Little Notes

I found this "attachment" to our posted schedule. It made me laugh. I'm sure it was written in a fit of vengeful anger, but I wasn't around for that part of it. Thank goodness! My poor children and all the things I make them do. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

I'm drowning in filth

over here and have a to do list that, by necessity, will have to be cut at least in half...but my "kids just [did]the darndest thing" and I must post.

I am babysitting a little three year old boy who has been looking forward to Jake and Andrew's return from school all day. I told the boys to play soccer or football with him for a good half hour before I take him home. I was in the backyard (singlehandedly folding the biggest tarp I have EVER seen) and the boys never came out. I found them in the garage, each with a different treasure from the recycling bin. They were all beating their item and singing Jingle Bells. Jake's comment as I walked out again, "Matthew - you do the beat, Andrew - you do rhythm, and I will do the tempo....."

Then I finished the tarp and walked back in the garage......this is the good part.......

The lights are turned off and Matthew, Jacob, and Amelia are snuggled in my mountain of DIRTY LAUNDRY and Andrew is beating out the soft rhythm of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star while serenading them!

DO I THROW THE KIDS IN THE WASH TOO? DO I RETURN THE BABYSAT CHILD WITH A TAG THAT SAYS "WASH BEFORE EMBRACING?"

Gross. You have no idea what kind of stuff is in my laundry pile. I do. I am sicked out.

Overheard

From the bathroom.

(I'd just called the boys to dinner.)

"Ahhhhh! Hurry! She's coming! Get the milk jug out of the toilet!"

"Okay....put all the recycling bin things in this pile..."

"I'll put the teaspoon back in the kitchen."

"Uh-oh Jacob, we used all the cinnamon sticks..."

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I didn't even look. I just let them know that the bathroom needed to look like new before I saw them again, and when I went in to brush my teeth that night, it looked as good as new.

Double Trouble

This is a story for all those who DON'T have little boys - to stop your longings, and for all those who DO have boys - to assure me that this is normal...or at least funny!

We are dog sitting our cousin's greyhound, Jab. I took him out on a little walk across the street to relieve himself. While I'm waiting for him to do his business, I look up and across the street to my house. My two boys have followed me outside...in their underwear (it is 38 degrees) and are peeing on their own bush. What!!? I yelled over to them, and they started squealing in out of control laughter and ran back inside while still trying to pull their underwear up.

They thought they were so hilarious to think of imitating Jab. I am still shaking my head. Would it EVER cross ANY little girl's mind.....

Please, Amelia, be your mama's saving grace!