Whew, glad the weekend is over!

Boy am I glad the weekend is over!!! It was crazy, it was wild, it was busy, it was long and it was short. Did that make sense? I need the week to get settled down again.

Found another snake at the house. This time...in the window frame. So glad I can't live outside of a climate controlled environment because that double pane glass was still to close for me. The natives and A2 would have been inches away from it if they wouldn't have thought I'd have a heart attack any moment. Just for the record, it could happen, I'm old enough and I've been putting up with kids for half my life at this point. It really could happen.

My sister and nephew came over Saturday. SMy sister had to do some school work, which she didn’t do. She can thank the natives and myself. Of course I blame her for the suggestion of the pool. I "was" going to just give them baths but no, she said “pool” and it was all over, well…not really. We had to get them into the pool, which involves, the adults changing first and then the native. If the natives get changed first, it does not matter what happens next because peeing on the floor will be involved in it. My sister didn’t know this so while I was changing, she naively changed the natives and then went to change herself. She got the floats while I got the natives hands and we were walking through the sunroom to the deck and Z tinkled on the tile. That’s right, I was not fast enough! So, I stand there and say, “uh-oh” and we all look at the puddle while I’m thinking, “Do I just leave the little puddle and get it on the way back because you know it’s going to be wet on the return trip or do I clean it up now so “I” don’t slip on the way back in and take out the double glass doors and my hip?” I vote for later and we proceed through the door. Hey! Don’t judge me! It was tile and my almost 20 year old cat is gated in the sunroom because she tinkles everywhere too, so Z is not committing a crime here…she’s contributing to my Pine-Sol addition.

My sister has one of the native, I have the other for a while. Now, I don’t know how we ended up all together. I don’t know how the two floats ended up side by side. I don’t know what made my son stick his finger in the blow up part of his sister’s tube. I don’t know HOW he knew he could let the air out of her tube with that but he KNEW! Don’t laugh, yet. My sister in her infinite wisdom takes Z over to the edge of the pool and get out with Z still in the deflating float. My daughter is standing on the deck with her legs through the holes of the float and her arms around the deflating float at her waist while my sister put the air thingy in the piece and pumps air back into her float. Now I wish I would have had a camera because it was a Kodak moment and all I could do was laugh. My sister laughs. The natives don’t know the difference and just look at us like we’ve lost our minds…which we sorta have and they should pay heed to the warning signs to adjust for their old age. Next time my sister wants to take the natives into the pool, I’ll bet she spells it out instead!

My husband bought a smoker. It looks like a mini bar fridge or a wine cooler fridge or something. It’s BIG. He got it at his favorite store, Sam’s. That wholesale place will be the death of me and the debt of him. The smoker is somewhere around $350-400 or so. Hubby, being the kind of guy he is asks the manager how many in stock because we were seriously planning on buying one this coming week. The manager in all his managerial selling skills says, “One, this is it”. OH NO!!! Secretly, if he was a good selling, he would have known my husband has been in that store at least 4 times a week, every week and each time he is there, he goes by those smokers and he was already sold with those 4 little words the manager said. My husband, knowing how much I’m enjoying couponing and getting discounts decides to haggle with the Sam’s Wholesale Club manager. Hubby gets him down $$$ because it’s a floor model. Then hubby notices, it doesn’t have instructions, down another $$. Then hubby notices there are scratches on it, down another $$. Uh-oh, hubby took the Civic into work not the Excursion, manager says, get it out the door and he’ll knock off another $$. You are thinking, wow! He got him down a lot. Nope, hubby wasn’t through. He’s wearing his uniform because he just got off work that morning from the station and he’s talking with the manager and mentions the natives!!! Yep, he pulled the native card, lol. That manager didn’t know what hit him when my husband walked into that door and that manager said, “One, this is it”. My hubby got that smoker for $150!! I’m so proud of him! He said he took that thing straight to the cashier, and got it in the car as fast as he could before that manager had second thoughts. It’s a beautiful smoker with it’s one little scratch and I’ll be downloading the instruction manual once I’m done with this blog post.

Hubby went to work today. 24 hours of no boss man. I’m happy printing out coupons, the natives are eating a snack, while watching Mickey Mouse and Special Agent Oso, spilling apple juice all over the place. I get the call about 5pm (that’s 10 hours since he started work) and he asks what I want for dinner. I’m sure he heard the pause before I answered. I’m sure he was excited so took no notice of the change in my voice. I’m sure he didn’t hear me whisper to my 16 year old to start cleaning up. He heard, “Oh, you’re off work? Where are you at now”? Luckily he was just leaving the station, so I have 1 ½ hours to get the house straight, toys put away, feed the natives, bathe the natives and have them ready for bed 10 minutes after their daddy gets home. So hubby is picking up Chinese food and then home. Well, great, ok, bye bye, gotta go! I practically hung up on him trying to get him off the phone so I can get the house straightened up or at least presentable after the natives have made tornadoes come through the place. I have A2 running for the vacuum upstairs, cleaning the cat box, pouring Pine-Sol in the sink (why, because I love the lemony smell and it makes it smell like I just got done cleaning up the “whole” house, mopping, etc).  I on the other hand am taking dishes out of the dishwasher and almost throwing plates in the cabinet, silverware in the drawer, glasses in the cupboard and the sippy cups will have to wait. The natives are “helping” and I’m so glad they have a fascination with Tupperware bowls, because that’s what they are grabbing to put in their favorite drawer. I get dishes in there, slam it shut, I’m off to vacuum cheese, cheerios, cheetos and whatever else my Dyson can handle. The natives food is cooking, bath water is going in the tub, high chairs are out and ready, natives climbing into their self appointed chairs, it’s all good. I turn my back to wash the 2 pans, dry them and put them away. Z has taken her plate and turned it over…not on her high chair tray but to the right…of her tray. Noodles and yogurt are now mixing with my carpet at an alarming rate. Z is sitting there pointing down as if to say, “Who did that? How did that happen? Where’d my food go?” G sitting on the other side of the mess is just quietly looking down at what just happened. I guess he was the good cop for the night. A2 calls for the dog next door, lol. The natives get their bath while the dog cleans up the mess. Hubby gets home 30 minutes after the natives settle down to doing puzzles until bedtime... with Chinese.

One more day survived. WooHoo!!