Story Of My Life
So my children are on vacation. Tucson, Arizona to visit my grandparents. Two weeks away from home. It's weird. Quiet. Not until your kids are gone, do you realize how much you really need them. Not to say that I am complaining about getting a break to just be a grown up. Listen to music with out skipping through explicit lyrics. Watching movies and not having to tell anyone to go upstairs. Not worrying about bath time or bed time, or brushing hair, or making breakfast etc. etc. etc. I do miss them though, they are a huge part of who I am.
Anyway, it's Friday. I have the day off, and I got no kids. I'm sleeping in right? Syke! Someone is calling us at 8:30 in the morning. Not having caller i.d. and knowing that no one ever calls the house phone for me, I pretend to not hear it, like I am still sleep. Did you just say selfish? Luckily for me -- I can deal with that. He got up of course, went downstairs, and answered the phone with such irritation I was sure that the person on the other end would have hung up; from the length of waiting if not from the tone in his voice. Once again, I was wrong. The ice in his voice instantly melted away, "Hi baby!" Oh, I thought, the girls have not forgotten that it is time to wake us up...not even if they were miles away, in another state! He came up stairs and I felt bad when he told Simone that I was sleep, so I rolled over. How sweet was the sound of their voices. Well I was up at the point. So I washed dishes, straightened up around the house, checked email -- OK I checked twitter and before I knew it it was 10:30 in the morning. Larry was up ready to go for a walk. So we went.
The weather was beautiful, and the walk was nice. But why did I not realize that I had neglected to eat breakfast? It was nearly noon and I hadn't even had a cup of coffee. If you sat anywhere near the coffee machine at my job, you know that this kind of anomaly does not happen to me. And then it hit me. My girls remind me to eat. They are walking alarm clocks. Time to wake up, time to eat, time for snack, time to nap, time for baths, time for bed and so on and so on. Needless to say the whole I forgot to eat thing happened for the rest of the day. The burger I ate for lunch was the only meal I had all day. What about dinner you ask? A crumb cake and coffee. How did I survive without my kids? I guess that was what my mother was (is?) for.
They left reminders behind as well that they would be back. Or maybe that this was there house. Or maybe so that we wouldn't forget them? I don't know really but when I made the bed, I noticed a set of jammies under the pillows. And then as if a reminder to eat something, I noticed the little plastic dinosaur that Simone and Noelle might one day rip each others hair out over, was just kickin it in the fridge behind the sugar. I couldn't help but to chuckle.
Had they been here today, the nothing filled day would have felt like a day wasted. But instead it was relaxing. I sat by the pool for two hours (and yes went up a shade on the brown scale). I didn't do my hair, I would post a picture as proof but its kinda scary I cant lie. And I am currently on a painting break as I write this. Oh and last night I got in two blogs! No bed time. It's insane! I must admit though, I miss my divas. The bickering, the tears, the love, all of it. My home is empty without them. It will be a long two weeks. I'm definitely going to have to write myself away from the edge of insanity caused by not knowing what to do with my time. Stay tuned to see how well I do.
So my children are on vacation. Tucson, Arizona to visit my grandparents. Two weeks away from home. It's weird. Quiet. Not until your kids are gone, do you realize how much you really need them. Not to say that I am complaining about getting a break to just be a grown up. Listen to music with out skipping through explicit lyrics. Watching movies and not having to tell anyone to go upstairs. Not worrying about bath time or bed time, or brushing hair, or making breakfast etc. etc. etc. I do miss them though, they are a huge part of who I am.
Anyway, it's Friday. I have the day off, and I got no kids. I'm sleeping in right? Syke! Someone is calling us at 8:30 in the morning. Not having caller i.d. and knowing that no one ever calls the house phone for me, I pretend to not hear it, like I am still sleep. Did you just say selfish? Luckily for me -- I can deal with that. He got up of course, went downstairs, and answered the phone with such irritation I was sure that the person on the other end would have hung up; from the length of waiting if not from the tone in his voice. Once again, I was wrong. The ice in his voice instantly melted away, "Hi baby!" Oh, I thought, the girls have not forgotten that it is time to wake us up...not even if they were miles away, in another state! He came up stairs and I felt bad when he told Simone that I was sleep, so I rolled over. How sweet was the sound of their voices. Well I was up at the point. So I washed dishes, straightened up around the house, checked email -- OK I checked twitter and before I knew it it was 10:30 in the morning. Larry was up ready to go for a walk. So we went.
The weather was beautiful, and the walk was nice. But why did I not realize that I had neglected to eat breakfast? It was nearly noon and I hadn't even had a cup of coffee. If you sat anywhere near the coffee machine at my job, you know that this kind of anomaly does not happen to me. And then it hit me. My girls remind me to eat. They are walking alarm clocks. Time to wake up, time to eat, time for snack, time to nap, time for baths, time for bed and so on and so on. Needless to say the whole I forgot to eat thing happened for the rest of the day. The burger I ate for lunch was the only meal I had all day. What about dinner you ask? A crumb cake and coffee. How did I survive without my kids? I guess that was what my mother was (is?) for.
They left reminders behind as well that they would be back. Or maybe that this was there house. Or maybe so that we wouldn't forget them? I don't know really but when I made the bed, I noticed a set of jammies under the pillows. And then as if a reminder to eat something, I noticed the little plastic dinosaur that Simone and Noelle might one day rip each others hair out over, was just kickin it in the fridge behind the sugar. I couldn't help but to chuckle.
Had they been here today, the nothing filled day would have felt like a day wasted. But instead it was relaxing. I sat by the pool for two hours (and yes went up a shade on the brown scale). I didn't do my hair, I would post a picture as proof but its kinda scary I cant lie. And I am currently on a painting break as I write this. Oh and last night I got in two blogs! No bed time. It's insane! I must admit though, I miss my divas. The bickering, the tears, the love, all of it. My home is empty without them. It will be a long two weeks. I'm definitely going to have to write myself away from the edge of insanity caused by not knowing what to do with my time. Stay tuned to see how well I do.
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