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This morning was special for Drew. He met a reading goal we set for him here at home and earned a donut. I know, a Casey's donut ... a prize anyone would go to great lengths to earn. Drew could barely contain himself as Big Daddy loaded him into the car to retrieve the almighty donut.
With our newly found frugality, Big Daddy purchased an entire box of day old treats, rather than just two fresh ones, as it would be a much better deal. It worked out well too, because at dinner as the four children scarfed down their gourmet feast consisting of corn dogs, mixed fruit, broccoli and potato chips, Drew spotted the box that once held a dozen slightly stale goodies.
Drew: Mom, can we have a donut for dessert?
Me: Sure.
Drew: Oh man, we can't. There is only three donuts left.
Me: (looking at four children doused in ketchup) Yeah you can. Someone just can't eat all their dinner.
Drew: Good idea.
NO ... I don't mean that Big Daddy is leaving me for a nice, young, chipper, perky ... whipper snapper. Though he's been known to say that he wants to die jumping out of the bedroom window of a 25 year old, with her husband chasing him. I know, such goals in life ... and he's all mine.
What I meant was ... several years ago, when our family talked about traveling to Indiana to a Purdue football game (Big Daddy is a complete fanatic of Purdue), it would look something like this:
Last weekend Purdue played Iowa ... at Purdue ... so another fun filled football weekend at Purdue was planned and it looked like this:
I would love to tell you about it ...
BUT I WASN'T THERE.
I wasn't even asked to be there. The least they could have done was ask me so I could decline. Nope, not even close. I was left alone here to act as referee to the sister slapping, girly squealing, hair pulling, sibling squawking cat fights that took place every 10.54 seconds.
And all I got when they returned was a memory card full of photos, showing me what a great time they had. Stories of caffeinated pop, cookies, milkshakes, hot dogs, and how they've bonded. How they are the manhood of our household now and nothing can come between them.
NO FAIR!
The girls and I discovered something about our relationship too. That we are not compatible, we irritate the living snot out of one another, two of us love bagel bites and the third can not stand them ... and two of us can watch Cinderella 5 times in a 24 hour period in surround sound and the third can only tolerate it while pulling clumps of hair out of her head while rocking back and forth singing to herself.
The other day was one of the first really "chilly" days we've had this fall. Emily had preschool and I thought I'd set out a new Fall outfit that she hasn't worn yet.
Needless to say, she wasn't very happy with my selection. Why? Because she is never pleased with what I lay out for her to wear. If she were to open her drawer, pull out the exact thing ... she would love it so much she'd ask to sleep in it that night. I set it out and it's like Cinderella's rags.
I was in a particularly good mood that morning and was up for the challenge. And I won. She wore it to school, even though she managed to cry and whine the whole way there ... and back.
Once we were home, she tugged and pulled on it. Grunted and sighed. "Mom!" she screamed, "Can I take this off? Please!"
"Yes, I don't care!" I replied, happy that I got her in it in the first place.
"Good, because it's making my butt all crazy!"
Okay people ... how does a skirt make one's 'butt all crazy'?
Seriously ... what the heck is wrong with my children?
Last night, after we tucked in the girls, read them a story, kissed their sweet little cheeks and threatened them with their life if they got out of their beds ... Big Daddy and I were getting ready to settle in for a movie. I strolled to the kitchen and pulled out the ice cream and offered to dish some out for the birthday boy since I was getting myself a bowl.
Big Daddy declined and I proceeded to get my dinner, I mean, little treat. Snuggled into my chair, computer on my lap, ice cream on the side table next to me ... hubby sits down on the couch ... with ice cream.
Me: I asked if you wanted me to get you some ice cream.
Him: I didn't want a whole bowl.
Oh ... okay!
