Angels And Ambushes

Just a quick note to say we are all one the mend after a long bout with colds/coughs/boogers/drugs/etc.  At least I'm on the mend.  At that's really what matters.  Not that I don't wish my kiddies health as well but somebody's got to cook and do laundry around here; hot dogs and mac 'n cheese will only take one so far.  And I'm hoping Little Moo's teacher didn't realize how many times he wore the same pair of pants to school last week.  Hey, jeans are jeans right?  And who's saying that stain didn't get on them this morning at breakfast.

Anyway, thanks again to all the friends in my life who showed up with helping hands, kind words, pots of warm soup and homemade bread, and fashion advice.  THANK YOU!  

Now, if you read the header of this post you are probably thinking, "Angels and ambushes, okay, here were some angels, but where does the ambush come in?"

I'll tell you.

And this is why it's important I am getting better.

The children get bored when left to their own devices for too long.  This is not good.  

As I was finishing cleaning up from dinner the other night I heard a voice bellowing down from the master-bathroom, "MOOOOOOM!  I'M READY TO BE WIPED UUUUUUUP."  (It has kind of a catchy sing-song melody to it--I'm sure you know it.)  So I dry my hands, take off my apron, and traipse up the stairs to clean the offending bottom.  As I enter my bedroom a goose down missile pelts me in the head followed by two more pillows thrown by less accurate arms.  AH HA!  I'm quick to grab a shield pillow and lob a couple more back toward the bed were Matthew has staked his claim.  But before we get to far into this fight I holler "Did you wipe yourself up?!"

And what is the answer.

No.  He did not wipe himself up.  He never went to the bathroom.  It was all a ploy to coax me into their game.  Oooooh.  Those clever little buggers.

But just you wait.  Next time I'm putting on that big ape suit and jumping into the room waving my arms like a lunatic and hollering for bananas.  We'll see who gets the last laugh then.  Ha ha.

Please don't turn me in to social services.