Wednesday, there was a bunny in our garage. I didn't mind it, it's cute, it's not a pet and no one is going to be fearful of going out to get a bike or a diet coke with a long eared baby ball of fluff hopping around.
Thursday, there is a four foot long black rat snake in our garage hunting.
Friday. Since there was no mongoose lurking outside my door, I called the exterminators.
2. Because Life isn't Thrilling Enough
I also had to call 911 yesterday when I smelled gas in the kitchen. I'd relit the pilot lights, run the fans and after 15 minutes to clear the air and still having it, two huge (made my 12 passenger van look puny) fire trucks pull up and check everything out. Everything is fine. No worries. But it did mean the evening was semi-shot.
3. Bummed...Bummed...Bummed.
May was supposed to be the big movie month with Iron Man 3 and StarTrek II. We didn't make it last week and somehow, some of the steam for going has been lost, and the reviews for the second flight of Abrams' Enterprise crew has left me feeling like it might not be worth the thirty bucks. Has anyone seen Iron Man 3? Is it a good flick for a date night? Need to discover something to obsess over until the next season of BBC's Sherlock Holmes comes out.
4. Facebook asks what's on my mind? Apparently too much. Paul's teacher said, "I bet you're looking forward to Sunday?" and my brain when completely into panic mode ...like What DID I FORGET? IS THERE SOMETHING ON THE SCHEDULE THAT I FORGOT TO WRITE UP? AHHHHH and she looked at me, "It's your day...Mother's day?"
Ohhhhhh. Yeah. You meant me. I'm better now.
5. What do you want to do for Mother's day?
Now that I think of it, I want to assemble the grill, have brisket or ribs or steaks, and set a plan for painting and re caulking the bathrooms. If any of my children are reading this, I'd also like a gym membership.
6. Homeland Security
No, I'm not doing a political post. It's just I'm having to stand guard outside Paul's room to make sure lights go out. It isn't just him though, my other kids have become accustomed to bedtime extensions that have become the bedtime expectations. 8 has become 8:30 has become 9 has become....after nine. After nine, I am not interested in parenting.
So after multiple attempts and parental warnings, my husband employed a tactic to get all of the children's attention. He turned off the power to the upstairs. Suddenly, beds looked MUCH more attractive. I'm hoping any child that reads this blog didn't make it this far but dutifully left after #5 to go hold a meeting with their fellow siblings about Mother's day so they don't find out what their father did.
7. File under A...for Annoying.
My children put out the trash and recycling. Sometimes they get to it the evening before, sometimes it is last minute the morning of...today was one of those "the morning of" moments. I go out to run the kids to school and find an orange paper slapped on my recycling bin at 7:30, the contents within still not picked up. The note explained that the recycling was not picked up because it was not curbside by 7 o'clock a.m. So someone works for the county to leave notes to those who don't put out their stuff before 7 after the truck goes by? I admit, I felt tempted (out of annoyance) to put said recyclables in the trash in response. I didn't, but are we really saving the Earth if we have a person paid to drive around leaving notes on why recycling didn't get picked up?
