Yup, That’s My Boy


October 18, 2007 by Marj Hatzell

There’s only one thing I LOVE more than stepping on cheerios everywhere I walk in my house and that would be handfuls of dirt flung into my family room.  As in, multiple handfuls of dirt.  As in, so much that even the vacuum had to wait until some of it was swept up.

I’m now averaging 3-4 vacuums a day.  One in the morning after Bugaboo leaves for school.  One a few minutes after he arrives home due to snack time.  Two more between dinner and bedtime.  Sometimes I run it again when he goes to bed.  Why?  Why don’t I just wait and save it all for once a day?  Simple reason, really.

The filth is nearly ankle deep.

You think I’m joking. I’m not.  It’s bad. So bad, in fact, that everywhere you walk you feel crunch, crunch, crunch, sticky, sticky, slip! Is it any wonder I’ve put my back out again?

Combine that with cranky Bug Boy (who has a cold and keeps falling out of bed and chairs, for some odd reason) and my husband’s insane hours and DG is sprouting more grey hairs and needs a Hawaiian vacation. Except DG hates beaches (don’t tell me Hawaii is different. I seriously can’t stand the sun. Or sand.  The breeze might be nice).  And DG’s husband would stay home with the kids, which makes the vacation completely pointless, since she’d spend the next YEAR AND A HALF cleaning the house up and getting the kids back on schedule.  And detoxing them from Club Penguin and Teletubbies.

There I go referring to myself in the third person again. I gotta stop doing that, it’s all Silence-of-the-lambs like.  It puts the lotion all over its body or else it gets the hose again.  *Shiver* I’m even creeping myself out.  Do you think this is because I am sleep deprived?  Related to my mother?  Hmmmm…

And Bugaboo?  Nekkid. Again. Just dressed him five minutes ago. The bus is due any second.  This is how we start our morning.  And how we end our day. And how we spend every weekend. Nekkid.  Come winter, he’s gonna be wearing at least a tee shirt and diaper, or else CYS might be a’knockin’ on my door.

3 thoughts on “Yup, That’s My Boy

  1. Lucy says:

    If you want to mini-vaca this weekend with a movie rental, try Fracture. DH and I watched it last night. It’s not quite Silence of the Lambs (i.e. no lotion lines), but it does star a clever minded evil man played by Anthony Hopkins. Close enough. Hey – just noticed the DVD has two alternate endings. Perhaps DH and I can make a double feature out of it and watch them later.

  2. MommyBrain says:

    I’m sure CYS will be too busy at my house to ever make it to yours.

  3. BOSSY says:

    The Third Person Thing: Bossy is all the rage among the Ventriloquists.

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