Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Wednesdays are for Wuzzy's


OK, is it so wrong that I send the natives in to wake up their brother? I mean, sure they go in and hit him to wake him up but it’s not like they do any damage, their hits are so light. I just realized he actually has 13 days left of schoolwork. Not happy about that as he keeps goofing off. It’s like a game we play, I tell you what you need to do and you do what you want to do to get by??? Um…I don’t like this game. A2 has me beat pretty much, hence why he’s going to public school for 11th grade. I have turned from a 40-something into a 60-year-old fishwife because of this child. I know he tunes me out, hell, I’d tune me out but reasoning doesn’t work with him. A2 thinks, yep, if I do what she says I can get it done faster but I’d rather draw or watch anime on the computer because she doesn’t “really” know if I am since school work is on the computer too. Right? Yeah dear, I’m stupid and blind and would stake my life on it that my child does everything he is supposed to do, when and where! NOT BLOODY LIKELY! I mean, I know he won ‘t kill someone (maybe dream of it with me) but not just anyone but that boy will get out of doing work (any) if it means he sits in the bathroom or on the toilet for 3  hours!!! Yep, it is amazing how many and how long it takes a boy to go. I don’t know what he’s doing in there but most times, he doesn’t have a book or PSP with him. Maybe he lays on the floor and counts the seashells on the shower curtain? Maybe he rearranges my cabinet under the sink? Nay, because I’d know about that one and lets face it, IF he did, he would probably just swat his hand across it (like the twins do everything) to mess it up again so I wouldn’t know. See sneaky little turd (or in this case big turd).

As for the natives, well, Z is a copycat. Really. Seriously. I kid you not. If her brother climbs a chair, she’s right behind him, if he gets yogurt, she wants it, if he cries, she cries too, if he poops his pants, she will do it too! She’s the oldest and yeah it’s only by 9 minutes but shouldn’t this be the other way around? Nope, my kids do everything backwards. Which reminds me, I really need to work on her exits. If they are into something they shouldn’t be…like knives, guns, or water, I know G hears me and he runs for the border like a gazelle, while Z sits there and tries to look innocent or give me that squinty eye smile. And while I think it’s a cute look, I don’t think others will when she’s older and hot-wiring cars.

So, I spend at least half the day picking up Tupperware, pots and pans, dirty laundry and Lego’s.  Then about a quarter of the day vacuuming.  Z is comically afraid of the vacuum cleaner and vacuuming two times a day minimum makes me laugh at her. I know it’s mean but after 22 months, you’d think she would be over it. I like to get out the vacuum and watch her stop, look and RUN! She will run to anything but me, lol. Climb on the couch, her 16 year old brother, into the laundry room, anywhere me and that vacuum are not. It’s like she knows in a few years that I will have her doing that as part of the natives chores. Or, maybe she’s a feminist and I just don’t know it now. Either way, my vacuum get’s to “eat” Cheerios, Chex, Cheetos, Doritoes, and crackers quite a bit. There are even times I invite the neighbor’s dog in for a snack too.

The speech therapist came today, I love this day of the week. She is great with the natives and they love her too. G even gives her hugs. So for 2 hours every Wednesday, the twins get to play with new toys and have 2 peoples undivided attention. What could be better? OK, better? Me sitting on my butt in another room reading a good book while the speech therapist is giving my kids her undivided attention. But, I like to see their small achievements each week because pretty soon I’ll be asking the speech therapist how to shut them up, lol. Really. Seriously. I kid you not.

Best part of today…I got a shower and put on a bra. Yep, almost heaven.

One more day survived. Woohoo!!

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