Monday, October 21, 2013

A day to remember...


            October 21st, 2013…a day to remember. My morning began with a quick decision to pull a U-Turn on the highway to reroute to Biggby. I’ve recently fallen in love with the Peppermint Tea Latte, one of my many guilty pleasures. I pull up to the drive-thru…

Me: “Can I have a peppermint tea latte please, grande?”

Biggby girl: “I’m sorry we’re out of mint.”

Me: “Umm, okay, I will have a Salted Carmel latte.”

Biggby girl: “Oh my gosh, we’re completely out of that too.”

Me: “Uh, wow, is this your first day? Umm…I’ll have the…uhhh…Cinnamon Spice latte please.”

Biggby girl: “Oh, I’m sooo sorry, we are out of that too. I’ll make you your drink for free.”

Me: “Mocha latte.”

And then I drive up to the window with a scowl on my face.

Biggby girl: “Sorry for the confusion, did you say peppermint tea latte? We have that. You can have both drinks, no charge.”

And my wonderful day began! My body would be full of artificial flavorings and lots of caffeine, just the way I like it! I arrived at work early (unusual for me) and the door was held for me, the caffeine allowed me to actually get some work done not daydream about a nap all morning, and everyone around me seemed more chipper than usual for a dreary Monday morning. Maybe I was just more chipper, probably the caffeine. Anyway, my day progressed quickly, also unusual in my line of work, and a lunch date was in the works with Mr. Wonderful. Adam had asked me to meet at a locally owned restaurant, purely out of his curiosity regarding the sign out front asking, “Who is John Galt?” But nonetheless, a midday date with my husband is a rarity so I’m always up for good food, good company, and NO KIDS!  Lunch went well, Adam told me that he planned on cleaning the house today when he got home…COULD THINGS GET ANY BETTER TODAY? It’s the small things that rock my world! Two free drinks from the coffee shop and my husband cleaning my house?  Like I said, a day to remember!

After lunch, I headed back to work. Surprisingly the second half of the day flew by just like the first and I was headed home. As I walked in the door with the kids, the smell of freshly grilled steak put another smile on my face! Dinner was fabulous, the kids actually ate, nobody cried all night, and Mr. Wonderful even set and cleared the table! Anyone thinking twilight zone? The curtains had been taken down throughout the house and washed, not a single kid toy could be seen, laundry was all washed, the sink was empty…I may be dreaming! Eventually, or maybe before dinner, it’s all a bit of a blur (probably still the caffeine) I walked into our bathroom to see our large over the sink mirror so cloudy that I looked like a ghost as I tried to see myself. I asked Adam what had happened to the mirror, I had just cleaned it two days ago.

Adam: “I don’t know, I used your green cleaner and it streaked everything up.”

Me: “My green cleaner? What’s that?”

Adam: “That green cleaner you made.”

So I found the bottle of “green cleaner.” The bottle had some green on it, which must be where the “green cleaner” came from, and yes, I had made the contents…but it was not cleaner, it was fabric refresher. Essentially, homemade Febreze, sprayed all over the counters, sinks, and mirrors! Contents included fabric softener, baking soda, and of course water, nothing too harmful, but definitely not glass cleaner! And…no  more twilight zone! Don’t’ worry, my day was still wonderful…he went back and re-washed the mirror, it’s sparkling now!

 

Monday, October 14, 2013

Excuse me please...


It was one of those days, one where you hope that your children (and husband) come down with a sudden allergic reaction to the cat only so you can give them Benadryl and not feel guilty about it. A nice little nap for everyone else in the family would have done mommy a little good. I realize that sometimes it’s just not in the stars to have any time for myself, but a little time to clean the kitchen or wipe down the bathroom sinks would have been great.  Our day started a little late when after a late breakfast, Adam decided that 11:30 AM would be a great time to begin our regular Sunday journey to Menards. I warned him…I pleaded with him…”Maybe we should wait until after lunch and naps to go to the store? I knew pulling the kids out of their normal routine of lunch at noon then naps to follow was a perfect recipe for a disastrous trip to town. You may be wondering about Adam’s response to my plea…. “I’m sick of planning our lives around the kids’ schedules. We can go now.” I tried to be positive, and out the door we went.

Needless to say, our trip was horrendous. Portions of this trip included Adam and I splitting up in the store, each with a kid in tow, racing through the store to get everything that was on the list that I had lost somewhere during the time I had to run back to the car to get a towel to clean Ben and Presley off after they spilled their drink all over themselves in the cart. Oh, and a fabulous trip to the public restroom only to find that we were a few skidmarks too late and Benji’s Superhero themed underwear had to be taken off and stored in a spare pocket inside my purse. (I remember when my purses didn’t have pockets…miss this!) After our necessities were paid for, we raced home…the speed limit is 55?

We tried to feed the kiddos a late lunch, unsuccessful. Presley screamed, cried, exactly what 2 year olds do when they are BEYOND tired. While Adam fell asleep on the couch, Benji filled up on some lunch, I tried to calm Presley.  Keep in mind I have no patience left and if it was acceptable I would have locked myself inside my imaginary soundproof bedroom and watched Keeping up with the Kardashian’s for the rest of the day…alone. I hear this isn’t acceptable as a parent…so I trudged on. I changed Presley, carried her up the stairs and began to sing her sleep time song (Twinke Twinkle Little Star)…and then it happened. I felt something under my foot. I lifted up my foot, still singing, and looked at the human feces that was smeared all over the bottom of my foot and the carpet of her bedroom. OMG! So, that’s why she came downstairs this morning carrying her diaper. She took it off to poop on her floor, and for me to step in. I think this was premeditated.

Excuse me please, for I need to go wash the poop off of my foot.