Living...
The beginning...I have written for years about the anectodal stories that have happened to me and my family. "Murphy's Law" seems to befall me and my family, and I often find myself just finding a bit of laughter in all of the chaos. I spend most of my days at home with two of my children homeschooling and the other half of my days I am running from sporting event to sporting event. So, what sets me a part from all the other cheerleader moms, soccer moms, homemakers...well I guess that is for whomever finds my writing to be entertaining. So, as I bend to peer pressure, here I am.
I live in a small town, a town where there is no commercialism, a dry town (no alcohol sales), one traffic light, and everyone knows everything...or so they totally believe.
As the alarm rang I rolled over this morning and groaned...as the day was yet again starting..I walked down stairs, and proceeded to awaken each of my five children for school. Grabbing Lexi's cheer uniform off the line and the ribbon for her hair so she would be ready for the football game later that day. I awoke Ally and grabbed her soccer uniform out of the dryer, so she too would have her stuff for the day. Meredith's saxophone was still in the car, and had to retrieve as the panic will set in as she screams 'I can't find my sax' just before the bus would pull up to the curb. Yes, that was just a typical morning...then the boys...I homeschool them, so why awaken them at such an hour...well just because I can. I have no real reason, it more or less is to give them a schedule. I began their day as they begin the doorbell rings and its the baby I keep during the day. She is 9 months old and a spitfire.
The day seemed to move along, we had a history test, math quiz and a vocabulary homework. We practiced piano, and I say we because it is we...not them but we..I sit there and hold the beat after all they are only 9 and 10 right...at what point do I leave that bench and say...your on your own.??? I don't quite have that one figured out.
We finished school about 2pm and nap time for me, them and the baby. I love nap time, because after nap time is when my day really gets rolling.
Swim Practice: 3:30 to 5:30
Today is my turn to carpool...I make stops at 5 different houses to pick up swimmers ranging from freshman to juniors in high school. We all load up in the car and we are on our way. I drop the kids off at the pool, which did I mention is approximately 28 miles away. I usually do my grocery shopping as they practice. why?? well when you live 30+ minutes from any major grocery store, its sort of fun to shop, especially without kids. I grabbed my eco friendly bags and headed to Aldi's, then Walmart, and lastly Kroger. I loaded up the cooler with the meats and milk, and my bags with bread and dry items. The trunk is piled to the brim with all my bags, so much so the bags were spilling into the back seat. I was and am determined to be efficient. I head back to the pool, the kids should be finishing up within the next 20 minutes or so. I park the car, open the window, as the sun was beating down, and it was getting hot. I opened my book, The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown, and was gonna read for the next 20 or so minutes. Reading is a luxury that I never seem to have so I thought how perfect!!! I smiled as I heard the sound of a duck quacking, just tickled my heart, hard to describe, I can't explain any other reason for my giggle. The quacking continued, and then it became annoying, I looked out the window, in the mirror looking for the duck. Soon the quack sounded as if it was now tortured...it became pitchy and downright irritating...something needed to be done...My peaceful quiet time was now painful. I in my infinite wisdom decided to get out of the car and find this duck. I opened the loaf of bread and grabbed a few slices and off I went. I was gonna feed the duck and it was gonna stop squawking and I was gonna get maybe five minutes of quiet time. I looked and looked for the duck, but all I saw was an old beat up pick up truck. Inside with his window open was a toothless old man, and I am not joking he had a cowboy like hat and lifted his hand to the brim and smiled. I waved and smiled back...and asked have you seen a duck around here???? He said, no ma'am but I am practicing my duck calls.....He then asked whats the bread for??? I looked at him and just said, for you...I was gonna feed it to the duck, since you are the 'duck' guess its for you. He actually took my bread....
I never did get my 20 minutes of reading, as soon as I got home, it was off to basketball, and then to soccer both at opposite ends of the county. I spend more time driving from place to place.
I live in a small town, a town where there is no commercialism, a dry town (no alcohol sales), one traffic light, and everyone knows everything...or so they totally believe.
As the alarm rang I rolled over this morning and groaned...as the day was yet again starting..I walked down stairs, and proceeded to awaken each of my five children for school. Grabbing Lexi's cheer uniform off the line and the ribbon for her hair so she would be ready for the football game later that day. I awoke Ally and grabbed her soccer uniform out of the dryer, so she too would have her stuff for the day. Meredith's saxophone was still in the car, and had to retrieve as the panic will set in as she screams 'I can't find my sax' just before the bus would pull up to the curb. Yes, that was just a typical morning...then the boys...I homeschool them, so why awaken them at such an hour...well just because I can. I have no real reason, it more or less is to give them a schedule. I began their day as they begin the doorbell rings and its the baby I keep during the day. She is 9 months old and a spitfire.
The day seemed to move along, we had a history test, math quiz and a vocabulary homework. We practiced piano, and I say we because it is we...not them but we..I sit there and hold the beat after all they are only 9 and 10 right...at what point do I leave that bench and say...your on your own.??? I don't quite have that one figured out.
We finished school about 2pm and nap time for me, them and the baby. I love nap time, because after nap time is when my day really gets rolling.
Swim Practice: 3:30 to 5:30
Today is my turn to carpool...I make stops at 5 different houses to pick up swimmers ranging from freshman to juniors in high school. We all load up in the car and we are on our way. I drop the kids off at the pool, which did I mention is approximately 28 miles away. I usually do my grocery shopping as they practice. why?? well when you live 30+ minutes from any major grocery store, its sort of fun to shop, especially without kids. I grabbed my eco friendly bags and headed to Aldi's, then Walmart, and lastly Kroger. I loaded up the cooler with the meats and milk, and my bags with bread and dry items. The trunk is piled to the brim with all my bags, so much so the bags were spilling into the back seat. I was and am determined to be efficient. I head back to the pool, the kids should be finishing up within the next 20 minutes or so. I park the car, open the window, as the sun was beating down, and it was getting hot. I opened my book, The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown, and was gonna read for the next 20 or so minutes. Reading is a luxury that I never seem to have so I thought how perfect!!! I smiled as I heard the sound of a duck quacking, just tickled my heart, hard to describe, I can't explain any other reason for my giggle. The quacking continued, and then it became annoying, I looked out the window, in the mirror looking for the duck. Soon the quack sounded as if it was now tortured...it became pitchy and downright irritating...something needed to be done...My peaceful quiet time was now painful. I in my infinite wisdom decided to get out of the car and find this duck. I opened the loaf of bread and grabbed a few slices and off I went. I was gonna feed the duck and it was gonna stop squawking and I was gonna get maybe five minutes of quiet time. I looked and looked for the duck, but all I saw was an old beat up pick up truck. Inside with his window open was a toothless old man, and I am not joking he had a cowboy like hat and lifted his hand to the brim and smiled. I waved and smiled back...and asked have you seen a duck around here???? He said, no ma'am but I am practicing my duck calls.....He then asked whats the bread for??? I looked at him and just said, for you...I was gonna feed it to the duck, since you are the 'duck' guess its for you. He actually took my bread....
I never did get my 20 minutes of reading, as soon as I got home, it was off to basketball, and then to soccer both at opposite ends of the county. I spend more time driving from place to place.
Seriously? Practicing his duck calls? Never heard that one before...
Never a dull moment with you is there?
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Finally, someone from the magicalmochamoms posted your site so I could find you. Now to find you on facebook. Then we'll be set. Had a blast with you earlier this week.
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