Saturday

This is from 2012- nearly 2 years ago.  It has been in my draft folder and I decided to post. 6/22/14


It's 9:15 am (or something) on Saturday morning.  I've been up for hours, but am still unshowered and in my pajamas.  There are 2 kids swirling around me, the other has already escaped into the neighborhood. I'm so glad God is faithful to work on my character development, but wow, on a Saturday?

At 8:17 I'm making pancakes and there's at knock at the door.  She's wearing scrubs and holding Turkish soccer jerseys.  She walks in without making eye contact and immediately starts talking. "Oh hey, I have the stuff for the kids..." as if it's completely normal to see her at this hour and I know exactly what she's talking about.

Thing is- it is and I do.  But it's noteworthy.

I turn back to my pancakes and call the boys up.  They don't listen.  I yell.  They don't listen.  I tell them there are gifts upstairs and they come.  They demand breakfast and syrup and forks and I'm trying to make a smoothie and the blender is stuck...

She starts handing out clothing while reading a note about sizes.  Pretty soon she's handing out checks and money.  How can I vascillate so quickly between annoyance and gratitude? I offer her breakfast.

She gets a call from Gramps.  He's in pain and she needs to come home.  "I need to get home right away.  Something's wrong with Gramps!"  And then she pours syrup on her plate.  I pour myself some coffee.  She eats and leaves and I survey the wake.  I marvel that my husband is still in the shower, feeling no need to come out and: A).  Help me or B). See what his mom is (was) here for.  I need to make more pancakes, the kids are begging for video games.  I say no, argument ensues.  Hannah is screaming to get down from the table, although she has syrup in her hair and all over her arms.  She's been eating syrup with her fingers.

Right now it's calmer, although I can hear Aaron trying to break open the office door.  Last night Asher decided to experiment with door locks.  He thought we could pick it open with a hanger.  He was wrong.  Asher and I also had a lesson on how not to scream at someone who's talking on the phone, which was earned while I was discussing Urgent Care options with Gigi on the phone.  So I sent him into my room with my cell phone and told him call Aaron in the kitchen as a little lesson.  Then I proceeded to bang on the door and ask for popsicles while he was trying to detail his birthday list to Papa.  He loved playing me by yelling, "Shut UP!" and slamming the door in my face.  For the record, I've never done that.

Wow.  Saturday.