Sunday, December 9, 2007

No Rest for the Well Rested.

Tonight Alex had to hop on a plane to go to South Carolina for a couple of days. He volunteered to go to some sort of training. Bastard. I wish I had "training" to go to. Anyone want to set that up and I'll come visit you?

Anyway, we fed the kids in the car because I knew we would be in driving to the airport during dinner hours. We had to stop at Alex's office so he could pick up his work credit card. Again, bastard. Anyone want to give me a business card&#8212that you pay for?

Well, when Alex got out of the car to run up to his office and I saw Sam poke a sleeping Jack just prior to stealing his dinner, I knew it was going to turn out badly for me. Jack slept all the way home, right up until 2 or 3 minutes before we pulled into the driveway, at which point he became perky as hell. (That "well rested" up there in the title? That refers to Jack.)

So I did some work and futzed around a bit. Jack visited me now and again throughout the course of the evening. He showed up in our office/TV room holding a loaf of bread and pleading hunger. Because his dinner had been purloined, I made him a sandwich and damn if Mr. No-Eat ate the whole thing. Unbelievable. Maybe I should just wait to feed him until 9pm every night. Then he wanted cheese. Then the dog ate his cheese. Then he wanted more cheese. Then he gave the dog his cheese. Then I cut him off.

And then I didn't hear from him again for a long time.

At 10:15 I decided to take a shower and go to bed so when the little urchins wake me up at the crack of dawn tomorrow and I can't shove them off onto Alex, I would at least have had a lot of sleep.

Guess who showed up?

When my heart started again, after his sudden appearance scared the crap out of me, I sent him to bed and took my shower.

But now I can't go to bed with him wandering around the house so I have to stay up for awhile. I may be up for a long while.

Stay tuned for the post on the debacle that breakfast surely will be. Alex usually does that (and by "usually," I mean "always"), and I generally (and by "generally," I mean "every single time") make some terrible breakfast-ending, tear-inducing mistake when I make an attempt to fix morning food.

Wish me luck.

13 comments:

  1. Hmm. I hate change of plans almost as much as the original 'bad' plan. Guess I'm not so different from my children after all!
    Cheers

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  2. I'm not much of a traveler but I know the feeling of the other half taking off on a business trip and leaving all the home responsibilities in MY lap! UGH!
    I hope Jack decides to wander to bed soon - and that the kids decide dry cereal out of the box is just great in the morning!
    Luck!

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  3. Done. You have to come for training in Fredericksburg. We're running... let's see... you want it to be autism training, special ed training, or genealogy research training? I can even arrange child-free sleeping quarters in the quiet country with my mom...

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  4. Oy vey! Hope you finally got some sleep and that breakfast wasn/t oo much of a fiasco. I say take them OUT for breakfast! Make it an adventure...skip school (or go late), and make it FUN!

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  5. Hope all went well. Car rides late at night used to be the only way to get Bubba calm enough to sleep. Now we have to time them right or the above happens.

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  6. How did breakfast go - funny post - I enjoyed it.

    http://organizeddoodles.blogspot.com/

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  7. Breakfast actually turned out very well. I was worried because Jack asked me for a bagel and Alex said that bagels cause trouble. Not sure how...

    Joeymom: Be careful what you say or you might just find me on your doorstep one day!

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  8. Also, Joeymom, I love the e-card! Thank you!

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  9. Training. My place. In Australia. How to be a potty mouthed mum. Bring wine.

    Oh how I could have written that post. MPS tends to go away for work right on Mothers Day or my birthday or somesuch. Bastard.

    <3

    Kelley

    http://magnetoboldtoo.wordpress.com

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  10. Hmmm . . . I think the training most often offered at our fine establishment is "How to be a wino". Food is provided by (uncle)Doug, there is a friendly cat lap-warmer, and the only downside is listening to sometimes lengthy monologues by the chef/sommelier, but I guess that's par for the course at a training.

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  11. and by "often" I actually meant "frenquently"

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  12. Kelley and Claire, right after I get back from Joeymom's, I'm coming to see you guys. Claire, I may need some instruction on how to be a wino, but I think I might be able to teach part of the seminar on potty-mouthed parenting, Kelley.

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  13. Oh so funny. If you find some "training" to attend, let me know because I'm SO going.

    Jennifer, Le Binky Bitch

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