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Momma Drama

Tuesday, May 18, 2004 @ 7:59 PM

What a grand day!!!

First off....I did nothing village related. Way to learn my lesson on procrastination huh? ;)
Second off, I woke up with a migraine but was able to kick that little f&%#er right square in the ass.
Thirdly, the house no longer resembles some sort of hurricane lane.....Dave said this morning that he thought we had been "ransacked" last night when he got home from work. Also that he had ".....never seen the house look like that...." Okay already, I get it. Thanks..... Let me tell you something about the Flylady 15 minute rule though. When there are 11 rooms to tackle at least 15 minutes a pop, that is an awfully full morning. Never mind the fact that you are supposed to take a 15 minute break every 45 minutes. Had I done that, it would have stretched my work load out to 3.5 hours. It took me long enough without breaks today to get this hell-hole straightened up. I got all the kidlets up at 7am, and did the breakfast, dressing, washing, brushing gig. Herded everyone into the car at 8 am, took Trent to school then took the chicklets to Sue's. Came home 8:45 and and jumped in feet first. Got the living room, computer room, play room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, laundry room and storage room squared up. Straightened up yesterdays mess on the front porch too. Did a countless amount of laundry. Left at 11 am to grab Burger King for lunch.

Went to lunch with Trent and Dave at school. I had a blast! I told Trent this morning that I would be bringing his lunch later, but he knew nothing of the BK and mom and dad. He was pretty nervous walking down the hallway with his teacher, since I hadn't shown up with his lunchbag. His little face just LIT up when he saw us. He got such a big goofy grin on his face when he realized we were there to have lunch with him. He sat in between us and told us all the lunchroom rules. After lunch he wanted us to go to recess with him too, even though I tried to talk him out of that. He insisted, so we went and played ball with him and 27 other kids. When it was time for us to go, and for him to go back to class, he kissed us over and over and kept telling us how much fun he had. It was wonderful. Tonight when I put him to bed, he wanted to talk about lunch and recess all over again, for the 12th time today. :) Ahhhhhh....so sweet.

Dave an I left there and hit the grocery store for dog food and the gas station. Then we had ice cream from the general store. Then Dave shoved off to work and I tackled the upstairs. Got the girls' room straightened up, clothes put away, sheets changed, trundle bed back in place. Got clothes put away in our room and the bed made. I managed to get Trent's clothes put away before it was time to go pick him up.

After I picked him up from school, we headed to Family Dollar for storage boxes. The playroom looks like a helicopter landed in there (at least it did before this morning...) with games and toys everywhere. I cleaned up the toys, but just set all the game crap aside. I need to box things up someday this week. We picked up Devin nd Maiya and headed out to dinner. Came home, did baths, changed Trent's sheets and tucked them all in for the night.

I'm still working on laundry right now, but getting ready to punch out soon. Think I'll sit on my arse and read more of The Story of My Father. I'm really liking this book, must be the nursing home working nurse in me.

I think I've figured out why Maiya is such a little cling bunny. She is the only one of the three that has no 'snuggie', no little square of flannel blanket to drag around as a security object. The same squares of flannel blanket are here. And there. In her toy basket. She just never latched on to one, or I never used it as a comfort object for her like I did with Trent and Devin. I am her security object I think. Which is fine. Except when I need to leave the room. Or pee. Or make dinner. Especially when I leave her in the same room with Dave and she still has a cow, or an even bigger cow than if I would have left her alone. It's great to be so loved...*sigh*...

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