It is days like today that make me want to sell my children, burn down my house, set the dog "free", and shoot my husband. It is days like today that make me wish that I could just walk away from life with no ramifications. It is days like today that I find myself sitting on my sofa imagining that some annonomous benefacor, in my fantasies it is always a benefactor since practical peeople like myself don't gamble with the lottery, has heard of my plight and is going to finance all of my dreams so that I can walk away.
Today. What is there that I can say about today without getting angry all over again. Not much. I'll just have to work through it. I got up this morning at what I thought was pretty early. Yeah, not so much. All three of my children were up before me. Most kids would make enough noise to wake up their parents before they could really get into too much trouble. Not mine. Mine are stealthy. My 20 month old is in a monkey see monkey do stage of life so imitating her siblings prowess has become second nature. My three year old takes her cues from big brother. The 5 year old, the big brother ring leader, is ready to challenge the navy seals in moving about a house undetected.
So I get up thinking the kids are still in bed so I figure it would be nice treat to make a pancakes for breakfast as opposed to the usual frozen toaster waffels. (I buy in bulk at the commissary. 77 cents for a box of ten. Mama knows a good deal when she sees one) I go into the living room to turn the tv on when there they are lined up on the sofa. So far not alarmed, until I step onto the black carpet. Normally not what I would buy but I needed something to cover the floor as it was being re-done and it was 1/2 off. What can I say, I'm cheap. But I digress. So I step onto the carpet and feel a lot of small crunchy things under my bare feet. They had opened a brand new box of Chocolate Lucky charms cereal, eaten the marshmallows and dumped the chocolate cereal pieces on the floor and then ground them up. From the toys that were scattered about I imaganine that their cereal crunching tools of choice were either the matchbox cars, the building blocks, or a combonation of the two. At least I was able to get the majority of the mess cleaned up before my babysitting charge arrived.
Most people would be yelling at their husbands at this point to help them clean up the mess. No, wait. That's wrong. Most people would be yelling at their husbands to "come down here and see what your children are doing!!" Me, I look at the clock and if the time difference isn't too than I call my mother and whine to her. If I can't call her (she's three hours off from me) than I call my sister (she's only one hour difference). That is the normal in my life because I can't call my husband. My husband is currently on his 8th tour of duty in a war zone.
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