May 2, 2014, 5:30 p.m. – At the moment there is one dog, two cats, one two-year-old, one five-year-old, three 10-year-olds (with one more 10-year-old on the way over) and a “pink fluffy unicorn dancing on rainbows” song on repeat over the speakers. Tonight, my oldest is hosting her first big slumber party. And I admit, I’ve abandoned Martin. I’m locked in my bedroom with my laptop under the guise of finishing my telework report for the day, but the truth?
I may not leave this space …
8:33 p.m. – Martin and I just teamed up and turned our family room in to a movie theater: popcorn, pillows, total black out. Everyone is quiet now and will be sleeping in a pillow/blanket fort in the living room downstairs, too. So far, so good
May 3, 9:15 a.m. – Much much earlier this morning, Martin reported to Andrews AFB for his monthly Reserve duty, abandoning me with the Children and the Sleepover Gang. So for breakfast, I threw bags of donuts at them and watched the destruction – the ripped bags, the powdered sugar, the mugs of milk, and the crumbs. Good lord, the crumbs.
9:30 a.m. – I’m implementing forced tunnel vision for myself right now. If I swivel my head around even the slightest, I’ll be overcome by the implosion that happened on the first floor of my home. I’m gonna need a bigger industrial vacuum cleaner.
10:40 a.m. – Patches Der Hund is probably the only dog I know who is very selective with her food. No peanut butter. No bread. No sugar. She’s been on the Paleo diet long before it was cool.
2:15 p.m. – My daughter’s sleepover fortress. (See above.)
2:35 p.m. – I just dropped off the last member of the Sleepover Gang, and her parents came out to talk with me as the kids dragged in the sleeping bag/bags/stuffed animals, etc. They mentioned the party invitation, and asked if the girls stuck to the schedule, and I had to admit that I no idea what they were talking about. That’s when the dad ran inside the house and grabbed the paper my daughter prepared for all her friends, explaining to me their favorite part were the warnings.
*NOW* I know why the OTHER parents refused the card I prepared for them with our contact information. “We already have it,” they told me. And I assumed Martin already got to them.
This is why. I had no idea.