Every single morning several things have to happen for us to get out the door. Lunches must be made, teeth brushed, backpacks packed and a quick check to make sure everyone is wearing underwear. Not even kidding on that last one. ;) Regardless of what everyone gets done, there is one thing that will for sure happen, every single day. As I grab my purse and keys the little dog will be at the back door waiting. There is no way we will ever drive carpool without her. If only the boys were as easy to train as she is. ;) One day last week as we are speeding along the middle asks from the back seat, "Mom, why do dogs like to stick their head out the window?" I have no idea. Immediately I hear the button push and the window going down.
If a question needs answering, this kid will find the answer. After a few minutes of fresh air, with thankfully no low hanging branches, he pops his head back in the window and says, "Woooo, that's a LOT of fresh air! I am wide awake now!" Oh yeah? Well, you look like Elvis, so much for that shower and blow dry you did this morning. ;) The big kids says, "Hope you kept your mouth shut, it would suck to go to school with a bug stuck in your teeth."
The wine for the day is The Blake Dog cabernet, it is delightful with this "red chicken" we are having for dinner and I do love my black doggies!
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!