Sunday, August 29, 2010

Weekends.. oh how i dread them.

Cory's job here has been a wonderful opportunity for our family. It does have some downsides though, one of them being he has to work Saturday and Sunday from 1-9pm. It makes the weekend drag on and those days seem hours longer than others! I always do a thorough scrubbing of the boys Saturday night so they are clean for Sunday. Which is so much fun now that Porter has decided he only takes showers! This is fine the other nights because he does it alone. But the little ones have to do whatever he does and no one else is here to distract them... so its all three boys in the tub and the floor is pretty flooded!
Porter and Theo watching themselves in the mirror opposite the tub... they posed and laughed at themselves for 20 minutes. Arthur is not tall enough to see his refection so he seemed confused what all the fun was about. Having three boys there is lots of wrestling, yes even on Sunday morning in your Sunday clothes while your parents are frantically trying to get everyones shoes on.
Theo's butterfly band aid is from a gash that Arthur gave him by pitching the car at his face as hard as he could. Ahhh brotherly love!



Dog pile!



Oh look they are all kind of being still!! This is a rare moment.
So after this we piled them all in the car. I asked Cory if he had my van key, he said nope and got in his car to start for church. ( we drive separate because he leaves halfway through sacrament so he can get to work on time) I ran back in the house to find the key. I looked and looked and looked... ten minutes later i call Cory who is at the church by now and ask him to please check his pockets. Ooops he says. By the time he drove home and we both drove back we had missed the sacrament. We settled down in the foyer to try and listen to the speaker over the intercom. This mainly consists of me listening and Cory chasing a child down the hall every other minute.






Cory leaves about 15 minutes before the meeting gets out. Porter runs away after a friend in the hall, Theo is crawling all over the chair trying to reach the fire alarm, Arthur is running in circles while fruit snacks fall on the floor behind him. I am wondering why i come to church?? ( keep in mind I just had that surgery so I cant physically restrain any of them in my lap or pick them up) Five seconds later Theo takes the entire baggie of cereal and goldfish and dumps it out on the floor making sure to crunch it in. I start frantically picking it up with the help of a couple other moms.. Theo starts picking up too and shoving it in his mouth. Someone even got a vacuum out because it was THAT bad. This is about the time i wonder what Arthur is doing since i cant see him. He is behind the chair shoving all the crayons in the vent! My lovely boys.


But wait.. there was more! After Church I arrive home with three hungry, thirsty, cranky boys. Its a nice hot day and we live by the pool so of course every single parking spot in front of my apartment is taken. I find a spot across the way that i squeeze my van into between a Truck and a Hummer ( really who drives those and why??) I cant carry the boys still so i shepperd them across the street, get to the house and realize i don't have the house key. I give them all instructions to stay right there while i go back and look everywhere in the car for them. I am so close to the Hummer i set off the alarm... i ignore that and keep looking.... then i hear honking from behind me because Theo is in the road, naked from the waist down! He tells me he had to go pee and went in his pants so he took them off. I then see a nice old lady with Arthur so i run over there to tell her I am here and please don't call anyone i really am not ignoring my children. This is about the time I call Cory to ask him what to do... Oooops he says he took my house key with him to work!! I seriously laughed. You would think after this morning he would remember not to put my keys in his pocker! Its 3:30 by now, my kids are hot and starving and one is half naked. It was laugh or cry!

Right as I was loading up the kids in the van for the 40 minute round trip drive to Cory's work i saw a maintenance guy walk by (that was there to fix something else i assume). I flagged him down and he was kind enough to go get the master key and let us in to our home sweet home, Thank goodness!


I was done .



We had pb&j for dinner, watched Carebears the movie, and they went to bed early!

It was one of those days.








10 comments:

king bacon2 said...

...WOW...
That and I love you and hope that your next Sunday is a LOT easier..

Barbara said...

Your blessed Sabbath. Since it can't get much worse, maybe it will get better.

Jewels said...

Kudos for dealing with that day. I would've been sitting on the ground crying at that point. You're awesome!

Steph said...

I agree with Jewels. I would have cried.
Fun to chuckle about it later, right?

Zanny said...

I'm glad you wrote it down in a blog post so you'll remember all the details later! It's just too funny! Horrible...but FUNNY! I love the way you wrote it too:)

Thora said...

I'm sorry. Aren't little kids and sundays crazy? But just think - you have all these funny (and horrible) memories now - and most of the moms at church have been, or will be where you are right now. You're too funny, Camilla.

Tali said...

oh sis! those days........make me wonder if/how i will ,ake it through another day. You are AMAZING! i would not have laughed thats for sure, and probobly would not have stayed at church. I would like to in the future when i have a day like that. i am trying to change so that my reaction is more like that. kuddos, your awseome! i love you and your cure crazy boys. i have girls that match ;)

Jaimie said...

That really sucks! I sure hope that it gets easier and that you can start throwing those boys around soon :) Just bring them over to me some saturday and I whip them into shape ;)

Brimaca said...

Oh wow! Wow!

Lidybit said...

Aw Memories!!! Boys and church!! You'll know it was all worth it a few years from now!! Family is an Adventure!!!
Love ya, Beth Teeples