Monday, March 10, 2008

Gotta get out of the house

Some things only happen when you're feverishly trying to keep your house show-ready. It's as if kids realize anew that their purpose in life is to complicate that of their parents. Here are some examples from last week:
  • Certain Small Children knock over bright pink nail polish over Brand New Kitchen Floor (being sure to get into the grout). That's sweet of you to spread it into the grout wipe it up, Honey. But I think that's a Mommy job.
  • Certain child Who Should Know Better writes, "I LOVE YOU" in permanent marker on the sidewalk right by the front porch ("I thought it was washable, Mom!"). I love you, too, but could we use chalk next time?
  • Certain child takes opportunity to admit a math grade of 30 as phone rings for the next showing.
  • Potty trained child takes opportunity to regress temporarily, and drip-drip-drips all the way up the [carpeted] stairs to the bathroom when we have less than 30 minutes to get out of the house.
However...

Being forced out of the house hasn't been all bad. Yesterday, when we had to be gone for three hours, we had a an all-family Raising Five whiffleball game.

Annie (6) shows promise as a pitcher. She just needs to learn to throw the ball in front of the batter.
Neal (13) knew he had no chance of getting past her, no matter how fancy the footwork.Ruthie (4) didn't enjoy fielding, even though she forces a smile here. Unless, of course, she was batting. She'd hit the ball and then run after it and tag herself. Allie better be taking a picture here and not texting.Libby (10) was a bit more serious about the game than the rest of us. Note the shin pads and cleats that make the "I know what I'm doing" statement. She really wanted to strike Neal out, but by this time Annie (6) and Ruthie (4) were content to be cheerleaders from the dugout.
And when a friend offered us their Dallas Stars hockey tickets for last night, it was a good excuse for the big kids to get out of the house and bond with Dad.Nobody even spilled anything while they were gone. It's a miracle.

8 comments:

Susanne said...

Fn, fun, fun! Praying yhat house sells quickly!

Becca said...

Looks like you had a great time!

Andrea said...

LOL, was wondering where you had been. (duh.) :)
Your big kids are so so cute!! Great pic.

Debbie said...

All I can say is you are too funny girlfriend! With our new addition (baby girl!), we are needing more space. So we've been on the fence: move, add-on, move, add-on.

With the unfolding of the Raising Five moving saga, you are helping to make this decision very clear to me.

Thanks. You're in my prayers for a quick sale. And no house catastrophes in the meantime!

P.S. The kids are too cute!

Lori - Queen of Dirty Laundry said...

Girl. I know there are times when you want to pull your hair out or just flat run away, but I LOVE what a good sport you are!

Looks like they had great seats at the Stars game!

Janice said...

So fun! You are truly experiencing the best of home selling and relocation! You know what I am predicting... like labor and high school, you will someday remember even the "bad" with some sort of fondness... if only in the light of "It is over!"

Love to you and again... this too shall pass! :0)

Keri Ann said...

Wow, what a string of minor catastrophes! You certainly seem to have a good attitude about them...guess that's what it takes to be a marvelous mom of five like you are, huh? :-) What's that verse about perseverance coming out of trials????

By the way, I had a dream the other night that a friend and I dropped in on you as overnight houseguests -- just what you need right now, isn't it? It may please you to know that in my dream, both your home and your kids were lovely and charming, just as I feel sure they are in real life! :-)

Kili @ Live Each Moment said...

The marker thing craked me up, I'm sorry but it did. I would have flipped. What did you end up doing??

And you wanna come potty train my completely uninterested 2 1/2 year old son? There is NO motivation for him, nothing and he doe snot care that he is not a big boy. "No mom, I not a big boy..."