It's a rainy, rainy Sunday, race fans.
Some of you may hate that. I guess if you were getting married in a garden today or having 142 people over for a cookout, then you REALLY hate that it's a rainy day. But I love it. I love a rainy day. I love a rainy night. How many times have I compared myself to Eddie Rabbit? Don't make me put that song on the juke box again.
I got a late start yesterday on making things for our meal today so I was up late last night. I was taking a pie out of the oven and assembling a seven layer salad at about 11pm. I think it was midnight when I climbed into bed. I knew I would be tired today, but I also knew that we would appreciate a good meal. Right now, with the baby and all, there's no way I can get up and make the food on Sunday morning AND get everyone ready AND get myself ready AND get to church on time. So it has to get done the night before. It's not like I was up late playing poker.
Our lunch did turn out very nicely. We had roast and carrots (in the crock pot overnight) and mashed potatoes and green beans (those two I did have to do this morning, but how hard is that?) and the seven layer salad (which actually turned out to be a six layer salad because I forgot to buy the frozen peas...but personally, I liked it as well if not better without those peas). We haven't eaten the pie yet. I made a pumpkin pie because it's one that we all like (of course now that I have said that out loud, all my children will go into convulsions at the sight of it and say they never liked it and please don't make them eat it....). We'll eat it after church tonight.
Baby J began screaming during lunch and has kept that up intermittently throughout this rainy afternoon. Maybe he's one of the people who hates the rain. No Eddie Rabbit is he. Actually I don't know what his problem is. It's kind of like he's mad. We can't figure out what the problem is.
And he's not telling.
I tried to take a nap.
And I did take one with him (the screamer) in a handful of minutes when he stopped the screaming. Then after I fed him, he wanted to party and I wanted to continue the nap....so I took him out to his playpen. The rest of the nap time was spent with the other members of the family trying to appease/quiet him while they took turns coming in to me every three and a half minutes to ask me extremely important questions like "How do you spell WAS?" and "Can I go to PBSkids.com on the computer?" and "Can I have a snack since it's been twenty seconds since we got up from eating our lunch?" and "What two colors can I use to make the color blue if I don't want to use a blue crayon?"
Here's the thing that annoys me:
Some of the time when they asked me these questions (and there were many more questions of equal importance), they would have just left the room they were in where their father, the other adult in this family, was with them.
Why would you go into another room
and wake the napping adult
when you were just within arm's reach
of an adult who could have answered your question?!?!
But I know they do that because they know that they won't like their father's answer or what comes along with it. I was so annoyed that I would tell them they had to ask him anyway. If I could only get three and a half minutes of peace and quiet at a time, I was not going to answer any questions during those interruptions. I was off duty. Or trying to be.
Until Lloyd Dobbler had had all he could take
with the three jitterbugs and the screaming infant.
And then "Sporadically Interrupted Nap Time" was over.
So that's been my afternoon.
Is it any wonder that reading fiction
is becoming more and more appealing to me?
Some of you may hate that. I guess if you were getting married in a garden today or having 142 people over for a cookout, then you REALLY hate that it's a rainy day. But I love it. I love a rainy day. I love a rainy night. How many times have I compared myself to Eddie Rabbit? Don't make me put that song on the juke box again.
I got a late start yesterday on making things for our meal today so I was up late last night. I was taking a pie out of the oven and assembling a seven layer salad at about 11pm. I think it was midnight when I climbed into bed. I knew I would be tired today, but I also knew that we would appreciate a good meal. Right now, with the baby and all, there's no way I can get up and make the food on Sunday morning AND get everyone ready AND get myself ready AND get to church on time. So it has to get done the night before. It's not like I was up late playing poker.
Our lunch did turn out very nicely. We had roast and carrots (in the crock pot overnight) and mashed potatoes and green beans (those two I did have to do this morning, but how hard is that?) and the seven layer salad (which actually turned out to be a six layer salad because I forgot to buy the frozen peas...but personally, I liked it as well if not better without those peas). We haven't eaten the pie yet. I made a pumpkin pie because it's one that we all like (of course now that I have said that out loud, all my children will go into convulsions at the sight of it and say they never liked it and please don't make them eat it....). We'll eat it after church tonight.
Baby J began screaming during lunch and has kept that up intermittently throughout this rainy afternoon. Maybe he's one of the people who hates the rain. No Eddie Rabbit is he. Actually I don't know what his problem is. It's kind of like he's mad. We can't figure out what the problem is.
And he's not telling.
I tried to take a nap.
And I did take one with him (the screamer) in a handful of minutes when he stopped the screaming. Then after I fed him, he wanted to party and I wanted to continue the nap....so I took him out to his playpen. The rest of the nap time was spent with the other members of the family trying to appease/quiet him while they took turns coming in to me every three and a half minutes to ask me extremely important questions like "How do you spell WAS?" and "Can I go to PBSkids.com on the computer?" and "Can I have a snack since it's been twenty seconds since we got up from eating our lunch?" and "What two colors can I use to make the color blue if I don't want to use a blue crayon?"
Here's the thing that annoys me:
Some of the time when they asked me these questions (and there were many more questions of equal importance), they would have just left the room they were in where their father, the other adult in this family, was with them.
Why would you go into another room
and wake the napping adult
when you were just within arm's reach
of an adult who could have answered your question?!?!
But I know they do that because they know that they won't like their father's answer or what comes along with it. I was so annoyed that I would tell them they had to ask him anyway. If I could only get three and a half minutes of peace and quiet at a time, I was not going to answer any questions during those interruptions. I was off duty. Or trying to be.
Until Lloyd Dobbler had had all he could take
with the three jitterbugs and the screaming infant.
And then "Sporadically Interrupted Nap Time" was over.
So that's been my afternoon.
Is it any wonder that reading fiction
is becoming more and more appealing to me?
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3 comments:
You don't think the baby is getting an ear infection, do you?
I was crackin' UP reading this blog today because that is EXACTLY what happens at my house!! I swear you are a fly on my wall and just flew back over to your pretty house and blogged about what you saw over here!! It NEVER ceases to amaze me that my children will walk three miles to find me when their father is sitting right in the same room with them!! And they ask me the SAME questions your's ask you. I'm sure you were just plagiarizing from my house. But it sounded much funnier reading that it was happening over there than when it does happen here. It's just annoying here.
I truly understand your need for fiction now! You are so patient; little JP knew that if he woke me up from my Sunday nap he better be bleeding or the house better be on fire. I guess I've just been so verbal and generally cranky after lunch on Sunday that everyone WANTS me to take a nap and wake up and be my back to my normal sunny disposition. There ya go Bell, be really cranky and make it known (by general announcement)that unless they want you to increase in crankiness you must have a nap! Try that today..start practicing today for Sunday nap. It's never to early to practice napping procedure.
Can you tell I feel strongly about naps?
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