It seems that, like many mothers, I spend a lot of my time playing the "waiting game". Yesterday is a good case in point:
Wait for Caleb while he’s in his music class.
Come out…car battery is dead. Wait for Derek to come rescue us.
Jump the car…take it to Sears. Wait for them to determine what’s wrong.
It’s the battery (I could have told them that). Wait for them to now change the battery.
Wait for Jacob to get out of school.
Wait for Jacob at piano.
Wait for warranty guys to finish trashing my kitchen while replacing backsplash tiles.
Wait for Caleb to finish his dinner (we could be here a while).
Wait for Jacob to finish his shower so we can finish his homework (again, get comfortable…).
There’s a whole lot of waiting going on around here…
In the meantime, I’ve been baking pumpkin bread and boy is it good.
And in between all the waiting yesterday I ran up to the school to take pictures (dutiful PTA Historian that I am) of the "Creature Teacher", who let Caleb hold her python. Talk about a Kodak moment. He was SOOO thrilled.
And before I forget I need to post about the birthday party from, well, let’s just say it wasn’t celestial. It wasn’t really that bad, I know. But don’t ask me to take 5 boys putt-putt golfing again anytime soon. Maybe it’s because I’m pregnant…yeah that’s it, blame my short-tempered, easily-annoyed-with-boy-noises personality on pregnancy. One kid couldn’t stop screaming, another decided to take a bath in one of the water ponds, and Caleb hadn’t had a nap that day…actually, neither had I, so let’s blame it on that too.
Poor Jacob, probably thinks his parents are the worst party-throwers ever. It was a little out of control. And then when we got home the soaking wet, muddy one and the screamer decided it was time for football practice in my living room. And no one liked the pizza except my kids. And then there was the chocolate cupcakes…"I don’t like chocolate cupcakes, can I have vanilla?" Uh, kid, this isn’t a bakery, OK?!
Look how cute they all are…
Don’t let it fool ya!



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