This morning started out with a woman on a mission. On the way home from work I wanted to get John his favorite breakfast and put candles in it. No such luck chuck. First of all, I have no idea where to find a candle in my house, probably should have planned that better. Secondly, I realized almost too late that Finley has therapy today... no clean clothes or socks... my children look like hobos today! Twenty minutes later I am trying to coax the kiddos into the car only to realize that I have no keys! Seriously. I. am. not. happy. J.T. has a breakdown because he wants to wear daddy's sunglasses and a Star Wars shirt. "Daddy's sunglasses are missing, your Star Wars shirt is dirty, no you can't wear the one from yesterday even though it isn't stinky because it would make mommy look like a bad mommy! Why don't you wear this Wall-E shirt you love soooo much or look, here is your Incredible Hulk sweatshirt that Santa brought you... if you don't pick a shirt and put it on I'm gonna....."
Somewhere in another room, Finley is silent. You know the silence, the bad silence. Only when I track him down, he just smiles and comes when I ask him to get in the car. Strange. As we are leaving, (John found my keys) my sweet husband is searching frantically for his wallet (and sunglasses as far as J.T. is concerned) ;)
Fast forward a few minutes...
After getting the boys in their preschool classes (I have to sleep today, worked last night) (Finn's therapist comes to his school)I get a call from John explaining to me that when he took the boys to dinner last night he may have lost his wallet while climbing in the playland...?!?!
I drive to the playland, ask the management if his wallet has been turned in and am secretly mad at the liars behind the counter that I know found his wallet and have chosen to keep it, and proceed to climb ON MY HANDS AND KNEES through this playland that is covered in soooo many unholy things (I just know it!)to look for said wallet. After much grunting and sighing and evil looks from parents thinking I have lost my marbles or am a child molester, I begin to think that John's entire day is going to be ruined because of this disaster and we will always remember THIS birthday as the one that ruined our lives and our children's lives because of identity theft...
and then John calls me...
and he has found his wallet...
guess where it was hidden... and who hid it...
Busted!
Finley, with a wallet, in the playroom.
This post is dedicated to my ever-patient, handsome, amazingly wonderful husband, father to our two beautiful boys, whom without which, my children wouldn't have been nearly so dang cute!!!
I will love you for the rest of my life...
Meredith
3 comments:
That is hilarious! I have those kind of days too. And we most certainly know about the bad silence in our house. It usually means Carter is either a) playing in the toilet water, b) breaking something or c) spitting his food out somewhere in the house! Happy Birthday John!
How funny! I know that silence. I think all moms know and dread the silence. Hope John's birthday is filled with more good memories. Enjoy! And Thanks for the comments on my page.
I have those kinds of day more than I would like to admit...I can never find my keys because I just lay them down where ever I sit first and then sometimes I search and search and they are in my pocket but I could swear I looked there several times already! I will have to post a story about what "SILENCE" means at my house! I am sure you could only imagine but then I would tell you to make it 3 times worse than that and you might be getting closer.
Happy Birthday John!
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