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Call Moms in Their Natural Habitat-Day 4,Call MOM Terri

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A Not So Typical Day

In case you haven’t noticed, the Call Moms are posting a peek into our homes. Quite frankly, I don’t FEEL like letting you peek into my home, right now.

 

Ever been there?

 

My girls and I have baked hundreds of cookies, made mounds of fudge, cooked buckets of spicy pretzels, prepared 16 party bags for a birthday party we’re hosting this week, and all this on top of our usual schedule of laundry, meals, home schooling, outside sports and the other Christmas traditions we practice.

 

I’m tired.

 

Pooped.

 

Worn out.

 

Today is the first day of our Christmas Break and this is what we’re doing…

 

Morning: I sit in my chair typing this post wearing one of my husband’s over sized t-shirts, yoga pants with no make-up on…not fit to answer the door bearing my man’s name. I woke up early this morning as usual, but felt paralyzed to putting on real clothes.

 

I pour my hot tea, read my bible, feed the little ones and snuggle back into my reading chair.

 

The kids scattered to do their own thing, leaving the kitchen half way clean…Interpretation…MOSTLY DIRTY.

 

Late Morning: A few of my off-spring fly down our hill in the backyard on a skateboard barefooted and helmet-less. I pray the ER is not in our future.

 

The baby naps and a few daughters clean out a closet. I have declared today is a “NOTHING DAY” for us. I’m boycotting EVERYTHING.

 

Eating yummy food, reading for pleasure, and taking a nap are on my agenda.

 

The End.

 

Our usual structured days are organized chaos; even though this day is an official

rest day, it’s still organized chaos in a way.

 

Afternoon: No one broke any bones flying down the hill. Everyone’s hungry. I let the kids make their own lunches and the older ones feed the younger ones, too.

 

I’m feeling better… due to my boycott.

 

The baby is awake now and has successfully emptied 3 lower cabinets in the kitchen and pulled out 2 drawers of toys in the schoolroom. Everyone steps over the messes.

 

No one feels like cleaning today. We run a tight ship during the school year and the whole crew needs this break.

 

Evening: The dogs bark LOUDLY and kids holler like Santa’s on the scene, I know my dentist is about to walk through the door by their excitement. I quickly run a brush through my hair, and put something on my lips to show him I care.

 

He survives the bouncing barrier of dogs and kids; generously passing out tickles and kisses before I get to him.

 

I greet him in the den and he kisses me on the lips, “The natural look. I love it. You’re beautiful,” he says ignoring the rumpled house. I’m glad he lies.

 

I kiss him again to make up for our disheveled surroundings, and he squeezes my hiney to let me know it’s OK.(TMI? You asked for this!)

 

The kids in the background squeal, “Eeeewwww!!! Dad!! Gross!!!”

 

I laugh.

 

We have frozen pizza for dinner on paper plates at the dinner table and talk as a family for a while. After dinner the kids clean the kitchen mess and my dentist asks me if I feel like a hot bath. Are you kidding?


He announces, “Don’t bother us. We’re taking a bath.”

 

“Y’all are so disgusting!!” The kids groan unanimously.

 

I hope they are just as revolting with their spouses when they grow up.

 

We cover ourselves in a blanket of hot water and bubbles, and couldn’t care less if the whole house caves in around us; December beats us up like an out of control bucking bronco. We settle in to talk until the water gets cold, or disaster strikes, whichever happens first.

My oldest daughter holds down the fort, managing the kids and answering the door while we soak and talk.

 

After the bubbles dissipate, it’s time to return to the kids. We dry our prune selves off and put on pj’s.

 

Madeline announces that a colored sales man came to the door asking for her mother or father.

 

She innocently, (Naively? Stupidly?) tells him that we are in the BATH… Uh…room…TOGETHER. (What happened to, “They’re unavailable!” ?) He puts two and two together and said… “Whoa!!! Now they’ve got a good idea!! I’m going home to tell my wife this one and talk her into the same thing!!”

 

 Really? Can’t anything be private in our home?

 

Bedtime earlier than usual: I gather the little one for a night-time story. Brush teeth. Put on night diapers, say prayers, tuck them in, and then crawl into bed next to my dentist. I feel better. I think I’ll be able to wear real clothes and make-up tomorrow.


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