comferters, pick up the floor after I pruned the 100's of leaves from the ivys (that was fun, I just stood on the counter and let them fall), use the mr clean eraser on at least 3 walls, 6 cabinets and the table and chairs. They had to fold, hang up and put up laundry. And put the supper dishes in the dishwasher. THey had to reempty both trashcans again, clean up after their snack, gather all the dirty clothes, and put all the DVD's back on the shelf neatly. They LITERLY fell into bed at 7:45 begging me to just let them go to sleep.
The house looks great. The trash cans need to be emptied again, both are overflowing, there is at least 6 more loads of laundry to be done, and we didnt vaccum, but I am impresed. oh yea. and I also made them clean their room back up.
On their way to bed both of them told me they were sorry they thought I didnt do anything. And asked if I would play baseball with them tomorrow. I told them I would love to, but we had to make sure that a few things were done first. At least 3 loads of laundry and some actual scrubbing on the bathroom.
They promised they would help. I am NOT holding my breath. LOL
BUT I decided that today worked out so well that I will be doing this again. Next time we will tackle my bedroom, bathroom, and the living room and kitchen all in one day. :)
I did get a few things done today. I finaly got Bow's ivy potted, and I cleaned out a fish tank, and the crab tank. Oh and pruned the ivys! Of course I think walking behind them and pointing out their shortcomings is almost as tireing as doing it myself. But it gives me warm fuzzies to do it.
Well BR just called, his truck lights just went out, so he is having to call it a night whether he wants to or not.
Me personaly, I just cant wait to wake up in the morning. There is not a whole lot of things nicer than waking up to a clean house.
And speakin of cats.. I wonder how a manxese rug would look? Fido (yes her name is Fido) has this real agervating habit of following me around caterwallin at night until I go and fill up her food bowl. The thing is, its already full. She just wants me to put fresh in there. She better quit screwing with me. I'll have her cleaning out her own litter if she aint careful!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Colic, Cleaning and Clinging!
Sorry I didnt post yesterday, I was just worn out after a trip to Louisiana to get my taxes done. I am always nervous when I cross the Sabine. I am afraid they will shut down the border and I cant get back home. Gosh I love those "Welcome to Texas" signs! Not to mention you cant drive over 55 over there. And since BR was driving he obeyed the speed limit! I also didnt have all 4 kids so it was a quiet day. Just dealing with BR and Bow.
I think thats why I was so tired. I know what I need to do with the money, BUT I also know that my used couch has busted again. There was already 8 folded up sheets under the cushions keeping you from hitting the floor when you sit. I had to add more two days ago. I am running out of bed clothes. I had hoped to make it until the kids were sorta grown. But there is just no hope. Ahhhhh well... Easy come, easy go I reckon.. Plus BR's recliner is broken too. You cant get it to UNrecline. I dont ever sit over there, so it really doesnt affect me, but when company comes over its hard to get them back out of it..
Bow started his 3 month colic almost a week before he turned 3 months old. It starts right around 4:30 every evening and lasts for about an hour.
He was good while we were in the CPA office, he was being held and walked. But the minute we get in the truck he went nuts. Screaming at the top of his lungs.
If you have never been around a baby with colic its an experience everyone should have to deal with at least once. Perferably those teenagers that think babies are cute.
You have a darling little bundle of joy one minute and the next you have a screaming, writhing, kicking, pissed off bundle of hate. He hates you, he hates his clothes, he hates food, he hates being held, he hates to be put down, he hates being still.
Its like you are sticking a hot branding iron to the poor thing, they twist sideways and throw them selves backwards. They scream until they are horse and then scream some more.
They buck and kick, then they straiten out stiff as a board. They flop like a fish out of water.
and they scream the whole time. seldom even stopping long enough to take a breath. You just know they are giving themselves whiplash. One second they are balled up like a cut worm, the next they have the back of their head touching their heels from bowing thier back. They twist and throw their bodies with the skill of a dolfin coming out of the water, and then they flail their arms. Bow manages to do this all with out a tear.
If you think a smiling cooing baby is hard to hold on to, try holding onto one of these slippery, mean, hurting, and upset things!
Well Bow did this all the way home. I would get him to sleep for about 6 minutes, and then he would wake back up for another 20 minute round of screaming in his car seat.
Once we got to walmart and I got him out he was okay. No more fussing. About the only way to shut one up is to walk and walk and walk.
Fine, except, when you are a mom, if you get up there is something that needs doing. And as you walk this poor baby you see more to do. Lunch and dinner dishes, spider webs, groceries you were not able to get put up from 3 days ago.
