Monday, August 30, 2010

No time to blog....

...too much to do. 
Shower. 
Get dressed.
Make sure kids get dressed.
Breakfast. 
Dishes. 
Laundry. 
Pack a lunch 
(or at least peanut butter, jam, loaf of bread, knife). 
Leave the "apartment".

Do we need to get to "the house"? 
Or is there time for the park? 
Park it is!!!

Sunscreen, check. 
Hat, check. 
Sunglasses, check. 
"Okay, go play!"
(new stage in my life...I can sit at the park and READ A BOOK, gasp!!)

"Oh...you want me to push you on the swing?" 
(so much for that new stage)

[insert cute picture here of kids at park]
{WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVEN'T DOWNLOADED PICTURES SINCE YOU ARRIVED IN THE U.S.?!?!}

[Drat....camera in the car. 
No pictures today.]

 "Tell your sisters: five minute warning!...pick your last thing!" 
Down the slide? 
Up the rock wall? 
"No, just one thing." 
...near tantrum simmers under the surface...
that red hair is no lie! 
A snack comes to the rescue...
"Finish that granola bar before we get in the new car!"

Kids want to know where are we going NOW?

To the house.
Which house?
Home. I mean, the new house. 
"No, our stuff isn't coming today. I know you miss your horse. It will be here soon. 
Yes, you want your bike" 
(that one isn't coming, but you don't need to know that yet.)

Meet the handy man, check with the carpet guy, which refrigerator will fit there?
The tenants did WHAT to the closet!?

We gotta get back to the apartment so I can get dinner on the table....dinner? 
What's for dinner? 
Drat, gotta stop at the store!

Cook dinner.
Eat dinner.
Clean up dinner.
Baths (do we have time for baths?)
Jammies.
Rosary.
Bed.
Couch.
TV.
Nothing on TV.
Think wistfully about DVR's.
Give up and go to bed.

Drat...I didn't blog again!!! 
No time to blog...

1 comment:

  1. LOL!!!! Loved the picture you drew in my mind of the park scene...oh so familiar!!!

    Hang in there. How much longer till you move out of the apartment?

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