Monday, March 8, 2010

Retro-blogging

Is there such a thing as retro-blogging?  Several people have pointed out that I haven't posted anything since January.  Really?  I could swear I wrote something in February...hmmm, perhaps not.  Well, now it's March...where to start, what to say?  I'm not really sure what actually happened in the month of February.  I know Valentines Day was in there.  Most of the month was ridden with illness that got passed from child to child to parent to parent.  It was a pretty sick month.  Fortunately nothing serious...just back to back upper respiratory virus type stuff.  You know, that stuff that makes both parents and children somewhat miserable...and most of you also know, that being a mommy means that you aren't allowed the luxury of getting sick...and if you do, you don't get to take time off from motherhood.
What else happened?  Scott went away for a week.  Actually, he just got back from another week away too.  Those weeks are never fun.  It always amazes me to think about how all those single parents survive.  Or rather, how all those children of single parents survive.   I mean, it's no wonder some species eat their young!  Seriously.  The highlight of my week came on my last night of flying solo.  Dayton and Saige were watching a show before bedtime while I got Addley fed and ready for bed.  I told them I was going to put her to sleep and that when I got back I would read them their bedtime story.  I was gone less than 3 minutes; which is apparently A LOT of time for a 4 year old and 2.5 year old to be up to no good.  During those 3 minutes, Dayton doused himself with Scott's cologne and Saige squirted hand sanitizer all over my bedside table (which is less than a year old I might add).  They then wiped it around with a kleenex (to clean it up they say), spreading it over half the table and then decided they might experiment with cleaning the rest of it off with my nail file!  The sanitizer nicely removed the finish off the wood and the nail file nicely damaged it with pretty scratchy designs.  Well, I pointed to their bedroom and said nothing because I was more than a little mad.  Saige said, "I guess no bedtime story?"  A double point from me.  On the way to their bedroom she asked me I still loved her (my head said no, but my heart said yes) and my finger kept pointing towards their bedroom.  Dayton didn't say a word.  He just climbed in his bed and pulled the covers up...I might have heard him say sorry, but I'm not certain.  They both stayed in bed (a rarity) the whole night.  I was thankful Scott was returning the following day.  The morning of that day I discovered several presents in my closet...compliments of the dogs.  Need I say more?  And that folks, is what you all have been missing out on...
Perhaps my next post will focus a little more on the good and cute things my kids have been up to...

1 comment:

Miriam said...

Someday you'll look on that incident with fondness. :-P At least, that is what I'm told when I repeat stories like that!

And don't dogs always have the most superb timing? It always amazes me when my dog chooses to get in trouble...he has a knack for picking a time that will get him the optimal 'anger' treatment...

I might also add - I was amazed you were able to get Addley to bed in 3 min. :-)