The trash needs taking out, the dog needs water. and here you are carrying 14 pounds of needy baby. Sometimes a still screaming, needy baby! And when there are 3 others in the house and they see you up, this is the time they need something. You cant hear them over the screams, but they will get louder. Dont worry.
And if you are scoffing at the 'small amount of weight' I want you to tote around a 10 lb weight for 15 minutes. you MUST hold it up against your chest, or draped over your arm. it gets real heavy, real quick!
but I am lucky, I have a sling. Its just a 5 foot long peice of cloth with rings sewed on one end, but you put the baby in, cinch it up and you are semi hands free! Well, Once I put Bow in it he is quiet. He just puts his sweet little head against my chest and rides in peace.
Not nary a word. Just occasional burps and lots of farts. You can get some things done, I have learned to load a dishwasher (bending over is kinda hard, so you just point and drop), I can take out the trash, put on a load of laundry if I dont have to bend over. But mostly its just me being up and him moving around keeps him peaceful.
But the minute you sit back down... all hell breaks loose again. We have to do this for an hour. Well shoot, you would think I would have the cleanest house this side of the Mason Dixon Line, NOPE, cause this is also the time when poor little 3 year olds need their mommy time too! And when the kids are getting home from school.
Now tonight was extra special. Rayley has a fever, feels awful and wants to be loved. While I was getting the kitchen cleaned up she wanted something to eat. So I made her something. While I was making her a plate, she asked for a drink. I told her to drink her tea.
Matt had spilt it, she said. (sudden hunger pangs had hit him during a room cleaning marathon)
Well as I was getting her more tea I noticed that yes, he had spilt it. And not cleaned it up. I had JUST wiped down the table. and there, all over it was tea. He was just sitting there picking at his chicken. He was trying to stay out of the bedroom while Brett cleaned it. Here I am, trying to keep poor Rayley happy, wearing a baby that is sure to have a melt down again at any moment, sweating like there is no tommorow because I refuse to turn on the AC and I have a 14 pound furnace strapped to my chest in 78 degree weather, cleaning the kitchen, tripping over her, and the dogs, throwing things in the trash can, because apparently I am the only one who knows where it is, trying to be nice and sympathic and so, in my best, altough forced Carol Brady voice I asked him why he didnt clean it up when he spilt it. "you were already cleanin, " he said " I thought you could just get that too."
Yes he is still alive. But he is no longer picking at his chicken.
I got Rayley all settled, food in front of her, and the phone rang. I went to get it and when I got back, she was asleep. Not that it lasted long. It was just enough of a nap to energize her with more whining..
When the kids showed up here about noon today I told them that they were going to clean their room if it killed them. Bow's clothes are in there and when the boys are at school I have to go in and get them. And when they are home, I have to send them back 3 or 4 times to get the right thing. They cant find any dirty clothes in there, yet, I cant find any in the laundry room. And I am tired of it. Plus with baseball season starting soon I need to know where everything is, cause I know that they wont put it all back in the bags.
I also told them I would play baseball with them if they got it done. AND they could get back the toys stacked in boxes they had lost in October of last year.
There was some grumbiling at first. And even the question "did Dad say you could make us clean it?" Well.... Lets just say they got right on it.
Of course I call it a room cleaning marathon. Not cause they work hard and get it done. But because I have to chase them down everytime I turn my back. I fiqure I have ran at least a 5 K today!
There was crying, there was bellyachin, a little attitude and alot of threats. All the while they just pretended I didnt exist and wasnt making any noise.
BUT it got done. And I even managed to get them bathed! IT was nigh on 10 before they laid down. BUT it was in their own beds, with clean sheets and I could walk in and kiss them good night.
WHile I had them cleaning I got Bow settled in and quiet again, and here came Rayley. She had to lay in my lap. And when she is clingy she wants to take her fingers and run them lightly along your wrists and arms. This is hard to deal with. I promise. Plus she had a fever, so she was cold and wanted a blanket, and it was STILL 77 degrees in the house!
Then Matt walks in the room, he is mad because Brett is not cleaning. He wasnt even in there. So I hollered for him and asked what he was doing. Come to find out, he was making Rayley a pallet on her floor so she could go in there and watch a movie. AAAAAAWWWWWWW how sweet.
Sometimes I see my kids do sweet things for each other, and all I can think is "oh hell, who stole them and replaced them with this alien...."
Of course Rayley didnt want to watch a movie alone, so Brett nicely offered to watch it with her.
