I babysit on Thursdays. Yesterday I had two boys. The other guy I usually watch didn't come because his mom started her maternity leave. After I worked out, I treated the boys to some time at the park down the street. The park wasn't on my original agenda for the day, but I decided to squeeze it in.
Carter is just beginning to utilize the English language. I announced in the car driving home from the gym, 'Who wants to go to the park?' After much celebrating, Carter hissed at me: 'That's not fair.' I'm guessing he's heard older brother Theodore toss that phrase around willie-nillie and decided to see if he could get any mileage out of it.
After calculating in a little outdoor fun, I believed that I would still have enough time to get something done at home.
There was so much to do at home. MUCH. After spending the summer focused on staging food prep/eating areas in obscure places around the house to compensate for our kitchen construction, drastic oversights had taken place in other rooms of the house. The upstairs was a free-for-all. The lack of organization was most obvious when all Hell broke loose yesterday morning due to a Hoodie shortage.
How could the kids not locate a hoodie? I could open a used hoodie store. My stock in this wardrobe area is plentiful. If my kids couldn't locate a hoodie, then someone needed to tear the house apart. My growing agenda: park with the tots, hoodie hunting, vacuum/organize the upstairs, blog writing during nap time.
|This is a pile of 20 hooies that I gathered yesterday - and that isn't including the 5 that the kids wore to school today. Hoodie shortage my ass!|
|Confession time: my room, good will.|
|Laddie's bed. Yes a drum is part of this mess. He hasn't touched it for years.|
In Eddie's room I dug up some hoodies. I snapped photos and texted those to Eddie. Done? Yes, he had either outgrown or become uninterested. Score. . . a hoodie for Tank. Tank hates hand-me-downs, so I would hear about it. Beggars can't be choosie, particularly when beggars are in need of hoodies because they don't put their own stuff away and as a result can't find the sweatshirts that fit them.
|Tank and Reggie's room - laundry I placed on Tank's bed landed right back on the floor today.|
The plumbers showed up to work on the kitchen just as I was spreading the PB&J. They kindly threatened to turn off my water for a bit. (kindly - because any work done here is progress. I refuse to stand in the way of progress to get a functioning kitchen. It's only been 2.5 weeks since it was gutted, but I still recognize progress as an end-in-sight kind of thing. By all means - turn off the water).
I did hesitate for just a moment before I asked them when and for how long the water would be off. My laundry piles might topple over and smother someone - thus the short guys being relegated to play in the basement. No water shut off until Saturday. I abandoned my PB&J project for a moment and raced upstairs to start a load. I mentally added 'completing laundry' to my pesky agenda.
Damn agenda just kept growing. I felt like coining a phrase from Carter: 'That's not fair.'
Oh, it doesn't end here. Tune in next time for: plumbing news, hymn singing, typing for Mom, the reluctant carpooler, searching for books, forgotten practice, breakfast sandwiches, and undeniable exhaustion. Yep, all in a day.