Today at lunch....
Today at lunch I sat down at the table with my mound of bills. I was happy I had actually sat down and wrote down this months budget, leaving enough to get my soldier husband home after his 15 month stint in the Iraq war. Boy, wouldn't he be proud of me for not going TOO much in debt while he was gone. After all, the kids really needed that oversized inflateable swimming pool from Toys R Us. It's really unfortunate that a mouse chewed a hole in it already this fall as it was stored away in the garage. Hopefully I can patch that next summer...we'll, have to see.
My old navy card is nearly paid off. Who's idea was it to have a store credit card? Oh..it was that extremely jovial young guy who said I could get 10% off that days purchases if I applied for thier card. Heck, a card?! I may as well get a few more things then. I don't have to pay it all at once after all.
But now it was all due...and we just had Christmas...seems I didn't think those purchase out very well. That's a humdinger. I like that word. It's my new word. I learned it from the local weather guy. He said a humdinger of a storm was coming. It makes me happy to say it. Humdinger.
I had to hurry to seal the envelopes and to find the stamps....I just bought 2 sheets of stamps. Where were my 2 sheets of stamps? No, no, no....39 cent stamps wouldn't do...I can't even make it work with the 2 cent stamps....there's a wood duck stamp with 29 cents...none of these will do. I could double up...but I still wouldn't have enough for all of them. My mother was coming to drive my daughter to speech and wouldn't it be nice to get these out in the mail? Most are overdue anyway... at least they sent me a letter that said, If you've sent payment disregard this notice... so I decided to live in denial and disregard their notice.
I heated my girls left overs. I brushed their hair as they ate. I even put on my 7 year old's shoes as she finished her plate. It was official....we were ready for Grandma to arrive. And there she came....rolling up the drive.
But wait, why is she walking so funny on my gravel drive. Oh it's iced over. Too bad she didn't have a hover craft. Oh look at her little shiatzu mix dog...she got a haircut!! HA HA HA...it's about time. Poor dog.
Oh Grandma...she forgot the car seat. I run to my van and grab mine out and put it into her car. My seven year old is "skating" on the driveway and is quite pleased. Grandma is less than thrilled. I left my 2 year old in the house CRYING that she thought we were all leaving without her. I assured her that mommy was coming back and Zoe was only going to speech and not some FUN place like Chuck E. Cheese without her. It didn't matter. She still likes the adventure and doesn't mind sitting and waiting at the speech office.
I got back into the house after sending Grandma and my 7 year old off down the ice rink...and I thought, how quiet my toddler got. I was thankful that she was able to settle herself down. As I kicked off my boots and unzipped my coat...another thought came to mind...a thought of uh oh...maybe it being THIS quiet was NOT a good thing. I rounded the corner to find my youngest very intent on PAINTING.
The girls got a painting craft this Christmas. It has little wooden ornaments and paint. They have already painted several and I have very carefully packaged the unpainted ornaments in a bag with the ties and in another bag, I placed the little containers of about 8 or so colors, paint brushes, and 4 glitter glue pens for safe keeping.
Well, I arrived in the nick of time to see my toddler straddling two kitchen bar stools that swivel...a foot on each stool....her arms clutching the bags, one ornament so carefully picked out, and her little fist clutching a paint brush and trying to uncap the red paint. Who knows how many ornaments she would have painted if I had taken longer. And who's to say the paint would have stayed on the ornament? After all, I had just paid a bill on the phone and mommy's bill, wallet, and phone book were right there in front of her. Let's just say she wasn't really happy that mommy came in to tell her how to manage her painting time....you know....let's put newspaper down. Let's do one color at a time...one orament at a time...rinse your brush after each color....we have to let it dry...only make a little squeeze with the glitter glue or too much comes out and it makes a messy....
Yeah...she was having a hard time doing it mommy's way and not HER way.
....so what DID you do for lunch today?
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