Tuesday Afternoon

I just went to pick my kids up from school, or rather the two older ones, the wee monster is home with me all day. Anyway, my house is now filled with this:

Son #1 to Wee monster – “Why are you bothering me? I’m trying to do my homework.”
Me: “Leave your brother alone and let him finish his work.”
Son #2 “I have this Pokemon and he does blahalahababalahlalabala and has blah HP”
Son #1 – “Really? Is that *insert name of Pokemon I don’t care about here*”
Me – “Kids, leave your brother alone! Do your homework!”
Wee one – giggles and tells oldest brother to open the clamshell jewelry case she found earlier just like the tyrant she is
Text from Husband who offers to stop at market on the way home from work
I text back, promising sexual favors in return
More chaos from kids, breaking my little moment with my dude.
Me – “sigh”
Wee one – “Momma, what are those lines around your eyes?”
Me – “sigh. Wrinkles. Go away and leave your brother alone”
Wee one – “oh. Do they hurt? can we watch Max and Ruby? Can I have a popsicle? I want to wear my princess dress.”

My life? She is so glamorous.

4 comments to “Tuesday Afternoon”

  1. Karen Erickson
    February 26th, 2008 at 6:52 pm · Link

    Sigh, kinda sounds like my life. Oh the joys of Max & Ruby! Ruby & Max! LOL I have cats now named Max & Ruby I’ll have you know…


  2. Christine
    February 27th, 2008 at 10:33 am · Link

    The fun never ends. Just hope they can always do the homework. When my daughter started having problems w/ the math I was the one crying.

  3. Janet H
    February 27th, 2008 at 4:34 pm · Link

    Maybe life is normal most of the time and glamorous some of the time? I’ll take some of the time.

    I remember those days. Tell the kids you’re changing your name from Mom to “it’s a secret and you can’t complain anymore unless you guess it.”

    Didn’t work for me, either.

  4. Amanda
    February 28th, 2008 at 2:10 am · Link

    I feel for you. I really do. My little girl is 4 and in the stage of “Why” to everything. And my 7 year old wishes I’d let him do the Pokemon thing, but instead tells me all about the games he plays on the internet or Xbox. Yeah, childhood.