I'm sorry, I giggle when I read that line, picturing some kind of Shel Silverstein illustration. I hope your weekend is better!
I know, it gives you quite a visual doesn't it? It got even better after that. My sister and boyfriend (who are staying with my dad with her 2 kids while the renovate the small house next door) ended up disconnecting my fathers phone while trying to fix the virtual office phone for the fiance to work with. I was trying to call her to let her know that my 80 year old dad was shoveling snow while she, the fiance, and her 12 and 14 year old sons were sitting pretty in the house. Can't get through. Call her cell phone and she gives me this whole like about how her 12 yr old is grounded, getting spanked and she didn't realize that he was shoveling. I told her to get SOMEONE out there to shovel or SHE was going to get spanked...BY ME! Remember, I'm chasing Evie (2 years old) all over trying to get a shirt on her so I can't do it. The 14 yr old was outside in 2 mins.
In the meantime, the Occupational Therapist (OT) is calling to cancel 45 mins AFTER she was supposed to be here, the photographer called to say that he's going to be an hour late (I thanked him PROFUSELY) as the house was still vomiting, difficult child 3 had gotten home and was sent directly to jail without passing "go", difficult child 2 got here and didn't think he should have to help because Evie made the mess, no call from AH to discuss our issues nor to plan his time/day to pick up the older kids (I told him he can't visit them here anymore...it's getting to be time for me to get over him and spending 2 or 3 hours with him every weekend wasn't allowing me to do so), my Dad came over for coffee and fig newtons (that's all I have in the house - we're all trying to drop some poundage and all of us hate them but he loves them), he went home, I made tacos and remembered that he (my dad) had asked that the next time I made them to let him know because he hadn't had them in years (I made them for him 2 mos. ago), sent difficult child 2 over to get him (remember the phone) and got a call from sister (via her cell phone) that she, the fiance and the 14 year old were going out to dinner without the 12 year old who was in trouble. What's Dad eating, I asked. Can you put some tacos aside and he can come get them when they came back. Are you kidding me? What's the 12 year old eating? He'll find something, he's punished. I made up a platter of tacos and sent them over with difficult child 2. The next thing I know, there's another 2 year old in my living room with my boyfriend/neighbor. I'm now entertaining 2 two yearolds, cleaning a kitchen, chasing difficult child 3 back to her room, cleaning up the mess from the blind dog and still nursing a messed up head and heart.
God help me if this is a harbinger of the year to come! Come on 2012!
