Happy 4th of July!
Ever have one of those days? You know the kind of day when the person previously organizing the neighborhood 4th of July parade decides her kids are too old for the parade and some how the organization of the parade falls into your lap? So you quickly make some signs and go with a neighbor to put in the neighborhood only to discover that no, packing tape won't stick to telephone poles, stay up way too late the night before burning patriotic music, get up early in the morning to buy size D batteries for your boombox, help your son dress up his bike, get your kids dressed in their red, white, and blue and properly decked out in sporty novelty headbands, tattoos, and bracelets? You lead a large crowd in the Pledge of Allegience (don't forget: it's indivisible, not invisible), and then march around the block trying to stay just far enough ahead of your son to get a decent picture?
The kind of day when about 40 of your friends come over to the house but you can't say more than two words to any of them because--oh no!--the corn needs to be replenished and is that person standing by himself? He needs to meet so and so. And, oh, four more kids need tattoos and, hey, everything is calm, but you can't talk coherently to anyone because you just realized you've had three glasses of wine and the last thing you ate was the four spoonfuls of frosting after making the mini cupcakes six hours earlier and you are absolutely incapable of coherent conversation? And the outdoor BBQ you planned is jeopordized by rain so you come up with the brilliant idea of putting the tables on the front porch so you're still outside, but if it rains, you have cover, and you wait for you husband to tell you what pure genius this idea is, but he just grunts and says, "Can I start grilling?" The kind of day when your son won't stop bugging you with the "Can I have a cupcake? Can I have a cookie? Can I have a chocolate pretzel?" until you finally say to him, "Why don't you just eat what you like and not tell me?" and you realize he's taken it to the next step and is eating cookies in his bed, is running down the street in his bare feet, and has convinced his friends it's okay to jump on his bed. And then when you finally calm down and everyone's fed and you're ready to socialize everyone leaves the party despite your begging them to stay?
The kind of day when you suddenly have a backyard, a front yard, a front porch, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, and a playroom to clean but you're exhausted and you have to blog and all you want to do is just sleep, but you kind of dread sleeping because the sooner your sleep the sooner you wake up and tomorrow is supposed to be a day full of rain and you don't have a single thing for your kids to do?
Yeah, me too.
The kind of day when about 40 of your friends come over to the house but you can't say more than two words to any of them because--oh no!--the corn needs to be replenished and is that person standing by himself? He needs to meet so and so. And, oh, four more kids need tattoos and, hey, everything is calm, but you can't talk coherently to anyone because you just realized you've had three glasses of wine and the last thing you ate was the four spoonfuls of frosting after making the mini cupcakes six hours earlier and you are absolutely incapable of coherent conversation? And the outdoor BBQ you planned is jeopordized by rain so you come up with the brilliant idea of putting the tables on the front porch so you're still outside, but if it rains, you have cover, and you wait for you husband to tell you what pure genius this idea is, but he just grunts and says, "Can I start grilling?" The kind of day when your son won't stop bugging you with the "Can I have a cupcake? Can I have a cookie? Can I have a chocolate pretzel?" until you finally say to him, "Why don't you just eat what you like and not tell me?" and you realize he's taken it to the next step and is eating cookies in his bed, is running down the street in his bare feet, and has convinced his friends it's okay to jump on his bed. And then when you finally calm down and everyone's fed and you're ready to socialize everyone leaves the party despite your begging them to stay?
The kind of day when you suddenly have a backyard, a front yard, a front porch, a living room, a dining room, a kitchen, and a playroom to clean but you're exhausted and you have to blog and all you want to do is just sleep, but you kind of dread sleeping because the sooner your sleep the sooner you wake up and tomorrow is supposed to be a day full of rain and you don't have a single thing for your kids to do?
Yeah, me too.
2 Comments:
You are such an awesome mom! I guess your mother must be beaming with pride. She really entertained H at the luncheon a couple of weekends ago. Enjoy the buzz, the cleaning can wait!
The tables on the porch - pure genius
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