Hiding Out

Last night I had to deal with male PMS from my 17 yr old son followed by my husband accusing ME of being irritable! I guess the men folk really do band together. And here I had gone all out & cooked fresh noodles & reheated hubby's spaghetti sauce for dinner for them! What did I get in return, "No offense but I'm kind of tired of spaghetti." I answered, "Fine, no problem, I'm sure you'll find something else you can fix." and I retreated to another room. Gosh, I'd given them a break from corn-dogs, how Betty-flippin'-Crocker-ish do I gotta be here? I know the preservatives in the corn-dogs will keep them alive much longer than any stupid made from scratch thing that I had energy to whip up 20 yrs ago but not now. Yeah, I'm one of those good moms!

My 3 little ones enjoyed playing in a sudden rain shower last evening. If I wasn't so stiff & sore I would have joined them! There's just something magical about a hot day with rain. I looked outside to call the hooligans to dinner & see them dancing & chasing around waving various toys as if doing battle. One child in particular, I won't say which one, I don't want to damage his psyche or get him barred from some future at a potential college, was waving around a giant BBQ fork in a gloved hand with a toy Spider-man in the other hand. He hadn't noticed that somewhere along the way his sister's thong underwear had gotten stuck to the Velcro of one of his shoes & was swinging around with each step he took. It was quite a sight. You'd think by now I'd stop shaking my head & the truth is, I have, it has now become a nod. As in, "Yup, that looks /sounds about right!" Gosh they were loud too.

I asked my husband why it was necessary to either talk down to me or speak in an irritated tone but again that was my perception not his. He saved his own life, we shop at a restaurant supply store often to feed this big family of ours & last time there he got me a big box of dark chocolate candy bars. Do you believe he had the nerve to note that there were only 3 left?! Gee, I wonder why that is?!!! Further fueling my power-house munching of said candy was the witnessing of feeding time for the lizards & skink. Lots of big & baby crickets. Not the black singing ones I grew up with but these, grossly pale, creepy things. The lizards looked like they were in some sort of college fraternity eating contest. It was one of those things that was gross but intriguing enough that I couldn't quite turn away. Finally I left & hid out in my bed eyeballing the room for any bug / spider-creatures then found a way to breathe & divert my attention.

Secretly I took my medicine much too early last night so I could fall asleep & escape all this craziness. It is also a heck of a way to get even & make husband have to actually interact with his family not just mess around on computers or watch TV. Good thing he doesn't read this huh?! The vision of Quasimodo ringing church bells & yelling "sanctuary!" comes to mind! I enjoyed blissful oblivious to all until hubby came to bed & we mumbled a bit of incoherent communication at each other. Then, it happened, a fly-fart in Mexico, as loud as a clap of thunder it was! I jumped, yes, somehow this poor body managed to jump, out of bed landing on both feet. Wide-eyed I went on patrol of the house. Why weren't the dogs barking or howling or anything?! Hm, all quiet on the home front, imagine that. I reveled in the bliss, knowing everyone was safely tucked in their beds -except me. After 3 or so hours up at the computer doing basically nothing I finally felt eyelids begin to get a tad heavy-HOORAY. So, I went back to bed.

Still tired this morning I used my son's departure to preschool as a golden opportunity to recover more sleep. It was lovely. However, hiding out in bed this morning probably will perpetuate the cycle of being up tonight. Oh well, good thing I enjoy napping. Look for my nap t-shirts to be sold on E-Bay soon by the way! Now it is already after 4:00pm today, hm what to fix for dinner? - What's the # for the pizza man again? Hey, it isn't spaghetti or corn-dogs right? Who loves ya? Be Blessed!