wah wah wah

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Boo hoo, I say!
Tonight I am taking a (slight) break from posting the finishing touches of our Utah trip. I feel the need to blurge. So readers beware. Best put on your rain gear, cuz there's a whole lotta whinin' goin' on.
THE KIDS...
... are in bed (finally; it's now 9:52 pm), but not asleep. Corrine is listening to her Hannah Montana barbie doll sing to her over and over and over and over...you get the picture. The reason for this, being that we told her she couldn't listen to her CD player tonight. Only after she was found trying to sneak back into her room to sleep there. She had originally wanted to sleep in Hunter's room on the floor, but changed her mind not long after she begged and cried to be allowed there in the first place! I knew that if she were allowed to listen to her radio, she would be up another hour, because we all know from experience what happens when Corrine turns on her Hannah Montana cd: a song and dance show begins. Hunter is upset because he (understandably) doesn't want an emotional girl in his room upsetting his karma. (To be honest with you, I don't even know if I used "karma" in the right context, but it sounded good.) Which then made Corrine cry even more," Nooooo onnnnne loooovessss mmmmeeeee!" This is the point in the story where I should have run in there, thrown my arms around her and said, "Oh you sweet, sweet, poor unloved child. Here I am. The one who birthed you. The one who will wrap you in a cocoon of cotton and protect you from the world. I love you. I am here for you. Shhhh, sweet child. Don't cry." No. Our fairy tale doesn't go that route. My reaction was more along the lines of, "CORRINE BURRELL. STOP CRYING THIS INSTANT!" (Yes. I really did say "instant".) "IF YOU DIDN'T WANT TO SLEEP IN HUNTER'S ROOM, THEN WHY DID YOU ASK IN THE FIRST PLACE? GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE UNTIL THE SUN IS SHINING IN YOUR EYES! Or until I come in to wake you up for school."
THE HOUSE...
...is a freakin' disaster. My room, (where all the unwashed laundry is strewn about waiting to be taken to the laundry room which is right around the corner. Literally.) the laundry room, (where all the recycling is piled up waiting to be taken to the car and then on to the recycling bin) the kitchen, (where all the dishes are waiting to be unloaded/loaded from/into the dishwasher), Hunter's room, (I can't even see the carpet. Oh wait. There is is. Nope. It's a dirty sock.) the kids' bathroom (where the towels are strewn about and all the toilet paper rolled off the roll apparently all by itself) the living room (where, yes, the Christmas stuff is still up and waiting to be taken down. I know. I KNOW. I KNOW!) and finally into Corrine and Elayna's room. (where Elayna has emptied every drawer and laundry hamper and thrown all the clothes here, there, everywhere. Because she can.) I would like to wrap a warm, fuzzy blankie around myself, crawl into my shower, slide the door closed, lean my head against the wall and plug my ears and howl at the full moon tonight. Why? Because howling is a part of my animal instincts which seem to be kicking in right now and are making me want to eat my young.

Comments

Jami said…
HA HA HA. Oh, Emily, I've so been in your shoes!!! Well, not the SAME ones, but you know. I've wanted to eat my young on many occasions, but maybe that's why Heavenly Father didn't make us cannabols (SP??) so they would survive amongst all the craziness? I find that when my house is a mess, I'm crazy!!!! Which is quite often. HA HA. And I don't want to clean it because it sucks all my energy just looking at it all. What a yucky cycle. This is when you need to make a deal with your hubby and bribe him with something he wants to get him to help. OH MICHAEL!!!! :0)
January 22, 2008 at 11:06 AM
Tyler and Sheena said…
Oh man, I feel your pain. I'll howl at the moon with you.
January 22, 2008 at 8:40 PM
Lindsay said…
Our realities are so similar... well, except for the kids part... and then there's the Hannah Montana CD... but the rest was close. (disarray of laundry and howling)
January 23, 2008 at 7:05 PM
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