An Iowa Mom

A Child's Logic ...

A good friend of mine left yesterday destined for Orlando, Florida with her two daughters.  It's okay, you can call her a bitch.  I did.  She left me here.  And she calls herself a friend.  Humph. 

Whatever.

So last night, Emily and I were talking and taking guesses on what they were doing at that very moment.  My friend's little girl told Emily that she would get Cinderella's autograph and Emily has been going on and on about it ever since.  It's to the point where it's almost driving me over the edge.

Emily:  Where is Disney World anyway?  Is it far?

Me: Yes.  It's in Florida.  It is way way way far away.

Emily:  I don't want to go to Disney World.

Me:  Really?  Why?

Emily:  It would take too long  ... I'd probably have to go pee before we got there.

Oooooh! The Love!

A conversation that took place this morning:

Drew:  Jake, why aren't you ever nice to me in the morning?  You are always so mean.

Jake:  I'll be nice to you when I'm rich.  I'll share all my money with you.

Drew:  I mean when we're kids.  I want you to be nice when we're kids.

Jake: We'll still be kids when we're old and I'm rich.  We'll be kids to Mom and Dad.

Drew:  What happens when they're dead?  Then we won't be kids anymore.  I'll be out of luck.

Jake: Don't worry.  We'll still be their kids when they're in the ground. 

Drew:  Awesome!  So when Mom and Dad die, you'll be nice.  And if you share all your money, we'll both be rich.  I can't wait!

We'll see how awesome it is when that cold home lunch I packed for them this morning is not in their backpacks.  Maybe they can be nice to each other, make some money and buy their own damn lunch.  After all, they seem to think that life would be so much better if I were 6 feet under.

Kids!

Surprises Are Sweet!

Yesterday while I was talking with my friend who was dropping off her son for our "Child Swap", Jake (who was home from school sick and I don't want to talk about it) was sitting at the kitchen table coloring. 

As my friend left, I closed the door and noticed that Jake was no longer perched up on the stool creating his ten zillionth masterpiece.   Feeling very overwhelmed, I walked over to the counter, where I had my 16 to do lists scattered about so that I could coordinate them and make one big list and sitting right in the center was this:

And for a moment all my lists disappeared and being a mother was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Mind you it was a very brief moment, but it sure was sweet while it lasted!

I Got A Break Too!

Well, would you look at that?  I actually got a break.  Did you notice?  Did you miss me?  Okay, don't answer that.

I find that even when Big Daddy gets days off work and the kids are dismissed from school ... I still trudge on with my daily activities.  Well, guess what?  Over Thanksgiving break, I didn't.  Everything was put aside and I did ... are you ready for this?  NOTHING. 

That's right.  N-O-T-H-I-N-G.

Unless you call eating too much and drinking way too much something.  Which I don't.  So, I'm going with NOTHING. 

My brother and his family came to visit over the holiday and it was nice to relax and let all the daily chores fall by the wayside.   We got to watch the Missouri/Kansas football game together, which was fun.  The kids all played beautifully.  My sister-in-law was able to complete a craft project and also introduce me to something new.  It was so relaxing.  I'm paying for it now, ya know, but I'll leave that part out.

You'd think that because I've been away from Bloggyville that I would be back with an overabundance of funny stories and pictures to share with you.  But that's not the case either.  I guess my 'material' went on break too. 

The few days off was nice while it lasted, but, we're all back now and ready to carry on with life.  So, while you thought you might have lost me ... believe me, you can't get rid of me that easily.

Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving!

Wordless Wednesday: Anticipation Of The Cousins Arrival - 8 Hours Early

Just A Tad Bit Unclear

Here is Iowa the weather has been very foggy the past couple of days.  Yesterday when Emily awoke, she sleepily rubbed her eyes as she made it into her spot at the kitchen table, patiently waiting for Big Daddy to serve her up some sugar breakfast. 

I watched her as she intently stared out the sliding glass door into the backyard.  Her eyes squinted ever so slightly.  Her little fingers rubbed her eyes again ... then she hopped down out of her chair and ran upstairs.  She returned with her glasses and her expression was sheer panic. 

"Mom!"  she called.  "I need to go to the doctor.  Today."

"What's wrong?"

"I have my glasses on and I STILL can't see."

Quote of the Weekend

Me:  I'm getting rather creative upstairs.  I just came down for scissors, a lighter and a beer!

Big Daddy:  You're scaring me.