Jun 29, 2010
Well, this is not my typical journal entry but one I feel compelled to write. It is not filled with sentiment or joy but rather the true difficulty of being me at times.
I've had two sick boys for going on . . . oh, I don't even know how many days now. They are out of the feeling terrible so they are quiet and pathetic stage to feeling okay but terribly cranky stage. But I guess having something that has the consistency of adhesive glue coming out of your nose would make for a bad mood. There is enough to wall paper my whole house at this point. Who knew such little guys could produce so much "gunk".
We've been pretty cooped up as they are recovering as I don't like to take them around too many other kids or people so that we don't spread the love . . .so to speak. Yesterday we went hiking all by ourselves and didn't see another soul on the trails . . . which is fine except for the 20 minutes or so that I thought we were lost. Today, our outing was to go to a park that we affectionately call the "sandy park". It is a sand covered park that is great fun but doesn't get many kids during the summer. Maybe the sand seems too hot for some. Since it isn't too crowded, I decided that this would be a good day to go. We wear old clothes there because the sand is really dirt mixed with sand and we come home looking like we played in a pig pen all day. I gave the boys each a juicy plum for the drive to the park which promptly left lots of reddish yellow juice all over the shirts. This mixed with the sand . . . they were looking good today. LOL. I wore an old shirt and while I showered, I did absolutely nothing to fix myself up. It's one of those days where you just hope you don't see someone you know and if you do, you seriously contemplate hiding.
After the park we headed home for dinner with the hubs. The kitchen needed a spruce up as well as by the front door where it seems we all had been collecting all sorts of things. The phone rings and it is DH telling me that an old friend from high school is in town and wants to go to dinner with him. I say sure thinking it is a night off from cooking. This is an old friend of DH's that was in our wedding and is a nice guy but I don't know too well. More through old stories than anything else. Anyway, I did not spruce up the kitchen, the front door or myself as often if DH gets together with friends-------- he doesn't get home until much later and I thought I'd do my "work" after the kids went to bed. So we ate and then played outside. We went on a neighbor's trampoline which has some kind of black film on it and my boys feet and knees were quite black. Looking good. They've still got the runny nose that I'm working to keep up with as well. I mean we are gorgeous-------- all of us. We go back to our house and I have a Pilate's dvd and I coax my boys into doing it with me. Why not? A little core muscle work won't hurt anyone, will it?
So, we are mid Pilate's move, when I look up and there is DH . . . AND HIS FRIEND!!! Our house was not friend friendly at that moment. I was not a hot babe of a wife. And our children looked like orphans. And they've been cooped up for many days and saw this as their opportunity to go kooku for cocoa puffs. We went into the back yard. They whizzed footballs at our heads. They threw sticks at the play set. They climbed the highest thing they saw and jumped off. They ran as fast as they can into each other. They wrestled. They did about 75 things that could serious injury to themselves and others. The whole time, my husband's polite friend . . . in a suit is acting like he isn't noticing and I'm trying to make small talk while trying to figure out if I have pizza in my teeth. . . .and then it happened. My youngest goes and gets the hose. Yes, you know where I am going with this. I say NO NO NO. He turns on the fawcett. I say no no no. Then I'm walking towards him and he has the spray nozzle pointed at me like a gun. I am shouting no no no. He aims and opens fire. Sprays me down from head to tow. Then chases DH and DH's friend (in a suit) around the yard. He soaked our guest.
DH takes guest around the side of the house and gets a towel for him. The friend is saying . . . "I must go" with urgency. DH walks him to his car in our drive way. I go in the back door and had a not so special mom moment in which I raised my voice. Then I notice that husband has opened the window since this lovely pop in visit with his friend . . . and I glance out. Yes. DH and friend are looking up as they heard me lose my cool. Good times. Good times.
I'm not sure if I want a cocktail or chocolate pudding right now.