Monday
Well I googled 'shitty weekend' and found that a band by the name of Suburban Kids with Biblical Names has a song by that name......must listen to it....
I don't know why our weekends have been so rough of late. I imagine it's got to be our stress communicating itself to the guys creating obnoxious children because I SWEAR they are basically good guys.....just a bit challenging of late....
I'm mad at myself for not managing to get to the Bottle Rockets showbecause I think some loud music might have done us some good. I can'teven remember what Saturday was like....oh that's right, farmers'market and then worked the afternoon.....ehhh....
Sunday startedwith Owen coming and waking me up early to tell me that he didn't thinkwe could go out to breakfast because he didn't feel well. I was ratherirritable and started lecturing (o.k.....maybe in a SLIGHTLY peevishtone.....) him on the fact that whenever he didn't want to do somethinghe said he felt sick. When he protested I gave him about a thousandexamples and then asked if he'd ever heard of the Boy That Cried Wolf? He looked at me, thought for a minute and then said, "well, I don't goout in the woods."
I don't know if I will survive this child.
Wewere planning to have my mother over for lunch/dinner on Sunday so Icalled her mid morning and found her not in wonderful shape. Iswitched plans and suggested we bring lunch over and do some thingsaround the house for her. One of the things we needed to do was moveher phones around so she doesn't have to move from her comfortablechair to her wheelchair just to get the phone. So armed with new phonelines and extension cords we started working on it only to eventually,after shall we just say a TINY bit of frustration, figure out that herfucking phone line was dead. We called the phone company, did some other stuff, Ernie ran anddid her shopping while we talked a bit about assisted living again, and left her with my cell phone and writteninstructions on how to use it. Geez.
Drove home and the best part of the day was when Owen made us play his new favorite song, California Sex Lawyerby Fountains of Wayne so many times in a row that Ernie and Leo startedscreaming.... That blonde boy knows good pop.....I think it's agenetic thing....
The evening finished up with a few more battlesbetween mother and children. I'm trying to stick to some new rules andthey are fighting it. I suppose that's their job.
The boys didobediently move bricks from the patio to the front yard so we couldoutline our new $200 tomato bed. Our neighbor Dave finally asked me why Iwas calling it the $200 tomato bed and I patiently explained thatbetween the cost of fixing the borrowed tiller, a couple of bags ofmanure, some peat moss and a couple of tomato plants....we were up toroughly $200. I always like it when I make Dave laugh very hard.
Let'ssee....what else? Owen tried to fly a kite, they rode bikes in theneighborhood. Some kid-thugs visiting a house across the street triedto scare Owen at the park and then told Ernie that Owen had calledtheir mother a bitch. Owen? I think not. Owen told me he can never goout of the house alone again. Geesh. Leo took a shower and Iconvinced him to let me trim his nails as he was looking like avampire. He loves having his nails long as he thinks they are usefuland efficient. Owen took a shower and then they both smelled like thesweet little boys they are.
I realized that the bratwurst I'dgotten mad at Owen for refusing to eat seemed to be going bad. I atesome popcorn for dinner and fell asleep on the couch. I'm actually not sorry it's Monday. See? a silver lining yet again..... fucking silver linings.....