UHHHH how will the room get cleaned that way?
Now at this point we are on hour 6 of the room cleaning. And there is not much progress. So more threats and more bellyache'n...
By Hour seven Rayley's fever was rageing, but she was in there getting sympothy from her older brothers, I could hear them in there playing, and Bow was draped over my lap like a sack of taters knocked out and snoring.
I knew I needed to get them in the tub. Since I couldnt holler for fear of waking up the poor baby, they were ignoring my spoken pleas to hurry.
There is only one alternative. It doesnt help me loose this weight, but moms must do what moms must do. Out comes the candy and with the first crinkle of the wrapper I hear silence. I test it, I ask for one of them to come here. Nope, still deaf as a post. I rip open the only fudge brownie left in the house...
AHA! all 3 kids, right here.. I LOVE predictablity!
Except when you can set your clock by a colicy baby, a kid with hunger pangs when the going get to cleaning, and a little girl with a fever falling asleep as soon as you get her what she wanted.
But the weekend is over, we are starting a new school week. with Colic, with a feverish princess, with clean kids, a clean room and 6 loads of laundry! I am SO glad I cancelled that dentist appointment for the kids in the morning.
I think thats why I was so tired. I know what I need to do with the money, BUT I also know that my used couch has busted again. There was already 8 folded up sheets under the cushions keeping you from hitting the floor when you sit. I had to add more two days ago. I am running out of bed clothes. I had hoped to make it until the kids were sorta grown. But there is just no hope. Ahhhhh well... Easy come, easy go I reckon.. Plus BR's recliner is broken too. You cant get it to UNrecline. I dont ever sit over there, so it really doesnt affect me, but when company comes over its hard to get them back out of it..
Bow started his 3 month colic almost a week before he turned 3 months old. It starts right around 4:30 every evening and lasts for about an hour.
He was good while we were in the CPA office, he was being held and walked. But the minute we get in the truck he went nuts. Screaming at the top of his lungs.
If you have never been around a baby with colic its an experience everyone should have to deal with at least once. Perferably those teenagers that think babies are cute.
You have a darling little bundle of joy one minute and the next you have a screaming, writhing, kicking, pissed off bundle of hate. He hates you, he hates his clothes, he hates food, he hates being held, he hates to be put down, he hates being still.
Its like you are sticking a hot branding iron to the poor thing, they twist sideways and throw them selves backwards. They scream until they are horse and then scream some more.
They buck and kick, then they straiten out stiff as a board. They flop like a fish out of water.
and they scream the whole time. seldom even stopping long enough to take a breath. You just know they are giving themselves whiplash. One second they are balled up like a cut worm, the next they have the back of their head touching their heels from bowing thier back. They twist and throw their bodies with the skill of a dolfin coming out of the water, and then they flail their arms. Bow manages to do this all with out a tear.
If you think a smiling cooing baby is hard to hold on to, try holding onto one of these slippery, mean, hurting, and upset things!
Well Bow did this all the way home. I would get him to sleep for about 6 minutes, and then he would wake back up for another 20 minute round of screaming in his car seat.
Once we got to walmart and I got him out he was okay. No more fussing. About the only way to shut one up is to walk and walk and walk.
Fine, except, when you are a mom, if you get up there is something that needs doing. And as you walk this poor baby you see more to do. Lunch and dinner dishes, spider webs, groceries you were not able to get put up from 3 days ago.
The trash needs taking out, the dog needs water. and here you are carrying 14 pounds of needy baby. Sometimes a still screaming, needy baby! And when there are 3 others in the house and they see you up, this is the time they need something. You cant hear them over the screams, but they will get louder. Dont worry.
And if you are scoffing at the 'small amount of weight' I want you to tote around a 10 lb weight for 15 minutes. you MUST hold it up against your chest, or draped over your arm. it gets real heavy, real quick!
but I am lucky, I have a sling. Its just a 5 foot long peice of cloth with rings sewed on one end, but you put the baby in, cinch it up and you are semi hands free! Well, Once I put Bow in it he is quiet. He just puts his sweet little head against my chest and rides in peace.
Not nary a word. Just occasional burps and lots of farts. You can get some things done, I have learned to load a dishwasher (bending over is kinda hard, so you just point and drop), I can take out the trash, put on a load of laundry if I dont have to bend over. But mostly its just me being up and him moving around keeps him peaceful.
But the minute you sit back down... all hell breaks loose again. We have to do this for an hour. Well shoot, you would think I would have the cleanest house this side of the Mason Dixon Line, NOPE, cause this is also the time when poor little 3 year olds need their mommy time too! And when the kids are getting home from school.
