Dec. 22, 2008 - Boys DO have cooties
I've almost abandoned this blog, but times have been nuts. Maybe this blog will explain.
Yesterday:
As I woke and got ready for church, Christmas was in the air. The kitchen was full of dirty dishes from making popcorn treats the night before, the boys were fighting, and our charming Christmas tree decorated with paper airplanes, toys thrown in by the boys, and a baby Jesus who is about to make a getaway on a toy four wheeler twinkled in the corner. Frantically I struggled with the printer to make some things I needed to go with the Christmas lesson in primary. The printer never works on Sunday. Seth says it's because I'm supposed to prepare everything on Saturday.
At church a teacher does not show, and we are stuck teaching an extra class. Carlos' class. Of course he sits in the back ready to heckle the entire time - but other than that did surprisingly well. We barely had enough cards for the extra kids, and not enough treats... so the treats were put on hold until after church when we could deliver them.
The class behind us had sharing time, so they were wild as their teachers were occupied. I tried to referee them as they discussed nipple rings, and sang "snow is falling on my wiener" instead of snow is falling on my toes.
Boys have cooties and they must be pretty bad for eight year olds.
In sacrament meeting Carlos throws a fit that Luke has more treats than he does because the nursery leaders gave him a Christmas gift. He is being obnoxious so I threaten him with a grounding if he won't go out into the hall without a struggle. Struggles are dangerous territory with him! He puts his nose in the corner per instructions (and motivated by more threats whispered by mother in his ear) and I tell him to come back in when he can be nice. He comes back in. He's not nice. After three tries I tell him just to stay in the hall until church is over.
After church as we deliver the treats we'd prepared for our class, Carlos whines that we are mean because we won't give him one of the treats. We manage to ignore this without losing our tempers with this very crabby child who has been nothing but negative all day. We're extremely worried about Santa following through on the no toys for naughty children threats. Yikes... it's not looking good lately!
We make a trek out to the hot tub to calm the kids a bit. Carlos of course thinks it's a swimming pool, and it is not very relaxing for us. Some record sized boogers emerge from Carlos, and we tell him to go inside to blow his nose. Did I mention that boys have cooties, and apparently they are well established by six? "Fine then I won't come back!" is his response as he walks through the house without his towel, making puddles everywhere. He's good at idle threats too, and comes back. "I have to go pee!" yells Luke. We're thankful he made the right decision if you know what I mean. I take Luke out and decide my soak is done. He goes upstairs to pee and promptly slips on one of Carlos' puddles and smack his head on the tile. As I bring Carlos a drink in the hot tub, I remind him what towels are for. Luke runs around naked while I confirm the details of a family party with my Dad. We are in no mood for a family party.
I look out the window after hanging up the phone and wrestling Luke to get a diaper on, and Carlos is running through the snow in just swim trunks and bare feet, doing somersaults.
The next hour or so is full of "When is the party mom?" We're in no mood for a party.
We decide to watch Mr. Kruger's Christmas after watching the Christmas tree teeter and totter from too much abuse and too many paper airplane collisions and retrievals.
As we finally relax Luke sticks out his booger loaded finger, smiles, and sweetly asks, "Want some?"
We did not make it to the party, and did I mention boys have cooties and they come down with them at a pretty young age?
Comments
Dec. 22, 2008 - Wow
Posted by Anonymous
Sounds like quite a day. We missed you at the party, but hopefully we'll see you on Christmas (you can lock the boys in the basement!).
