I know. You're probably blown away by yet another original title...I bet you can't guess what tomorrow's post will be titled...
This could have a more appropriate title...like "Fran Drescher called, and she wants her voice back." OR "When you put on a hoodie to take out the trash, only to discover that it's your 10-year-old son's, and you can effectively wear a youth large." I mean, I could be wrong, but those probably are fairly accurate as well.
When I woke up this morning, I knew I was in trouble. I felt awful. I did NOT realize, however, that my voice didn't work so well until I went in to wake the boys for B's appointment with the chiropractor. I squeaked and cracked and sounded like a little boy in the midst of puberty hell. N sat up, but almost immediately started complaining of stomach pain. B sat up, and almost immediately said he was going puke. I responded with, "We have two bathrooms. Each of you hit one....NOW!" And thus began our day. Truth be told, my stomach didn't feel so hot either, but I figured it was just overall ick factor. (For the record, nobody actually puked, and all felt better after waking up a little.)
I called the chiropractor to cancel B's appointment, not really caring whether there was a fee or not, and announced we'd be staying at home. All day. This was probably my first mistake. Then they were hungry. Since B is doing the whole "no dairy" thing, we have coconut milk and a gallon of skim milk, but when I grabbed the (unopened) gallon of milk, I noticed it had expired. March 4th. Whoops! I told N he better not risk it, so he suffered through a poptart, and I realized we were going to have to go to Target.
Chicken nuggets, milk, applesauce, and batteries...these are the things that sustain us. Apparently. On the way home, N asked if we could please stop to get a game he'd been wanting to buy with his own money...only to realize he'd left his wallet at home. Convenient? I think so. I equated video game to peace and quiet for mom and her roaring headache, so I agreed. And there, folks, would be the second mistake I made today. It was not quiet. It was loud. There was violence...both on and off screen.
When B's friend's mom text me to see if B wanted to come over to keep her son company while her husband worked from home, I responded quickly and emphatically with a resounding, "Yes! When do you want me to bring him over?" So the B's (plural) played together for two days in a row. And my B loved being at only child B's house a ton. He asked if he could live there. I declined.
Meanwhile, I had been trying to figure out what to do with the boys and some friends tomorrow. We had come up with a few ideas, but they were too expensive (spring break price gouging) or bound to be super crowded, so I suggested a college baseball game. $1 admission along with $1 hot dogs & drinks sounds like a pretty cheap and entertaining afternoon to me...plus, it gets N in the mood for practice afterwards. Unfortunately, my friends were not interested and I'd already mentioned it to the boys, so we're flying solo tomorrow.
I text my friend Angela this evening and said something like, "Super short notice, but do any of your kids want to come with us to a baseball game tomorrow?" and she responded by saying N's pal would love to go! SO, so far this week, I've accomplished some sort of interaction with a friend for each boy twice. I'm so proud of myself.
We had a trifecta of a blowout this afternoon/evening, too. I won't lie. I'm so tired of the boys touching each other. They get in each other's faces and spaces and they're ugly. And I'm sick of it. So this afternoon, when they both came tattling, I'd had enough. There was yelling, but I'm not sure they understood a word of it...since (my voice being the way it is and all) they only heard every third word or so. Really effective parenting right there.
To end the evening, we did our second movie night in a row...this time it was "Monsters, Inc." I love that movie. I've loved it since it first came out. It's one I could truly watch over and over again (and Lord know N made me do it) without getting tired of it. He and I were both quoting it tonight, and B was getting so angry:
B: MOM! I'm too young to remember these words...you two need to be quiet so I can hear the actors since they got paid to do this.
N: WE COULD BE GETTING PAID?!
Me:
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