oh just a day...

things that occurred today, for fun:

-pooped BEFORE morning coffee, causing me to question whether or not to even bother to DRINK any coffee...conundrum
-arrived at tennis lessons early
-drop entire icey water bottle under car
-played for a while
-tennis lessons begin
-other 3 children fight over "communal" snack.
-fight continues, louder and shriekier.
-communal snack flies into air. gonezo.
-two of three girls fight for my lap while i TRY to discuss fave show, intervention with friend, during tennis
-tennis concludes
-off for a "quick swim" at my parent's pool
-arrive, enter...open a bottle of water, have sip
-look out door, realize left van slider door open
-attempt to go outside to shut it, fall down three wooden steps
-immediately examine arm: forearm appears to have grown a second elbow.
-ponder the possibility of BONE sticking out?
-panic under INTENSE amount of pain i am suddenly struggling with
-parents arrive
-husband arrives
-phone calls made
-ER advised
-several hours later, i leave with a prescription for conjunctivitis.
-no joke
-i do realize that pinkeye is a much gross, and cuter way to describe ailment.
-cousin calls to say her dad (my uncle) is on way to (same) ER for constant vomitting/diahhrea
-kids dress up in wrist brace and sling
-try to leave parents but son's modeling agency calls with audition for part in feature film
-return to let dog out that has been cooped up all day.
-refuses to exit house due to rain.
-dog is limping and bumps head into door. just great.
-same cousin texts saying her mysterious two week nausea could be TUMOR on ovary. lord.
-open thank you card from cousin whose dad just passed. BAWL eyes out.
-i was her ROCK through all of it. who? me?
-attempt to clean children in bath.
-0ne has yearly physical tomorrow.
-the other a chance to be in a movie.
-clip fingernails.
-bang arm three thousand times.


then magically the red sox are on...and all is okay.

interesting.

so. while typing previous post, remy comes to the stairs calling my name. i immediately do the annoying "shhhh" as miss charlotte is up here too (in the other room napping)...so she plops her butt on the stairs below me as i type, and inevitably, block her out. this is what i hear:

me: type type type

her: rablbelbhoeoe SCISSORS slepe cuz then CUT boto into rabble rablle the ROBOT adnthow MOMMY mubmelble SO COOL.

me: type type type (i am SO adept at ignoring my children when i want to)

her: did you HEAR ME or do i have to REPEAT MYSELF? MOMMY? HELLO?

okay. blog over. time to do more. notice less.

the things they have learned...so proud

my kids are sweaty and thirsty walking into dance class, so we dart into the little newpaper store nearby (which in my entire life LIVING in this town, i have YET to ever be inside- weird right?)...anyway, there was only a vending/soda machine. overflowing with cruddy choices. eh, whatever. the battle against dehydration is a never-ending fight. we must stand up to it fearlessly, with WHATEVER resources available...i digress; they both choose ginger ale. then this happens:

me: you BOTH want ginger ale? then why don't you just SPLIT a can?

remy*: i do NOT want to SHARE a can with him...(insert sassy head bob here)...i am NOT drinking his backwash..."

ezra**: yah, i am NOT drinkin HER backwash EITHER...

me: alrighty then. (insert shocked face here-who are these children?)

**age 6- learns about 'backwash' and teaches concept to younger sister
*age 4- applies learned material in context with extra sass for good flavor