Dear Startled Reader,
Have you ever wondered what on Earth possessed you to agree to something? I tend to be a deep thinker. In fact, some - such as my husband - would say I think too much. I'm thinking this was not the case when I casually agreed to keep my siblings while my parents took a two week thirtieth anniversary trip. I love my parents. I love my siblings. I also love my sanity. This undertaking put my kid count up to seven overnight. Do you have any idea how much laundry that is? How many servings of food? How much I'm wishing for my dryer and my dishwasher right now? I used to think I wanted eight kids of my own... Not so much anymore. To tell the truth we are doing fine. I bought boxes of cup-o-noodles so I don't have to cook big meals every other second. The sibs know how to do their chores to keep the house fairly clean about as fast as they can mess it up. They even like to help out with my kiddly winks, most of the time. They are all pretty good kids. As FINE as we are, I still feel like a radio on the scan setting: What kind of word is 'woller'? shhhhhhhhh Ramen, Ramen, they want Ramen shhhhhhhhhhhh It's time for music lesson number five this week shhhhhhhhhh My hair is really not behaving shhhhhhhhhhhh Please chew with your mouth closed shhhhhhhhhhh Time to put in another load of laundry shhhhhhhhhhhhhh When was the last time you brushed your teeth? shhhhhhhhhhh We are mammels shhhhhhhhhhh Stop pounding on the piano shhhhhhhhhhhh Get the cat out of the house shhhhhhhhhhh please tell me I did not just step in syrup shhhhhhh No, we are not carving pumpkins yet shhhhhhhhhhhhh It's the hard knock life shhhhhhhhhh What day is today shhhhhhhh Hey, I didn't give you permission to make brownies shhhhhhhhhhh No, drinking the lemon juice shhhhhhhhhhh Who's turn is it to mop the floor? shhhhhhhhhhh If I have to tell you one more time to __ then I'm gonna__ shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I can't organize THIS shhhhhhhhhhh A triple recipe would be how many eggs? shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh SILENCE!!!
And on and on and on the thinking and the figuring and the telling and the yelling and the static goes until I find myself wondering if they sell straitjackets at the home health supply store in town. For the cat and the lemon juice, of course!
Here's hoping you will find your house still standing when you get home!