Pheeeewww, I don't know what just happened, but I think it's called a whirlwind! I might have logged 250 miles on my car today driving in a five mile radius. ;) This is crazy! Someone forgot their agenda, someone forgot a uniform that had to be returned today, someone forgot their lunch. It's a good thing all of our heads are attached.;) And, then the afternoon running started. And when I say running, I'm not talkin a little 5K fun run, this was a full on sprint marathon. Tennis and baseball and open house for the little one!
When we arrive in the little one's room at open house I immediately notice that there is one desk spaced a little away from all of the others. Guess who sits there? HA! "Hay, little guy, whose desk is that?" Instead of an answer I got the grand tour of the math games, the computer lab, the snowmen he had made recently. Pretty much saw every detail of that room...except his desk. I finally have to ask point blank, where he sits. He starts looking around the room like he isn't sure, but hang on a minute and I'll check it out. He's got the innocent try to distract her with my big blue eyes thing down real well. When his teacher comes over to us and asks if he's shown me his desk yet, the jigs up and he knows it. He starts walking slowly, taking the long cut (as he calls it) over to his island of a desk. We finally reach our destination and he tries the theory "best defense is offense" out on me. "Isn't this a cool desk, mom? Don't you love where it is and look how neat it is inside!" I'm seriously trying not to laugh, when the teacher catches up to us again and offers, "Little one is sitting over here because he is having a little trouble not talking to his neighbors, aren't we little guy." Huh? Aren't we? What is she talking about, there's no "we" in this little guy lady. I wonder if she thinks that "we" will soften the blow? I have no idea why she is talking like this, and frankly I don't care if he is sitting a little by himself, if he was naughty and talking to much he should be punished. Then she continues on, "you know, he's had some problems messing around in the bathroom this year too." This year? So sometime in the last 6 months he has gone into a bathroom at school and messed around. Several 8 yr old boys in the bathroom messing around...I'm shocked...really. The fact that she is taking this whole conversation very seriously has me near hysterics. All I can choke out is a quick, "thank you so much for your patience, loved the open house. Bye now." I'm ouutta here. The little one was only too happy to cut that short and head out hoping to find his big brothers were somewhere in the school wreaking havoc to take the heat off him. ;) No such luck, they were *surprise* waiting patiently.
The wine of the day is a big Sonic drink of your favorite flavor. When you log 250 miles on your car in a day you best leave the wine at home. A drink from Sonic runs a close second on the mommy scale and is the perfect substitute for those days you must turn on your taxi light and deliver kids all over God's creation. My favorite is water with extra ice and a lime, coke with a lime comes in a close second. I also love the cranberry limeade! If your feeling real sassy...get a blast! Dessert and drink in one...banner idea!
The W(h)ine Hour..
Every household has one…the whine hour. It’s those bewitching hours between approximately 5 and 8pm in the evening when the kids go crazy and moms across the world lose their minds completely. It doesn’t matter if you have babies, toddlers, kids, tweens, or teens; those hours of dinner/homework/bath time/ bedtime can just about do a momma in. What is a girl to do? It’s simple and brilliant actually, just slip in a little wine of your own! Now, I’m not suggesting anyone down a bottle of whiskey everyday between the hours of 5 and 8, in fact if you do that you will have a few whine hours of your own the next morning. Basically, a little wine during the whine hours will keep you out of the padded cell at the local cookoo house where people will walk by and peek in your little window and say things like “aww, poor mom has lost her marbles” and “hmmm, now that’s a crazy one right there, sits in there all day and hits herself over the head with a Barbie and a hotwheel”. Don’t smirk, it can happen.
So, enjoy the tales of my whine hour, and how I survive each and everyone of one of them with a sense of humor and a good bottle of wine! After all, the whine hour comes around every single day, a girl has to be prepared!