I'm hungry!!!!

So if you don't know this by now, I'm going to share it with you how fun it is to live with a kid that wakes up early, early, early. Brady does not know the meaning of the words "sleeping in." That kid wakes up before dawn and will be talking in a very loud annoying voice that he's hungry. We send him back to bed and he will continue to come back every 5 minutes until we get up. We usually make him wait until at least 7 am so sometimes it's an hour to an hour and a half of dealing with this. Well, being the great parents that we are we just woke him up. He's been asleep for a few hours now so Brian went in there and started telling him in a loud annoying voice that he's hungry. Made him get out of bed. He's now laying in the hallway at the top of the stairs and Brian keeps telling him, "I'm hungry! Come make me some waffles!" We truly are awesome parents.

Let me go check on that....

If you know me well, you know I am not a morning person. At all. My son however, hasn't gotten that memo yet. This kid apparently gets up sometime this morning when the rest of the house is still sleeping, and decides he's going to eat left over Buffalo Wild Wings. Then he decides to come back upstairs and play his harmonica and accordion while intermittently coming into my room and telling me something in a very loud, hyper voice. I still had 15 minutes before I had to get out of bed. The kid apparently had a death wish in wanting to rob me of my 15 more minutes. Then Lily ends up going to school without her teeth or hair brushed because she wanted to have a complete come apart about her shoes. Then....silence once again as I shoo them out the door to the bus. Brady had a therapy appointment today and his therapist got a big kick out of last weeks story regarding the pee and the cat...and the half nakedness. Oh, and housing came out today and fixed our garage. I had to pretend sickness as an excuse for still being in pajamas and a robe at 11 am. Not my finest moment. Anyway, this all leads us to our wonderful Jose Pepper's waitress! They seated (sat?) us at our table and our waitress immediately took drink orders and she filled that order pretty quickly. The fun part comes in when we sat there for quite a while before she took our food order. In the meantime, she took our chip bowl and said, "I'll get you some more chips." 10 minutes later she comes around (we still have no food) and asks if we need anything. We're like, "Our chips." She goes, "Oh yeah." Brian had ordered pork tamales and asked for extra sauce that comes on it. She comes back a little later and says, "the flautas do not come with any kind of sauce." Brian says, "I ordered pork tamales." She gets a confused look on her face and says, "Oh. Let me go check on your food. It should've been out by now." Ya think? She then comes back and says, "That's what I had written down. Didn't mean to bother you." We gave her a pretty good tip though because she straight up reminds me of myself during my month long stent as a waitress back in 2001. It was very short lived because I was horrible at it. :)

People wonder why I need anxiety meds....

So this past week was a whirlwind of activity. Brady came home from school on Monday and threw up. He woke up Tuesday morning and every morning this week, with a fever. Strep test came back positive so that set off my plight to keep the children separated. And you just know that those blessed angels will always do what I ask them to do. NOT. So I was downstairs doing a little cleaning and then went upstairs to get in the shower. I notice Lily's door is closed so I go and open it. Both kids are in there. Brady is for some reason naked from the waist down. There's a huge wet spot on the floor, and a foul odor coming from the room. Being the awesome mother that I am, I immediately start yelling. Not the best way of dealing with things but it makes me feel better. It also keeps me from choking them which was my next instinct. In my blinding rage, I send my husband a text that tells him he better come home before I go to jail for murder. I then make my beloved spawn children sit in the hallway and read books. I know that's not a great punishment to use, but it worked at the time. Again, just trying to keep from committing murder. Not really caring if I scar them from reading. So Brian comes home and once again the yelling commences because once again--it makes us feel better and it keeps us from murdering the spawn. We finally got the story of what happened out of these children. Lily pee'd in a bucket. They then proceeded to try and make our kitten drink the pee from the bucket. Brady then proceeded to spill the pee all in the floor. Needless to say there was lots of yelling. There was also some not so nice cursing like a sailor. Again, not our finest parenting moment. However, next time this scenario plays out in your house, I'd like to see how you handle it better. They're both still banned from getting near or touching the cat.