Finally!

Since our freezer was making snow and the refrigerator was sweating more than I do when I work out, the hubby finally agreed to buy some appliances for the kitchen. So the day comes when they deliver the stove and fridge. The stove slides in nicely in its space. Then it comes the refrigerator's turn...

Of course, it doesn't fit. I call the hubby that was supposed to measure the space before we bought the appliances at the store. Pissed off, he tells me he will be home in five minutes (he was on his way home).

As a man, he has to try out the space just to make sure it doesn't fit even though I had said it didn't fit. He threatens to have them send it back.

"Absolutely not, I have this in the house and it is staying" (I didn't actually say that, but that is what I was thinking). Diplomatically, I reply, "You can just take out the cabinet above. We don't really use it anyway." He stares at it for awhile and finally agrees.

The refrigerator stays and the cabinet gets remove. There are only a few holes in the drywall above the refrigerator, but who would even worry about that when I have a new refrigerator.

Lights Out

Lights went out at the gym today due to a nasty storm. No problem I'll just cut my workout short you might have thought. The problem was I already had finished and I was in the shower. I was okay with shaving my legs in the dark, but I felt bad for all the little old ladies. Sometimes it can be exciting in Wisconsin too, its not all about drinking beer.

Fashionable Cuts

Waking up next to a precious little smiling face this morning made me do a double take. First because she was only an inch away from my face, second I didn't expect someone to be staring at me while I was sleeping, and third my vision was a little blurry with sleep and I thought something was different with Child #2. Ignoring the thought, I closed my eyes again and said good morning.

After I realized it was a school day, I got up to perform my usual morning routine with the kids, making breakfast. Once I have them settled at the table, I sit down with them to eat my breakfast. Now that my blurry vision had cleared and I was talking with them.

I said, "Oh my God! You cut your hair." And then I busted out laughing. I mean not just the normal chuckle, the deep down barrel laugh tumbled out.

Both Child #2 and Child#3 started crying and telling me, "You're not supposed to laugh at us. It isn't funny, Mom!"

Apparently they didn't expect me to laugh. I think they were expecting me to get mad and yell at them. All I could think about is when I was five and cut my bangs as short as Child #2 did. It was absolutely hilarious.

Child #2 cut her bangs way up on her forehead, which I thought was adorable. Child #3 cut her bangs on a slight angle sweeping into her longer curls, which I thought was very fashionable.

At least their school pictures had already been taken, but I'm sure the Christmas card will reveal the evidence.

Lots of Drama

With less humidity, the weather was beautiful enough to cut the grass today. When I started the lawn mower, I scared a mouse out from a large rock in our yard. Running for his life, he ran across the driveway. Since the kids were outside, I kept pushing the lawnmower to see if any of them would see the mouse. I wanted to see what their reactions would (I know I can be mean sometimes). As I watch the path of the mouse running for its life, WHAM!

The poor little guy gets hit by a scooter. Unknown to Child #1 that she has run over a mouse, I go to check on it. I figured the mouse got hit and would scurry off dazed.

Oh no. The ugly little thing is lying there squirming with half its brain hanging out of its side. I grabbed a shovel and tried to scoop it up, but it wouldn't scoop up. Now there was a little streak of blood on the driveway and three children are curious to what I am doing. I go back into the garage grab another object to push the mouse onto the shovel and throw it in the garbage.

Child #3 is saying, "Awww, poor mouse." Child #2 is so grossed out she stays back. Child #1 is saying, "I didn't know I ran it over."

I go back to mowing the lawn.

An hour later, I finish the lawn and Child #1 comes out telling me that she tried the fishy water and it doesn't taste good. I'm not quite sure what she means by fishy water so I'm guessing her sisters and her took fishy crackers and mixed it with water (my kids tend to do crazy experiments with or without parental guidance). I tell her I don't understand what she is talking about.

On my way into the house, she comes out with a jug of oil I used for frying chicken last night.

Child #1 says, "We thought it was tea so Child #2 and I tried some of it."

I doubled over laughing. After I calmed down, I asked, "How did it taste?"

They both scrunched up their faces in a disgusted look. I explained to them that it was oil from the chicken last night.

Child #1 immediately got scared. "What's going to happen to me?" Child #1 starts to blame Child #2 for making her try it and Child #2 starts crying and saying she is sorry.

I replied with another laugh, "You might get sick, but most likely nothing." She thought the oil was car oil. Child #2 started to cry.

Lesson learned "Don't drink something unless you really know what it is." Maybe. Let's hope this will sink in for the good teenage years:)

Enough drama for today. Have a great day!

Public or Private

Whoever said public school was free was completely wrong.

After spending half the day purchasing school supplies and labeling all supplies (even individual pencils need to be labeled) for three children going into school this fall, my pocket book is much lighter. I am wondering where the revenue from our property taxes is going. Then there is the fees and forms day. Another chuck out of the wallet.

All I have left for my hard work for the day is a blister on my finger from having to sharpen all the fifty No. 2 pencils that are required.

I still haven't bought school shoes yet. God help me!