Now tonight was extra special. Rayley has a fever, feels awful and wants to be loved. While I was getting the kitchen cleaned up she wanted something to eat. So I made her something. While I was making her a plate, she asked for a drink. I told her to drink her tea.
Matt had spilt it, she said. (sudden hunger pangs had hit him during a room cleaning marathon)
Well as I was getting her more tea I noticed that yes, he had spilt it. And not cleaned it up. I had JUST wiped down the table. and there, all over it was tea. He was just sitting there picking at his chicken. He was trying to stay out of the bedroom while Brett cleaned it. Here I am, trying to keep poor Rayley happy, wearing a baby that is sure to have a melt down again at any moment, sweating like there is no tommorow because I refuse to turn on the AC and I have a 14 pound furnace strapped to my chest in 78 degree weather, cleaning the kitchen, tripping over her, and the dogs, throwing things in the trash can, because apparently I am the only one who knows where it is, trying to be nice and sympathic and so, in my best, altough forced Carol Brady voice I asked him why he didnt clean it up when he spilt it. "you were already cleanin, " he said " I thought you could just get that too."
Yes he is still alive. But he is no longer picking at his chicken.
I got Rayley all settled, food in front of her, and the phone rang. I went to get it and when I got back, she was asleep. Not that it lasted long. It was just enough of a nap to energize her with more whining..
When the kids showed up here about noon today I told them that they were going to clean their room if it killed them. Bow's clothes are in there and when the boys are at school I have to go in and get them. And when they are home, I have to send them back 3 or 4 times to get the right thing. They cant find any dirty clothes in there, yet, I cant find any in the laundry room. And I am tired of it. Plus with baseball season starting soon I need to know where everything is, cause I know that they wont put it all back in the bags.
I also told them I would play baseball with them if they got it done. AND they could get back the toys stacked in boxes they had lost in October of last year.
There was some grumbiling at first. And even the question "did Dad say you could make us clean it?" Well.... Lets just say they got right on it.
Of course I call it a room cleaning marathon. Not cause they work hard and get it done. But because I have to chase them down everytime I turn my back. I fiqure I have ran at least a 5 K today!
There was crying, there was bellyachin, a little attitude and alot of threats. All the while they just pretended I didnt exist and wasnt making any noise.
BUT it got done. And I even managed to get them bathed! IT was nigh on 10 before they laid down. BUT it was in their own beds, with clean sheets and I could walk in and kiss them good night.
WHile I had them cleaning I got Bow settled in and quiet again, and here came Rayley. She had to lay in my lap. And when she is clingy she wants to take her fingers and run them lightly along your wrists and arms. This is hard to deal with. I promise. Plus she had a fever, so she was cold and wanted a blanket, and it was STILL 77 degrees in the house!
Then Matt walks in the room, he is mad because Brett is not cleaning. He wasnt even in there. So I hollered for him and asked what he was doing. Come to find out, he was making Rayley a pallet on her floor so she could go in there and watch a movie. AAAAAAWWWWWWW how sweet.
Sometimes I see my kids do sweet things for each other, and all I can think is "oh hell, who stole them and replaced them with this alien...."
Of course Rayley didnt want to watch a movie alone, so Brett nicely offered to watch it with her.
UHHHH how will the room get cleaned that way?
Now at this point we are on hour 6 of the room cleaning. And there is not much progress. So more threats and more bellyache'n...
By Hour seven Rayley's fever was rageing, but she was in there getting sympothy from her older brothers, I could hear them in there playing, and Bow was draped over my lap like a sack of taters knocked out and snoring.
I knew I needed to get them in the tub. Since I couldnt holler for fear of waking up the poor baby, they were ignoring my spoken pleas to hurry.
There is only one alternative. It doesnt help me loose this weight, but moms must do what moms must do. Out comes the candy and with the first crinkle of the wrapper I hear silence. I test it, I ask for one of them to come here. Nope, still deaf as a post. I rip open the only fudge brownie left in the house...
AHA! all 3 kids, right here.. I LOVE predictablity!
Except when you can set your clock by a colicy baby, a kid with hunger pangs when the going get to cleaning, and a little girl with a fever falling asleep as soon as you get her what she wanted.
But the weekend is over, we are starting a new school week. with Colic, with a feverish princess, with clean kids, a clean room and 6 loads of laundry! I am SO glad I cancelled that dentist appointment for the kids in the morning.
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