Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Act 3

And now we have reached the portion of the show lovingly entitled, "Mommy Cannot Take Much More of This Shit."

Mary Grace is bored, so she's up my nose.  Jack is bored and feeling better.  He is into everything.  He tried to drink the liquid that had accumulated at the bottom of Claire's sick bowl (which was mostly water and LYSOL for God's sake), and now he's taking all the things out of the cabinet in the dining room (wine, a giant thing of cheese balls, other random junk...), and now he's pulling all the Kleenex out of the box, and now he's trying to get in the china cabinet...  Claire feels better enough to lament that she can't do anything, and being sick sucks, and now she's demanding and she wants things and I don't want her to have things (like drinks) because her stomach is still a ticking time bomb and 5 year olds really don't understand the instruction, "Sip it."  Mary Grace wants more coloring pages.  The TV quit working.  BJ wants to know where some random information is for the taxes.  Jack is in the dog food.  The dog is eating all the things.  This all happened in the last 10 minutes, and BJ has been gone since 7:45 am.

It's a damn good thing that tomorrow's book club night.

1 comment:

Bev said...

I RARELY drink...really. At WalMart we discovered these "Daily's Ready to Drink" pouches with daiquiris, margaritas, pina coladas that you put in the freezer. When you want to enjoy an icy refreshing adult beverage, just open and squeeze some frozen lusciousness into your glass. The Peach Daiquiri is so yummy! Sounds like you could use an icy refreshing drink at book club!