04 November 2007

My Friday

Sorry about not posting yesterday. Post-Halloween recovery as well as partaking of the Roswell Ghost Tour. Gettin' my paranormal on!

Friday began like any other day. Breakfast, shower, kissing Ty-man 'bye as he heads off to work, playtime, lunches, naps, laundry, washing dishes, more playtime, time for Ty-man to return in time for dinner. It was a rather calm, uneventful day.

All was quiet. Bubba and Miss-Miss were playing in the kitchen with the bread drawer (hey, bread gets squished, but they're happy, so let 'em at it!), J-man is chilling in his gymini, handyman Keith is repairing our gutters. Excellent! I can make a phone call to Not Afraid To Use It who is flying to Georgia for a family visit and wants to hook up later in the week. Cue release of "chaos-producing kid hormone."

While I'm on the phone (this, by the way, is the first time we've spoken to one another outside of e-mails; first impressions are important), J-man begins to fuss. So, I pick him up and jiggle him while talking. We're getting to the end of our conversation and the doorbell rings. Handyman needs information. I ask him to wait because I'm on a long-distance call. About this time, Bubba slams his finger in the bread drawer, causing a screaming freak-out in the ear not being occupied by the phone. Joy. I quickly cut off from my blogging buddy with promises to talk when she gets into town. I calm Bubba down (all while still holding J-man) and realize I need to go to the bathroom, yesterday, numbers 1 and 2. So, off I go, with J-man, into the 1/2 bath. This bath has no carpet, so I can't set him down. I somehow manage to get the pants pulled down with one hand, do my business with J-man on my lap, and get the pants back up, and hands washed. Talent, I tell you. While doing all of this the doorbell rings again and the phone rings. I run outside to talk to the handyman, letting the phone go to voice mail (friggin' telemarketers) and I see Ty-man pull up. I turn the handyman over to him. Upon returning inside, J-man has had it and the twins are starving.

And people wonder why animals in the wild eat their young. Well, and their handymen, too.

2 comments:

Teri said...

How cool that you might get to meet NATUI! I've tripped over to her blog from yours a few times and judging by some of the posts I read, you'll be like a breath of fresh air...a great, TRUE friend. And yes, that's all I took from that post. As far as all the whining about motherhood, well, you asked for it! :-) Teehee. I just couldn't resist.

Not Afraid to Use It said...

You made a GREAT first impression! No worries about that my dear! I know what you mean, though. I kinda feel like I am going on a blind date! LOL I can't wait!