Hungry Little Monsters:A Lunch Post
After wasting time I decided to write,
looking at the clock I had a great fright.
It was time for hungry offspring to return from school,
I had to cook lunch! This is so uncool.
I panicked I flipped,
Into the kitchen I tripped.
What to cook,
I trembled, I shook.
Last time lunch was delayed,
Twin 2, on my shin she preyed!
On the first night of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
The chance to go out and watch Iron Man three!
On the second morning of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Two twins fighting and the chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the second afternoon of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Three older children screaming, two twins fighting and the chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the second evening of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
One gone out with friends husband, three older children screaming, two twins fighting and a chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the Sunday of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
Pancakes doused in syrup, one gone out with friends husband, three older children screaming, two twins fighting and a chance to go out and watch Iron Man 3.
On the Sunday evening of Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
A fridge depleted of groceries, a poop filled litter box, fifty loads of laundry, innumerable dirty dishes, crayon decorated walls, Cheerios covered carpets, one seriously in trouble husband, five brawling children and I don’t even remember seeing the damned movie.
On the Monday after Mother’s day weekend my family gave to me,
An empty house full of serenity.
This is what I got Sunday morning.
And two hand-made one of a kind bracelets made from fuzzy pipe cleaners and beads obtained from Dollarama.
This is some of what I dealt with when everyone was finally out of the house.
There were twice as many dishes in the sink and on the counter, and some were extracted from underneath beds and desks.
What were you treated to on Mother’s day?
All pics courtesy of moi.
I don’t know why I never watched this cartoon, but my Cauliflower introduced it to me this weekend. I wanted to write a post on Mother’s Day but I found this and have to share it. I couldn’t stop laughing. It’s so lumping funny!
I am sick today. And I sit here with a box of tissues, a bottle of hydrasense and a clove of burning garlic shoved in my aching ear. I am too sick to do anything but have random thoughts and watch boring shows on TV. Daytime television is bleh. There is more snow coming. “When the snows fall and the white winds blow…” the bus ain’t coming cause school is closed.
For Moms:
1. Make a huge amount of hot chocolate. Pour in a bottle of Benadryl. Give them as much as they like, they’ll all be out before you know it.
2. Send them outside and offer a ‘ten’ for every igloo they make. They’ll stay out of your hair the whole day. Then give them a dime for every igloo. What?
3. Send them over to Grandma’s. That is what parents are for. (Be sure to move to Florida after they get married and have their own kids.)
For Kids:
1. Make your own hot chocolate.
2. Offer to make breakfast and let Mom go back to sleep.
3. Clean the house while Mom sleeps.
4. Take care of younger brothers and sisters while Mom sleeps.
5. Make chicken sandwiches for lunch, feed everyone, then clean up the kitchen while Mom sleeps.
6. Make Mom the best cup of coffee/tea ever and serve it to her on a tray with a flower in bed.
7. If you can’t manage all the above, take all your brothers and sisters and go over to Grandma’s. Stay there.
Any more ideas for the next snow day?
(All pics courtesy of moi taken on Feb 8)
Our cat, Patchy Patch, is so awesome. Most cats are. And she loves to jump. This is her:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=YxZorzMIcYE
My daughter put her video up on You Tube. She is the most adored member of our family and can get away with murder, but she is such a sweetie. She doesn’t have any Diva demands like many cats, she does not come and sit on my head at 6 a.m demanding to be fed but waits patiently for everyone to get up and then she wants to be petted first. Her stomach is her second concern not her first. The only problem she does have is falling into the toilet whenever someone forgets to put the lid down. Which is often.
No, this is not Patchy, I would not embarrass her by posting a picture of her at her worst. This is someone else’s cat I found on Google Images. How could anyone do that to their cat?
She is the subject of many photographs shot by my five-5-year-old, Twin 1, who knows more about my cell phone than I do.
I don’t know how Patchy manages to keep her patience with a persistent five-year old who continuously sticks a camera up her nose.
Twin 1 takes pictures of everything. She says she is going to be a cake decorator when she grows up. I seriously doubt it.
(Cat in the toilet is courtesy of Google Images the rest are courtesy of Twin 1)
khaula Siddique 