It's Another One of THOSE Days

For the first time in a long time, not only did Micah sleep in past seven o'clock, but I didn't have to go anywhere or get up to do anything. I was half in and half out (because I'm conditioned to wake up at seven regardless) when the phone rang. It was the loving hubby, reminding me that the van needs taken to the garage first thing this morning because we forgot to drop it off last night.

I love those wake-up calls, don't you?

I tried in vain to get a packaging label to print but realized fifteen minutes into it that it's not very accommodating for international clients. After running the van to the garage, the thought occurred to me that I could have taken the package with and had the post office take care of that for me. I blame the brain lapse on PMS.

The kids informed me that we were running low on pig feed and that began the inquisition. How much are you giving them? Are they cleaning up between meals? Be sure they have plenty of water in this heat or they won't eat a thing. The small pig gained fifteen pounds last week (go, Henry!) and is only five pounds short to make weight. We're in, for sure. He has seven days to gain five pounds so it's a sure thing. I think. We're feeding those pigs all they'll eat, obviously. So close, and yet not quite there.

I had grand plans to continue sweating in the sun today but it rained instead. If I'd watch the weather, I'd know stuff like that. I spent a good portion of the day in the sewing room because I needed to. (I also cleaned the house, but you can't tell because there are four kids living here.) While I was happily sewing away, Micah came to see me. He was wearing a poodle skirt. Nothing else. Awesome.

Because I didn't know that it was to rain today, I hung a sleeping bag out to dry. It's wetter than when I hung it out. It also fell off the porch railing onto the rocks so it'll need completely rewashed. Fun times here, people. Fun times.

Micah just came up from the basement sans clothes. He ditched the poodle skirt for shorts and a tool pouch (and they say that women change often) but must have filled his pants because he came up nekkid and went straight for the wipies. First of all, thank goodness for marble poo that doesn't make a mess. And second, I have to go find the mess because, um, ewwww.

Okay, found, cleaned up, and duly disposed of. I'd like for that to be the end of the day, but it's not. The kids saw a mouse run from the pantry to the hall closet. They are determined that they'll catch it with their bare hands. Or a shoe. Or something. Thank goodness the Mouse Flu isn't an epidemic. Yet. I won't even think about mice with rabies because we've been watching Wallace and Grommit and the Wererabbit and it's a little bit freaky to think of a Weremouse. Or a rabid mouse. It would probably be the same thing.

Maybe tomorrow will be more normal. Does anyone know what normal looks like anymore?

12 comments:

Debbie in CA : ) said...

Haven't seen normal in years . . . don't even recall what it looks like. I faintly remember that it was boring . . . or was that wonderful? Hmmmmmm . . . I forget, so I'll just enJOY what I have right alongside you as you enJOY what has befallen you -- it's really pretty good (if you just learn to hold your nose now and again -- *snicker*).

: D

Michelle said...

Nope, not a clue as to what normal looks like, sorry. But don't the dogs take care of mice?

Good luck tomorrow :)

Fishsticks and Fireflies said...

Isn't there some sort-of saying about how after having kids there is a 'new normal' that you have to get used to? Can someone tell me when that happens?!

And I am loving the imagine of Micah in the poodle skirt! I am telling you, he and Cooper and kindred souls.

Leanne said...

Nope. I think normal might be boring anyway. Just sayin'.

Trisha said...

Normal? Is that real? I thought it was just a fictional state people talked about wistfully!

It sounds like your normal is happening all around you.

Viv said...

I keep telling myself that normal isn't all that it is cracked up to be...probably a self defense mechanism.

Flea said...

I don't think normal lives at your house. It doesn't live at my house, so I couldn't tell you if I saw it. Let me know if it finds you?

Roger said...

I'm with Leanne, normal would be boring. Too bad that you didn't watch the weather, because you could have latehred up the sleeping bag, and let mother nature do the rinse cycle. :)

Hope tomorrow(today)is more of a normal nature. Just don't get too bored with it. :)

mommaof4wife2r said...

love the pic!!! so fun!

Melvin said...

Its really fun....
Thanks for sharing...
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the planet of janet said...

normal is vastly overrated.

Anonymous said...

I have a question... WHY can't the dog puke on the hard floor, why does it have to be on the carpet?? My dog got into a bag of flour last night while we were gone at my grandpa's funeral (GRR nice welcome home mess) .. then he got sick overnight .. Good morning good morning welcome to your day... flour pasty puke all over the living room carpet.
I'm trying to come up with a word that encompasses what this week has been like for me so far .. yes SO FAR there are 2 days left.

Allie