So, just as expected, this morning was much more difficult than Monday morning...for all of us. I struggled with getting up (this is not news, since I am NOT a morning person), and knew that it would be just as difficult to get the boys up at 6:00.
Let me just say: I don't know how they can sleep through the alarm clock. Oh, wait...yes I do. N put the alarm clock on top of something soft so it absorbed the sound. When I removed said soft object and placed it on top of his desk, it was easily two times as loud. I witnessed each boy crack one eye open and almost simultaneously pull pillows over their heads to drown out the sound.
That's cool. I have a secret weapon. Before they knew what was happening, the alarm clock was off and "Do You Want to Build a Snowman" was blaring from my phone speakers. Works. Every. Time. Usually, one of them thinks it's hilarious and sings along (B) while the other yells in disgust and runs out of the room (N). This time, both grumbled and stumbled blindly out of their room: N to their bathroom to shower and B to the bathroom I apparently share with him so he can shower without sharks swimming up the drain to eat him because I'm in the general vicinity to protect him.
True. Story.
I sent N on the bus this morning, only to have him barge back in while I was having a conversation with B. He threw his arms out and said, "You can just take me to school...there aren't any guys at the bus stop because they're all playing FOOTBALL!" Disclaimer: He consciously chose NOT to play football, partially because he wanted to play baseball and partially because we both knew there was no way on God's green Earth that he would be up and ready to be at school by 6:15 each day. Also, I didn't want to do it. But, I swear, it was his decision. I had very little (if any) influence.
Anyway, we drove N to his side of the parking lot and then went around for round two at the elementary school. B and I sat in the car and talked about the important things in life: Giving a note to his teacher about how he'd get home for the rest of the week and whether or not D would bring TicTacs to school like yesterday. Apparently, TicTacs are a REAL big deal. The doors finally opened and he scampered off inside and I went home to work on homework.
Through my eyelids. I fell asleep. It was not intentional. I blame it on the fact that I was still wearing my glasses instead of my contacts. Why? Because I ran out of solution and I wasn't about to try to put them back in after they'd been in a water bath. Yes, I know it's terrible to do that, but I'm improvising here...my eye doctor never returns my calls about getting a copy of my prescription so I can order more. I've only called about half a dozen times. Yeah, I could go up there, but I never think about it until it's 9:00 at night. Whatever.
When I picked B up, we stopped at the store to pick up some candy for school. His teacher rewards them with little treats just because...but since B is allergic to nuts, we typically steer clear of most chocolate items, at least at school. If I were to give him a Hershey's bar or something and he had a reaction, it would be on me. I'd hate for something like that to happen at school. It would scare him, his teacher, and his classmates...and the death of one of their friends last year is still fresh in some of their minds. So we don't even have to worry, I loaded his backpack with a huge stash of Smarties and Starbursts so B can enjoy special treats without the use of an Epi Pen. Hooray!
I cooked dinner for second time this school year (like this is new) and after an uneventful Taco Tuesday, the boys settled in for some Xbox. And then...one of them farted. I have my suspicions as to who it was, but neither would claim it. I could smell it from my room, where I was hard at work on Microeconomics (I'm almost 1/3 of the way finished with my class; it's either really easy, or I'm totally doing it wrong...my guess is it's the latter.), and yelled "EW!" B came as close to claiming it as anyone when he said, "Hmmmmm, maybe it just leaked out?"
We. Laughed. For. Ever.
Sometimes you just have to let go and laugh it up...potty humor is never going away, especially not in a house full of boys.
I'm so lucky.
Aubs
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