skip to main |
skip to sidebar
I can't believe we made it! To church, that is. It is family tradition to attend the Sunrise Service at our church on Easter morning at 6:30am. Yes, you read that correctly, 6:30am. J. & I had our phone alarms set for 5:10am (mine) and 5:30am (his) so we would not oversleep. You can probably guess what happened. So at 5:58am J. wakes up to use his inhaler because he can't breathe. I have never been so happy for his asthma as I was yesterday because at that moment he happened to look at the clock before dozing back off and had one of those oh-shit-moments.
Yes, we need to leave the house by 6:15am to squeak in at the last moment and that was, oh, only 17 minutes from now.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!
He quickly woke me up and somehow in my daze I got dressed and brushed my teeth, woke up the Muss, put make-up on, brushed and hair-sprayed my hair, the Muss' hair, sent her in the wake up Kiki while J. woke up Boo, brushed Boo's hair and told him to get dressed FAST. FRENZY of activity. The list goes on.
Let's pause for a brief moment and talk about Boo. Now here is a boy who cannot be rushed. Telling him to hurry is like telling a snail to hurry. He just can't ooze along amy faster. In fact, if you tell him to hurry he just short circuits and goes even slower. And he had to BUTTON. HIS. SHIRT. Thank heavens his shoes were velcro or my head would have promptly exploded into a million particles right there in the living room.
Now Kiki. Oh my. We had not done a trial run with the dress before that morning and that was an error in judgment on my part. Oh yes it was. I put the dress on her and she immediately began to writhe and scream DON'T LIKE IT! DON'T WANT THE DRESS, DON'T LIKE IT and then pulled and squirmed making it exceedingly difficult to button said dress. Then came the socks. She was no more pleased with the ruffled socks than she was with the dress and don't even get me started on the shoes. They were most definitely put on this earth to be a toddler torture device. Somehow I managed to get her dressed and ready despite all of this in about 3.5 minutes.
The Muss grabbed Easter hats and J. grabbed Boo's belt and we bolted out the door at 6:20am. The interstate was empty (shocking for a Sunday at 6:20am, I know), I put on my jewelry in the van and we made it to church at 6:32am.
Mighty impressive, I know. And we didn't look half bad.
Footnote: As I was lying on my sofa later in my food coma and exhausted from the day, my phone alarm went off at 5:10pm. Typical.
I came home from work today to find J. sitting on the sofa in the downstairs family room folding laundry and watching Oprah.
via text messaging
me: did you get cupcakes and juice for boo's birthday at school today?
J.: yes, got cupcakes and juice. Muss had a fit about shoes this morning, she hates them all
me: oh yes, the shoes. Were they poking and rubbing in all the wrong places.
J.: yes, they live to make her life miserable...along with her socks.
via text messaging
me: cotton candy = crack for Kiki
J.: and no nap...this will end in flames.
me: surely it will
We awoke this morning to a very chilly home.
Actually, laying in bed with the kids, I didn't even notice because we have to keep a space heater going in our bedroom at night otherwise our room would ALWAYS be a meat locker. It is right above the garage, poorly insulated, you catch my drift. But after letting Trooper out, J. came in to announce that the furnace was not working and it was 57 degrees in the house. Brrrrrr.
We have old wiring and such so I figured it was just a circuit breaker or something easy like that, I mean why would a furnace that is less than 4 years old go out for any reason. It is practically new!! Of course, he had already thought of the circuit breaker thing and that was not the issue. Dang.
To top it off, it is Sunday and any respectable furnace guy is going to charge a billion dollars an hour to come over and look at it. First we called the guy who installed the furnace since it is, after all, still under warranty. He was walking into church and said he would call us back when he got out. So he did. When he told us how much it would cost an hour for him to come out on a Sunday, I thought how can this guy even call himself a Christian. I hope he went to confession. Whatever.
I perused the phone book and saw an ad that said 24-hour service at regular rates! and NO OVERTIME RATES EVER! and figured this was my guy. I had J. call him. He is conveniently preparing to leave on vacation, but referred us to a friend of his who covers for him when he is gone. I think this is code for "I'm really not going to come on a Sunday at regular rates, you fool! Call this dude and then we split the cash." J. calls furnace guy #3 and he is home sick with the flu. At this point, I am sure there is some conspiracy to get us to pay the above quoted billion dollars an hour to have someone look at our furnace. In defense of furnace guy #3, however, I will say that he did try to talk J. through some quick fixes on the phone. None of which worked, but he did put out substantially more effort than furnace guys #1 and #2.
In the end, we are just having to go without heat for a day. Luckily it is not sub-zero and we have a slight warm-up going on. The Muss and Boo are currently with J. and friends at a place that has all-you-can-eat pizza and ice cream and at least 50 million square feet of games and rides. They are not worried at all. Kiki is sick and home with me and is currently sleeping her baby cares away upstairs in the 1 warm room of the house.
Me, I am going to tie this entry up and eat some pizza myself while sitting on the sofa with a blanket and this laptop to watch that last Desperate Housewives episode I still haven't seen. Yeah, the after-the-tornado episode, I'm a little behind. I can't believe no one has told me what happened yet.
via text messaging:
J.: I think you've officially lost all nail clippers in the house
me: they're around
just look harder
J: my point is I shouldn't have to, we have like 8 of them total
me: oh
didn't know you were trying to make a point
later in the minivan on the way to the Muss' tennis lesson:
boo: mama, what are we having for dinner?
me: minestrone soup and grilled cheese
boo: yummy, yummy, yummy, get your yummies here (sung to the tune of lolli, lolli, lolli, get your adverbs here from Schoolhouse Rock)
me: so you are pleased?
boo: yep. am I so funny?
After a long hiatus, I'm going to give this blogging thing a go again. I figured I would start with the photos because those are easy and require little thought. I now think I have posted in just over a month more than I did the entire year of 2007. Off to a good start. I know I have lived and forgotten lots of things that I'm not going to get back so I going to attempt to be more diligent about it this time. After that huge run-on sentence, if you are looking for grammar lessons . . . this is not your website.
