Tuesday, August 25, 2009

i want glitter and candy

so, it's been established that my house is crazy and i am privy to some ridiculous conversations. this is what i am listening to/talking about right now:
amazingly, all five kids are sitting in the living room coloring lightning mc queen papers from a kit that dennis received as a present yesterday.
i look over the crowd and say "those are cool. who got those for you, dennis?" dennis ignores me. thomas answers "someone." thanks for that informative answer, tom.
ps - i don't know who it's from, because the boys took it upon themselves to open the gifts at some random point in out little party last night, with no adults around. thanks to all who give him gifts, but i have no idea who gave what.
while thomas and i have this conversation, dennis is saying "this is my masterpiece," cara is saying "i got puple (which is purple, and no shit, cara, it's the ONLY color you EVER use. ever.)" and jack is saying "i want glitter and candy!" for real. that is what my five year old boy is saying.
i thought i would share another amusing little anecdote from this weekend. saturday, our car (the only car available that seats all of our family at one time) broke down. something about the transmission. needless to say, with daddy not working, mommy had a little breakdown. thankfully my mom (who has previously been mentioned as the best mom ever) came through for me again and i was able to relax somewhat and enjoy myself at the baby shower for my cousin lisa (woo hoo! shout out!) that we had on sunday.
while sitting at a table with family outside, i feel something buzzing around the fake flower on the headband i am wearing. i swat at it, and with my impeccable aim, flick a bee down the front of my shirt (damn cleavage!!!). i shake out the shirt, and mistakenly think i get rid of the bee. a few minutes later, i feel something tickling my side and go to scratch it. as i put my hand on my side, i am thinking in my head "STOP! IT'S THE BEE! STOP NOW!" but apparently, my hand didn't care. yup. i squeal because i get stung by the bee and then start crying laughing because it's so ridiculous. meanwhile, no one knows why i yelled or why i am laughing, because no one knows about the bee in the first place. by the time i am able to get the whole story out, everyone was pretty much laughing, 'cause really, who flicks a bee down their shirt?!?! now, i have a big itchy welt that spans my side from the back of my hip around to my stomach. did i mention i'm allergic to bee stings?
good times, good times...

ADDENDUM
8pm in the rafter household on the longest day of my life...
dennis has been crying and saying "play doh" for about 45 minutes but he is not allowed to play with it again tonight, since i have already vacuumed up the day's mess and fed everyone dinner and dessert and cleaned that up, too. in his tear-induced delirium, he decides to haul off and throw a full red "little hug" drink at thomas, who is sitting on the living room floor. i am in the process of waking the girl's up while changing their pull-ups to put them to bed (ps - tommy has been doing two different side jobs since about 7am. yay for work. boo for my day of single motherhood). i send jack up to go to the bathroom and get pajamas on. this is the conversation that takes place (while i clean the red juice off the floor, change the girls as they cry and try to block out dennis' screaming):
me: put some jammies on while you are up there
jack (who is 5): can you help me? (see above for why that was not on my list of things to do at this moment)
me: jack, come on, just put pajamas on
jack: what if i do it wrong again and get two pants?
me: look at the pajamas and if you have two pants, put one back and get a shirt
jack: it's hard to tell
me: pants have two holes for legs. shirts have two hole for arms. laughter (because, really, what else is there? this was a dead-serious conversation i had to participate in)
around 10 minutes later, jack comes down in a pair of underwear, carrying christmas striped pj pants and one of thomas' t-ball shirts. meh...he got a shirt and a pair of pants. it counts.
now, i'm off to yell at the boys to "be quiet and not wake the girls" and take a nice, big helping of benadryl and go to bed.

17 comments:

  1. Oh my! LOL! I want you at the next baby shower I go too!

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  2. Thank you! I checked out yours and this post had me laughing so hard!! And by the way, your kids are adorable!

    MMA is mixed martial arts - like wresting, different types of martial arts, and boxing all rolled into one. It's an awesome work out and fun to watch (if you like that sort of thing). Nothing like the fake wrestling crap they have on TV!

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  3. OH NO!! that's hilarious though!! i once burned my nipple with a pop corn kernel....long story, but true!

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  4. Erma Bombeck had nothing on you! Not sure you even know who she is but she was a columnist who wrote some comical antecdotes about family life from the mid 60's to the late 90's. She later when on to publish several books; my favorite was "If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What am I doing in the Pits?"

    Beth, I see a future for you with your writing. I really enjoy reading your blogs. I know you're kinda busy raising 5 kids, so I would suggest you save them all, to one day publish them, or blackmail your children with them! Either way, they are priceless. Thanks for the laughs! and PS you're mom is the best!

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  5. My favorite Erma Bombeck title is "Family: The Ties That Bind And Gag" ... Funny post, I really enjoyed reading it and look forward to making my way through more of them. Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog - preesh!

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  6. OMG that is awesome!! I did the same thing...only down my pants it went and WHAM if it didn't sting me right on the ass! Figures. So glad you have the best mom in the world...how goes the job search? Still sending good karma your way! xoxo

    Karie

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  7. Oh miss!!!!! You totally crack me up!!!!!!!

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  8. Yeah. Sometimes a long day just calls for the 'dryl!

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  9. I am sorry about the transmission. This is what happened to my Honda Pilot. The dealer wanter a few thousand to repair it. I decided to just get a new car. The accord is smaller but good on gas.

    I know you need a bigger car. Plus, your poor hubby is between jobs. Hold your head up!!! Your family has each other and their health. You are very blessed.

    Great birthday story! Funny. I had one big birthday at my house with a clown. This was enough. Exhausting to me.

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  10. ...and thank you for the kind words about my post today. The news story is very unsettling to me. The lack of quality police work that let this awful man stay free is disturbing.

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  11. If he gets glitter and candy, then I want glitter and candy too dammit! LOL You are so funny...and I know it may not seem funny in the heat of the moment, but your blogs about it are priceless!!!!!

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  12. They seriously think that we are over paid!! Ohio has organizations formed just to try to take down teacher pay. Crazy!! They need to take on Exxon or the Credit Card companies. Why us??

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  13. Great. Now I want glitter and candy.

    Oh, and I'm suddenly thankful for my 12 year old boy bust line, a bee would stand a chance :)

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  14. One more day until the weekend!!

    Wishing your family a great labor day weekend. Enjoy the fall weather before the snow arrives.

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