July 16, 2007

My Education qualified me to do WHAT???

Thirteen years of school, Kindergarten through 12th grade.

Four years of college to attain Bachelor of Arts degree.

Twelve months of double graduate credits to earn Masters degree in one year.

So how on earth did I become a maid/short order cook/full time babysitter extraordinaire?

Don’t get me wrong. I love being at home with my girls and I love having kids. It’s just that there are some days when I feel like my time would be better spent banging my head against a wall.

Take today for example. This morning, during a rare moment where the girls were actually getting along, I was able to clean the kitchen and mop the floor. Thirty minutes later, Lil C came into the kitchen, opened the pantry closet, dumped a box of pop-tarts onto the floor, stepped on the one open foil pack smooshing it into the floor, before deciding that she’d rather have a cracker anyway. At least 40% of said cracker then ended up on the floor in about 4000 little crumbs. I got out the broom again.

Dry crumbs are no big deal, but after we returned from the grocery store today she insisted on having "razz-da’s" (raspberries) as a snack. She sat in her chair, eating her raspberries contentedly, right up until she decided it would be much more fun to chew one partially up and them whip it onto the floor. Since that poor little raspberry was all alone, it was only right that the bowl of raspberries followed the lone chewed up one onto the floor, spraying raspberry juice across my only temporarily clean kitchen floor in an instant.

Since "razzda’s" and "cwackers" are the nouveau thing to eat for dinner, Lil C then had an all out 35 minute long tantrum because I wanted her to sit in her chair and eat her chicken pot pie at dinner time. T H I R T Y – F I V E mind-blowingly-long headache-inducing minutes of nothing but screaming and streams of tears and snot. It was fabulous. Did I mention that I was trying to eat during this little incident?

The good thing is that Big I found the whole ordeal quite amusing, so at least one kid was content. I think that Lil C’s schedule is just all messed up right now. For the past three weeks, Big I has been having play/musical rehearsal every Monday through Thursday nights from at least 6-9 p.m., sometimes 5-9:30 p.m. This past week, she also had performances on Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. We’ve all been busy, exhausted and lacking our usual schedules.

This week is officially all about getting Lil C back on a schedule. Then again, on Friday I will start my three day karate training camp, so if all the kinks aren’t worked out yet. . . oh well. Mr. BBM won’t mind one bit, I’m sure, especially since tonight he is away on business and I have a hot date planned for myself with a Season 2 DVD of 24 and some yummy snacks. . .

And now Lil C is awake and screaming, after being asleep for only an hour. . .

So much for that.

Point my head to the nearest wall please.