Today was a "Saved by the Bell" morning. We overslept, and had to rush around to get everything ready to go. The boys still made it to school in plenty of time, but a rushed morning plus a whiny B did NOT make for the most pleasant experience. Obviously, the day had to get better...right?
Right. After they went to school, I took a little while to just "be," and then mustered up the _____________ to go grocery shopping. Why? Because my boys have eaten pretty much everything in an incredibly short period of time. And they're not even teenagers yet. Oh, yay! I did some quick damage, then got home with about 20 minutes to spare. My day? Well, it wasn't quite done being a pain in the rear. Literally every single bag split open in some capacity between the trunk of my car and the front door. I got really annoyed at first, but after the sixth or seventh bag, I just started laughing.
And then my phone rang...just as I had finished reorganizing the freezer. It was 3:03, and the caller i.d. said, "Denton Creek Elementary School."
N: Hi, Mom.
Me: Really?
N: It's not like I meant to miss the bus.
Me: Really?
N: The door was locked so I couldn't get inside to get my backpack.
Me: Really?
N: I'm sorry, Mom.
Me: Really?
N: Would you STOP just saying 'Really?' Are you going to come and get me or not.
Me: (silence) I can't come get you until your brother gets home. On the bus. You know, the bus you were supposed to be riding? Where will you be?
N: Really? At school, Mom.
Me: Now would NOT be the time to be a smartass. Really.
And I hung up, grabbed my keys, and went outside to wait for B. I yelled for him when he was headed to the door, and he looked confused. He asked where his brother was, and I explained we had to go get him, and then, in true Craig Williams fashion, I busted out with the Kris Kross classic, "I Missed the Bus." I wish N had been there to be mortified. B just laughed. So, I'm already annoyed because school traffic is not my favorite, and I'm trying to figure out which circle it is I'm supposed to be in, because it's apparently divided by age group, when my phone starts beeping. I give it to B to read, and it's N. Texting. From his iPod. "Where are you? Did you forget about me?"
Seriously? Let's just say it was not pleasant when he got in the car. We had to go to Market Street because I forgot frozen vegetables, and we need a little veggie in our lives. When we got home, I sent the boys outside to play, while I did laundry. They came in, they went out. On repeat. A kid was fighting B for the football at the park, so N stepped in to defend his brother...by way of trying to choke the kid to death. Awesome. How did I find out? My kids sure didn't tell me. The kid and his mom came over to let me know.
I was upset with N, but also impressed that he actually defended his brother. I never thought I'd see the day... I made dinner, we ate, and then B started hinting around at dyeing eggs. 'Tis the season and all. I pointedly ignored him, which I think made him mad, but I'd already warned him not to pester me. I made the Kool-Aid mixtures (WAY better than the stinky dye, I think...we'll probably do it again), and called them into the kitchen. For an hour, they made eggs in various shades of the rainbow...and B made a few brown eggs. He thought they were awesome. In fact, he wants to keep two of them. Forever.
After that, I sent them to the showers, made paper bag popcorn, and we settled in to watch whatever Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie is the newest. I swear, that movie had to have been 4 hours long...and it had entirely too many actors from the cast of "Jessie" on the Disney channel, which I'm forced to watch on occasion because B deems it "quality television."
On the upside, I had Pineapple Coconut ice cream tonight, and it was fantastic. Haagen Dazs, I salute you.
Aubs
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