Grumpy Bear

Oy. What a day.

This will be another pictureless post. I'm just not in the mood.

So the kids - all four - woke me up before 6:30 this morning for breakfast. Six-thirty!! Who knew such a time even existed?

My friends, I don't do mornings. My kids don't do mornings, either. They normally awake around 9 or 10. Or 11. What's this 6:30 crap?! I blame the new one.

(According to her mother, she usually goes to bed much later than the 9:30 - 10 pm we sent them last night, which is why she got up so early. Um. Huh? She's eight.)

So I told them all to go downstairs and get a banana while I finished waking up. They did.

They went back to play in Jack and Chloë's room - not at all quietly - so I lingered in bed for maybe another hour. Then I hopped right in the shower - a warm one, for once - to wake up fully and make them a proper breakfast of scrambled eggs and toast.

They played Wii Fit all morning, while I languished on the couch. I was tired and very, very cranky. All. Day. Long. Six-thirty isn't cool. It's Spring Break, for Pete's sake!

Jack was a cranky old man all morning, so at 10:30, I sent him upstairs for a nap. He slept until 3 PM!! You see what I'm sayin'? We just don't do mornings.

We did a craft with the pretty, crushed-up egg shells from making scrambled eggs, deviled eggs, and egg salad since Easter. I've been saving them in anticipation. This craft has been on my mind for a couple of weeks. Chloë's been dying to know what it was going to be.

Well, it pretty much sucked! Chloë hated the medium (egg shells), and it was messy, and gunky, and didn't work so well. More about that tomorrow when I post the pictures, but needless to say, the rest of the huge bowl of shells were dumped out in our "compost pile" outside (it's really not, but one day it will be).

We went outside to play in the sunshine - there was a chill, and I should've made them put on light jackets, but I didn't, because I'm stupid like that. When Jack finally came down, we walked to the playground. After five hours of nap, you'd think he'd be in excellent spirits, but he was a crankster some more. Halfway through park time, he snapped out of it and became quite cheerful.

I wish I could say the same about myself. When Rob came home, he laughed that I was "full of piss and vinegar." I guess I was, but all I really wanted was a nap, dammit!

No time for that. Sophie went down for a nap, the boys went out to get the stuff to plant Soap's tree, and Chloë and I ... hung out, I guess. I don't recall.

Stim and baby Caro came while the boys were gone, and I was rightly embarrassed about the condition of the house. But oh well. My MIL sent me a nice poem to help me "relax" (which is like telling the Pope to be Jewish, but I'm tryin'!):

Although you'll find the house a mess,

Come in, sit down, converse.

It doesn't always look like this,

Sometimes it's even worse.

 

I love it! Very fitting for us in this season of life.

 

Rob and I went out for drinks and dinner at TGI Friday's, using their new "More Stripes" program. We had 1-cent appetizers at the bar (no alkie for me, of course) and $1 entrées at the table. Sweet! Except I had no appetite for anything, until it struck me that all I really wanted was mashed potatoes from KFC. Rob used to ply me with those things when I was so sick and nauseous with the twin pregnancy. We stopped for taters, and later, when I ate them, they totally did the trick. I finally got something filing in my belly that didn't want to come right back up. It's kind of contraband, being all carbs, but at this point it's best to have something, I think.

 

Anyway. I'm really babbling right now. I think I'll curl up next to Rob and zonk. Ta.

 

Fin.

 

P.S. The sleepover went well, except our guest turned out to be quite the bossy know-it-all, take-overy type, which drove me nucking futs. I'm glad it's over and am in no hurry to repeat the experience anytime soon!