we have been chock full o' sickies in this house and it is absolutely NOT been fun.
there has been fevers and whining, and glazed over pleading little eyes, and chest x-rays and flu swabs and and and....
but these kiddos are trooping through...mom is pretty worn out...but we are doing our best. and i guess that is just about all we can do right?
i have been determined to soak up all this glorious fallish-ness, sick or not, and we have been trolling the orchards all pumped full of tylenol, motrin, and antibiotics. we have been devouring fresh crisp cool macintosh apples picked off the trees, and staring at mums of brilliant hues...*sigh* fall.
so fevers and all, these beans are doing okay.
i am back at work, and enjoying my days there as well - i am super blessed, as i work two and a half days at my school, and am home the rest of the week. when people ask me if i like my schedule, i always smile and nod and say something nice-ish like,
"yes, it is so nice to have a weekend in the middle of my week."
but lets be frank people. i don't even really have a weekend on my actual weekend - so lets not pretend that wednesday or thursday resemble anything even similar to a weekend. they don't.
let me give you a peek. and tell you to have a superb rest of your weekend.
wednesday afternoon, i decided that i would venture to the nearby outdoor mall, as i wanted to window shop and check out a pair of jeans, as i had a freebie coupon. so the two smaller beans and i headed out on a mini field trip, and when we arrived, i should have known to turn the car around and just go home, as princess T was in the backseat calling me a "spy-cho" which is t speak for psycho, as i was going into the big people GAP, and not the kids one. but no...i was determined to carry out our trip to the wishing fountain and the slammin' sale section of anthropologie(me loves).
so we do the rounds and lastly hit up gap....T is already peeved, acting like i microwaved her my little ponies or something, when in reality, i thought i might buy myself a SWEATER. dear god how could i. she is walking by the nicely piled and perfectly folded shirts and unfolding them, then stacking them all messy-like back on the tables while glaring in my direction. as if to say "i'll show you."
So i quickly pack everyone up and head to the car...
oh no wait...that is what i SHOULD have done.
So i grab a few pair of pants, taking her nonsense with a GIANT grain of salt, throw a few sweaters on top of the stroller, and head to the fitting rooms. all the while T is SHOUTING. "I-WANT-TO-GO-TO-THE-KID-GAP-YOU-ARE-A-BAD-BAD-MOMMY." and stomping her little feet all with hands on her hips and everything- yup -the whole nine. and little benji....sweet as can be is sitting in the stroller looking at his truck book smiling and rocking his head side to side repeating "you bad-bad mommy..." over and over. LOVE it.
Once we are locked securely in the fitting room, i am ignoring her nonsense and trying on the few things i was able to grab, and she is punching the walls...all dramatic, with a wind up and then she slows down before her hand hits the wall, as she is really only trying to make a statement and not hurt herself of course.
*now would be a good time to mention that the store was BUSY. like black friday busy.
at this point i have had enough, and am just about ready to lose my mind....so i firmly grasp her arm, and tell her she has a one. which she knows is her gentle reminded to get her freaking act together.
so this child...no joke....GRABS her arm and starts yelling "OWWWWWW now i need a GIANT BAND-AID BECAUSE YOU PUNCHED ME SOOOOOO HARD OWWWWWWW."
i shit you not.
so i calmly continue to redress - and multitasking - (rolling my eyes into the back of my brain and thinking what a FULL time job might pay) i explain to her ,
"TEAGAN, you cannot say things like that, the police will come and take mommy away from you because they will think that mommy hurts you..."
hand on the hips and glaring, she states, "WELL THAN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T PUNCH ME SO HARD."
so we are holed up in the fitting room four days later and typing this, as i was simply too mortified to leave. can you bring me some coffee?
weekend my ass.