Kids I sit for had a half day, which meant Zach and Susie had no preschool. Matt would be at my house before lunch instead of after school only. He's bossy - to put it mildly. Baby Billy was visiting his grandma, so he wasn't there. Still, it made for a full house and a busy day. It rained most of the day, so it was going to be an indoor play day. Swell.
Coach left for his 2nd of 3 weekends out of town. He is new to the teaching program, and by way of trying to make himself available whenever possible inadvertently signed up for a class that was sandwiched between two others.
I was fed up (not really appropriate to use past tense here - it is an ongoing emotion that I cannot shake) that the bathroom AND kitchen were not being worked on in a timely manner. Bathroom was supposed to take 3 days - as I write this we are getting dangerously close to 6 weeks. I texted the cell number for the Italian Stallion (oh, he is like 67 years old, so just a nickname because he is from Italy - don't read into it) to Coach. Coach was sitting at an airport waiting to take off. I suggested that he call Stallion.
30 minutes later, after I served breakfast to the masses, and cleaned up a kitchen, and changed countless poop diapers, I called Coach. 'Have you called Stallion yet?' Coach seemed offended that I even asked. 'I am about to board my flight!' Me: 'Oh yeah, well what have you been doing for the last 30 minutes? You don't want to know what I've been doing!'
I fumed about my Stallion issues for the remainder of the day. I typically call his cell over and over - like maybe 18 times- until he finally texts me that he will call me later. Sometimes he calls, sometimes he doesn't. I have told him refund us and we will find someone else to do the work. I mean, COME ON!
The bright part of my morning was that Mini woke up and announced that she was ready for a haircut. Since she could no longer get a brush thru her hair, she figured it was time. No comment. I played it cool, but the instant she was out the door I texted my hairdresser for her availability.
When the babysitting kids got picked up at 4:00, I went for a run. 15 minutes into my run, Mini texted for a ride home from tennis practice. 30 minutes early?!! I ordered her to walk across the street to the library and wait for me. I would not end my run early. I NEEDED TO LET OFF SOME STEAM.
When I got to the library, my 14 yr old daughter was incredibly hungry which makes her floppy. The hair was flipping around. This is a thing she does on the rare occasion that her mop ISN'T in a messy bun and she wants it out of her face. I always say things like: 'what about just a small clip?' She scoffs at me. Her remove-hair-from-face maneuver involves an entire upper body sway and swoosh. I wondered if she had any bones in her 5'10" frame. That's a tall structure to not have much control over. That candy-bar commercial says it best. She was 'hangry' with me when I checked out a couple of movies. 'Did you get some homework done?' I asked her. 'I slept,' she mumbled. 'I need to eat.' Really?
|She was not pleased that I snapped this |
after she retrieved the flowers from the
library. She probably suspected it would
land in my blog. Hey, you supply me
with material - then you pay the price.
I called Reg at home. 'Heat up some of the leftover pizza casserole for Mini right now. We have to leave in a minute for her haircut.' We grabbed her dinner and raced away to relieve her 'messy-bun' affliction.
|One of the chocolate quinoa balls|
is missing because I figured
I would sample one before
sticking them in the fridge.
Great news: they are delicious
chilled or recently created!
And people, I FOUND it. Heaven. At last.