I had a two hour, morning break, from two children. A week and a half ago. What would I do with this Single Threat time?
This past Wednesday, I show up with my full brood at 2pm. After noon. Mr. Sears says the oil change will take 3 hours. I ask when is the best time to come? He looks right at me and says Tuesday or Wednesday afternoons. Except during the holiday season. Mr. Sears
Two hours later, the Triple Treat is full of jelly beans and lollipops
Driving home from
Thursday morning I start up the van, preparing for double school drop offs. Thirty minutes later we all fumble in. It's freezing. Thirty degree outside and inside. No heat.
Within the hour, the van has been dropped off for repair, not at
Dempsey and I arrive at preschool, in our rental, to reclaim Grady. Grady's teacher calls us into the classroom. Grady hadn't made it back from the playground in time. He peed in his pants. Dempsey, Grady, and I filter into the bathroom. I set Grady on the toilet to finish peeing and pull his change of clothes from his backpack. Dempsey chucks something into the toilet. The one filled with Grady's pee remnants. It's the rental van keys. Two of them. Since those Enterprise people were kind enough to give me a spare. The automatic ones. With buttons only. No metal key for this mom. The kind with a computer chip. That costs hundreds of dollars to replace. Times two.
I fish the expensive
The repair shop calls. When
In the end, I just couldn't listen to my mother. The Triple Threat don't listen to me. I learned it from watching them. Poop. Poop. Poop. I think I'll tell her to call my home phone next time.
Just kidding mom. I love you. Now I have to poop. Call me. xxxxoooo
|Lillian's Nativity scene set up. Jesus has returned. Uninjured. I'm sure he nearly pooped himself during the recent Baby Jesus sibling bashing incident.|