Weekend

Sigh.

The fall around our house is busy. Probably not as busy as some, but for us it’s the busiest season. Eric is umpiring football (nearly every night). Our kids are starting to get involved in extracurriculars, school is in full swing, I went back to work, and I decided to throw in marathon training to the mix. What was I thinking?!

Last weekend while playing with the neighbors, Hannah “was defending Jacob” and gave a 3 year old a bloody nose. Screen time privileges were revoked. In the past week we have racked up 8 weeks of no tablet time due to various things of which I have simply had enough. Things like arguing about who sits where in the car.

Every. Single. Morning.

Things like “this is my door, she has to go to her own side!” or “I don’t want him to be looking at me right now!” “STOP LOOKING AT ME!” and scream-crying, and whining in general. I can feel my skin crawling thinking about it. It’s a GREAT phase. (Sarcasm really does deserve its own font!) There is a reason I refuse to take my kids to the grocery store. Not because they can’t behave. They can and do when necessary. Mostly it’s because I just don’t have the patience. (I’ve prayed for patience before, but often when I do, God, in his great sense of humor, continues to place me in situations where I then have to exercise that patience. No more patience prayers!)

Yesterday was fun. The kiddos played outside and Hannah got into all kinds of muddy fun.

After we told her not too.

After I told her not in her dress.

And her new shoes.

She then received an outdoor shower via the hose, as did her new shoes. (Side note: Kohl’s brand Jumping Bean shoes wash up nicely!) Afterwards she was to dry off inside and change. She put on a fancy dress up dress to come back out in. She was denied entry to the outdoors until she had proper attire. Like how I phrased that? That is not *quite” how it went down, but you get the general idea.

I went to work this morning after setting up the kids to play Monopoly. Eric had a late game last night and was waking up watching the news on the couch. Flash forward to 11:30 when I drive home and I pull up and see the garage door half way open but completely cock-eyed. Like this:

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Not our house, but this is exactly what it looked like!

This should have been my warning to turn around and run. I didn’t heed that warning. I walked to the front door and as I tried the locked handle, I could hear stern voices. My husband’s stern voice. I braced myself.

As I slid my key out of the lock and swung open the door, I was met with a bounding soaped-up (but not yet rinsed) Chihuahua. I lifted my eyes to meet Eric’s and I knew. It’s been a continuation of my previous night. Poor Eric.

“Hi! Mommy! You’re home!” exclaims a completely naked Hannah.

Yep. I am home.

I caught the dog (after some calming and coaxing her off of my now wet bed) and got her rinsed. While I was already done with one, I quickly scrubbed up the other dog. Eric came in to give me the rundown of my time away from the asylum. Turns out Hannah was inside because she was bored of playing outside and then had the brilliant idea to give the dog a bath. When Eric came in to see what she was up to, she told him I said she could wash the dogs on her own.

So. Not. True. Needless to say, it had been a morning for him as well.

Now I sit sipping an adult beverage, Eric is at yet another football game, and tonight? Tonight there is a thunderstorm rolling through and I’m looking forward to an early bed time for the kids and a “non-eventful” Sunday for all of us!

Cheers to the weekend!

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The Best Laid Plans

We do love our plans. We lay them all out. We just know that we’ve covered every base, any possibility. Ha! Tell that to anyone who has done a road trip with minions!

Starting off the day with a good run, we finished buttoning up the house, said some bittersweet goodbyes, and passed the inspection with flying colors, thus leaving our record of never having to pay to leave a house intact. Yahoo!

All loaded up we head to the gas station to top off the tanks and get the cars weighed jam packed. Eric notices this doozy:

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Why yes, that would be a random screw in the tire. Just the little piece of bling every tire needs for a cross country road trip! Not only did this delay our departure, but it also delayed lunch. Hangry minions + driving extendedly + emotions of moving = hot mess!

Here’s the breakdown:

Time we planned to leave: 1:30pm

Time we actually left: 4:30pm

QOTD via Hannah: “Are we in Texas yet?” We were in Mt Vernon, exactly 45 minutes from our now old house.

Leavenworth for coffee and taffy: 7pm

Arrival in Moses Lake, WA: 9:30pm

Biggest lesson of the day: Don’t drive into the evening. Why you ask? (Or perhaps you are laughing hysterically right now because you’ve done a journey like this with minions!) When we did finally lug up our stuff to the hotel room, the kids were jumping around like lunatics “practicing their moves”. (These would be light ‘saver’ moves. You know, in case we randomly get attacked by Darth Vader. Judging from their moves, Vader better watch himself!)

A good half hour of attempting to settle them down and they finally mellowed enough for teeth brushing and lights out. We also bribed them with pool time tomorrow morning if they would just go to sleep. Bribery works every time! Muahahahaha! I often laugh to myself as I remember thinking thinks like, “my kid will never…” or “I will always…”. HA! Nothing like a dose of reality to realize that we are much better parents before we actually become one!

Lesson number 2 gleaned from the day: it’s always a good idea to stop and take in the view! Heading east, we were able to witness a stunning sunset in our rearview mirrors!

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After an eventful day 1, I’m hitting the sack! Up and at ’em again in the morning! They do have a dreadmill in the hotel that I will most likely use for my morning 5K. As my friend Susan says, “A 5k a day keeps the PCS blues away!”

I couldn’t agree more. Even if it is on a dreadmill!