When Friday begins with a Nit scare and chaotic washing of all things cloth begins, how can you expect a weekend to be anything but chaotic?
With three very different personalities on three kids. You cannot expect to have complete harmony with teenage boy angst and hormones, almost four toddler little girl emotions and a child who moves to his own drum balanced by routine and quiet.
I struggle with balancing the emotions, as my own go from normal to wildly out of control. A late night on Friday set the tone for exhaustion for the remainder of the weekend. There were tears and laughter. Throwing things, pranks, and dropped food. Toys everywhere and blankets not quite back into place.
My oldest and youngest are my biggest eaters and they argue over who gets the last slice of pizza, among other things. My sweet teenage boy isn't used to having competition on who gets to eat the leftovers and he gets very frustrated when his tiny sister wants a share.
I cooked three individual breakfast dishes on Saturday, Sunday, and Monday. My Dad saying that I could now interview for a job at Waffle House. This because I was balancing fried eggs and bacon while making French Toast. Plating it and pouring the drinks. The last dish cooked and served was mine. On Sunday as I am finally cooking my food and hungrily eyeing the bacon, my Dad walks over and takes the last few slices and leaves a crumb. This he says if for the dog. WTF?? I then ask him if he means for me since I have had none. I get a slice of bacon, the dog received none! I enjoy making each person the food they crave for breakfast. It is my only on demand meal that I will cook and serve. My sister glares at me every time I say cooking for others makes my heart happy, but it really does.
Cookies were a semi flop, but at least they were there for the sleepover. This sleepover was impromptu and consisted of my two boys my daughter and my niece. We had a friend over with her two boys for a bit. There was plenty of loud karaoke and thrown toys and freshly cut grass. It was loud and fun. The kids loved the pizza and cookies.
This night would not be complete without my sister and I getting into an argument in front of the kids with thrown profanity in a minivan with the windows down. Wound up tight we both are and together we are like dynamite. There were tears from the kids and regrets from us, but like big people we worked it out and let the night proceed. A stupid movie and then again a late bedtime.
After only being asleep an hour or so, my oldest son whom I let sleep on my bedroom floor wakes up and stumbles quickly down the hallway to the bathroom Violent retching commences for many minutes as the contents of his belly flow into the toilet. He does this the rest of the night. My heart breaks for him. I know I must take him home a day early. I prepare him a little care package bag and return him to his Dad. Before leaving our house I cuddled him closely knowing all the while that I will most likely be the next stomach flu victim. It is not often I get cuddles from him, so it will be worth it in the end.
A fun day with a void where my oldest should have been and then it was over.
Today was no school for the kiddos and we went to the gym, two errands and a creepy guy asked to buy me coffee. I seriously need to quit going places in my workout clothes. For some reason this attire seems to invite advances or noxious stares from creeps.
I cooked a big lunch, supper will be small and cleaned one room of the house before crashing for two hours upon the couch.
Such a blessing to have had so much chaos in my house. It won't be long before I will be too far away from those that truly matter to me.
God Bless you All
September 6 2016
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