A typical evening

Greetings Sports Fans! Can I get a HOTTY TODDY GOSH ALMIGHTY from the choir, please? HELL YES, DAMN RIGHT! Thank you very much. And oh yeah, Go Dawgs. Whatever. State Stinks.



So, it's Wednesday... Hump Day, as they say. I've been off since Friday at 5:00, whereupon we hosted JTS' scavenger hunt birthday. Let me just tell you...a fun time was had by all. I think the folks in the neighborhood even enjoyed it, once they got over the initial shock of a pack of 9-year olds hitting them up for safety pins, rubber bands, band-aids and things of that sort. Monday was the holiday, thank you whoever came up with that one, and JHS was sick with fever Sunday and Monday, so off to the doc we go. He's got the strep throat. Thank goodness it wasn't the pig flu. All are fine and well at my house and thank you Jesus for that! And guess who got to go to work today? ME! YES!



So here I is...and if I make it through this blog without flogging a certain 12 week old, 19 pound black lab puppy named RIGGS, then wonders never cease. He is chewing on everything! Football shoulder pads, Thomas the Train, Lightening McQueen, a Tasmanian Devil house shoe.....this dog is NOT picky. He MIGHT be getting bored with the chicken flavored rawhide chips. Need to refill the DINGOS that RIGGS likes, also endorsed by Olive and Charlie. ;-)



Anyway, so here I sit, reflecting on this evenings activities. I'm gonna give you a run down. And no, I'm not tooting my own horn or complaining or anything like that...just a day in the life, if you will.



It began at approximately 4:59 p.m., whereupon I was chatting with two friends from work. Having NORMAL adult conversation, if you will. Ya'll---we chatted until 5:15! Heck, take that 15 minutes and keep it for free! It was 15 minutes of freedom! YA HOO! Mister Missy's Madness (MMM) aka Hubby, called on the phone, chatting about this and that. I hopped in the HO (Tahoe), sped towards Outside Jackson and got stuck in traffic. FINE BY ME. This sister was NOT sweatin' it. I was listening to the Derek Trucks Band, imagining what THAT concert will be like next Tuesday night. Made it to the city limits of Outside Jackson, got passed by an ambulance, prayed for whomever they were going to get, got to daycare, retrieved 3 awfully smelly and stinky boys and went to see MMM.



Got home with the intent to: play with Riggs (who is still alive, by the way), cook supper, take some to MMM, feed 3 awfully smelly, stinky boys, bathe the aforementioned offspring, help with homework, clean up kitchen, put offspring to bed and THEN read the paper. Forget putting the clean clothes up. Not happening.



There was a slight change in the plan, right in the middle of cooking supper. A neighbor child from down the street came over and he and my 3 sons went to play in the back yard. Cool. About 10 minutes into the outside festivities in the backyard, JTS, the new 9 year old comes in and says, "MOM! CNS (one of the twins) has pulled off his shorts." Doesn't phaze me one bit. No problemo. He comes back 1 minute later and says, "MOM! CNS has pulled his underwear off and is running around the backyard!" Still, no phazing of my person at this time. I mean, if somebody is bleeding, then we'll talk. JTS comes back the 3rd time, another minute later...."MOOOOOOOM! Now JHS (the other twin) is taking HIS shorts off!" This is causing great alarm to the 9 year old. I TOTALLY could care less. Do ya'll know how many times these children have peed in public before I could do anything to stop them? PUHLEESE, this is NOTHING. Heck, I gotta fix supper and get it to Hubby and come back and feed these 3, feed the dog, bathe these people and correct homework and clean up! I don't have time for shortless and underwearless twins. I'll dress them in a minute. No harm, no foul.



Um, WRONG.



Seems CNS has made a sizable deposit in the Bank of Lightening McQueen Underwear, and yes, that would be the underwear that is no longer on his body. Houston, we have aproblem. I AM PHAZED, ok????? I retrieve CNS, who sees nothing wrong with this situation, and the underwear, but NOT the shorts, as RIGGS is chewing on them in the back yard. Fine, whatever, we have more. And yes, the child from down the street is a witness to all of this commotion. I got CNS cleaned up, washed up and finished cooking supper to take to hubby. Apologized to the child from down the street for witnessing all of the events in the back yard and do you know what this precious angel said to me? "Miss Missy, thaks for letting me come over. It's got to be busy with two little twins and a 9 year old, but ya'll have fun. Thanks."



Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit. That's one of the best compliments EVER. Makes it all worthwhile to have a compliment like that...from a kid. Now you adults.....ya'll are a different story. Loosen up some. Let 'em run around in the fenced-in back-yard with no shorts OR underwear. Play football with them. Look for worms. Push them in the swing. Look at the bird nest that's been built. Watch the airplanes fly over and listen to your children tell you where they want to fly to.



It may not be rocket science that's going on at my house, but it's fun... even the kid down the street said so....on a typical evening at my house.



MNAC