Suzy Q Homemaker

I don’t know where I get off thinking that things would relax once 3/4 of my children were away from the house for eight hours.  It’s ridiculous!  I’m pretty sure my life just got a little more complicated simply because I am required by law to be at the bus stop with my preschooler at 7:43 a.m. and waiting for him at 4:05 p.m.

Gone are the days of yesteryear when I could throw some cereal at Corey & Aiden and then kick them out the door.  Now I have to deal with a four-year-old that asks, “What day is dis?” every morning and then gets angry when all the days are not Friday.  Corey & Aiden have to fend for themselves in the morning if they want breakfast because I’m busy making Simon get dressed and listening to him chatter about when he’s going to be big like Corey.  You see, as a fifth grader, Corey is Top Dog this year.   He’s on the School Safety Patrol which means he gets to tell other kids what to do–a perfect job for my bossy little Leo.  Naturally, Simon wants to be like Corey.  He even tries to wear his backpack like Corey wears his.  Corey carries a messenger bag, though, so Simon just turns his regular backpack sideways.  It’s quite adorable.

We still try to squeeze things into our schedules every week like going to the Y.  I can’t just go and lose twenty pounds only to put them right back on again this winter.  No sir, I have to maintain this bangin’ bod for all my gigs.  I have dresses to fit into!  Thankfully, the boys are no longer the last drop-off and Jamie gets home early enough that I can manage to go to my fitness classes at least two or three times a week.  If I can’t go to an evening class, I try to make it to a morning one.

This week is rather messed up, though, as Jamie had meetings, Timothy got sick, and my sister is leaving for California.  My family helped her clear out her storage space onto a moving truck yesterday.  I consider that to be my workout for the week as I must have climbed up and down the stairs a couple dozen times with Timothy strapped to my back.  I fetched Gatorade & whatnot when I was rendered useless by my 25-pound handicap.

Tonight, we will be saying goodbye in a new tradition: the First Annual Townsend-Albin-Campbell-Grant-Holden Family Pie Fight!  I am very much looking forward to smashing paper plates full of whipped cream into some deserving faces.  What family doesn’t love each other enough to throw things at one another?  We have raised the bar, folks.  The Christmas Toy War may be trumped by this pie fight.  Will it be as epic as The Three Stooges?  We’ll see…

Tags: family life, pie fight

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