So today, my alarm went off at 7:10 a.m. Got up without thinking, doing my usual routine…started making the lunches. What do you guys want for lunch? No answer. “Okay, I didn’t get an answer, so you’re getting a bun with turkey in it.” What vegetables and fruits do you want? Again, no answer.
Then I hear my husband’s voice coming from the basement…(Long story short… he snores like a jumbo jet, and has been banished there while the rest of us sleep upstairs, far, far, away). “What are you doing?” he asked.
“OHHHH BOY…are you in trouble,” I yelled. “Do you know what TIME it is? You are SOOOOO LATE for work”. It’s 7:30 (he is usually gone by 7:15).
“You DO realize it is Sunday, don’t you. Where are you going?” he pipes in.
“Sunday?”… took me a moment to register this piece of new information.
“Where am I going? I’m going back to bed”, I responded.
Figures. Only one day a week I can sleep in and I’m up at the crack of dawn making lunches.
So later, as I’m driving Bobo to the zoo, my three tormenters are at it again. Gee whiz mom, what would have happened if you made us go to school and no one was there? And of course, Bobo, as usual, makes things worse by saying, “I’m so stupid. Why did I open my big mouth? I should just have seen how far you would have gone.”
I don’t think I would have made it that far. I would have gone over to Michelle’s house and awakened her family to pick up her kids (on Sunday) before actually arriving at the school. Now that would have been embarrassing. I could just see Michelle’s husband answering the door at 8:00 in the morning asking me if I was crazy. “Yup, just me, the crazy one”.
So Hope is making me write this blog. She said as long as I wrote that embarrassing blog (November 22, 2009) about her and “The Scream” (which she still cries about today), then I have to write an embarrassing blog about myself. So here it is.
She obviously hasn’t read my blog about my misadventure in the hospital after my back surgery…. when I got the suppository and Bobo couldn’t get me to the bathroom in time. Haven’t posted that beauty yet. It will have you in tears. Trust me.
I’ll keep trying to post more of my old blogs this week, but I think it’s going to be a while before I get to Feb., 2012, when I had that operation.
Have a great Monday.
P.S. On Saturday, we were just about to pull up into our driveway when I saw 2 women knocking on our side door. “Quick”, I yelled at Bobo, “Don’t go in the driveway… the Jehovah Witnesses are there. Go ‘round the block; maybe they’ll be gone by the time we get back”. So we slowed down, and then sped up, and took a cruise around the neighbourhood. Then Frick starts complaining, “What are YOU TWO Doing? What if it ISN’T the Jehovah Witnesses. What if it was PEOPLE WE KNOW visiting us. I’ll bet you we just missed a visit from one of your friends, mommy. How can you do this to them? They come all the way to our house to visit us, and you leave them in the driveway. Then Frack pipes in, “Yeah, What are you two doing? Those are our friends visiting us!”
Bobo just kept driving around and around and by the time we got home, Frick and Frack had already worked themselves up into a frenzy chastising the both of us. Made me second guess myself, attempting to flee the Jehovah Witnesses, just to listen to my own kids scold me in the car. I had no where to run.
I asked Bobo if he thought it was the JW’s. He just shrugged. I know, I thought, I will go ask the neighbour who was sitting on her chair in the front yard. Hey, did the J.W’s come visit you just now? “Yeah, actually they did”, she said. “Good,” I answered, “I just missed them”. “Oh”, she laughed, “I was wondering why you slowed down when you got close to your house and then took off again.”