Sunshine Wolf
April 2, 2001

Spring Break At the Wolf’s Den

“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”

A tentative “Hi Honey” floats out of my mouth as an auto-response to the onslaught. Why am I confused? Well, here’s the deal. Giving birth is the sort of event that you remember. It’s a bit more outstanding in one’s mind that having an ice cream cone. I can’t tell you how many ice creams I’ve eaten, but I CAN tell you how many times I’ve given birth. Twice. Exactly twice. No more, no less. So where did the cheery “Hi Mommy” chorus come from?

I didn’t really want to know at that exact moment. It had been a long day at work. I had brought home some more work to do. Blinders on, I headed to my bedroom. I dropped my briefcase, shed my shoes, took a deep breath….and ventured back out into the fray.

“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
“Hi Mommy”
”How was your day?”

How was my day? Now it’s certain. There are alien kids in my house. Chickie would never ask that question. More likely she would be asking “What’s for dinner??”

I look around. One, two, three, four, – oh that one’s mine! – five, six, seven, eight….into the next room…nine, ten, eleven….. I quit counting at eleven. To imagine that there were more than 11 bouncing balls of teenage testosterone and estrogen bouncing around in my apartment was more than my mind could bear.

I escaped to the kitchen. Every dish in the house was stacked on the counter. There were multiple empty pizza boxes. The pattern on the floor tile I had mopped the previous day was unrecognizable. There was a case and a half of empty soda cans. I fled the kitchen.

“Hi Mommy”
”I Love You”
Hi Mommy”
”I Love You”
Hi Mommy”
”I Love You”
Hi Mommy”
”I Love You”
”Are they too noisy for you Mommy? I’ll tell them to be quiet”

It was a beautiful spring day – absolutely gorgeous. I got my work out of my briefcase and went to go work out on the balcony.

There was the other half of the case of empty soda cans. One of the fancy-schmancy green plastic patio furniture end tables lay in pieces. There were empty cups and the radio was blaring I wanna lick, lick, lick, lick you from your head to your toes…and I wanna move from the bed…..

Back into the house.

“Clean this mess up!”

And kids went flying in all directions. The dishes got washed, the garbage gathered and taken out, the counters washed, and the dog got taken for a walk. I sat down on the balcony and did some reading. Then I went back inside to do some more work. The radio was still on.

I’m sorry Ms Jackson – I am for REAL….I wish, I wish, I wish….It wasn’t me…..Who let the dogs out?

My sentiments exactly!! Who let the damn dogs out?

“Everybody out – now! I need a break!”

“Me too?” (wait a minute – that was one I birthed….) “Yes! YOU TOO!!!”

At last…..quiet. And it lasted for a good 20 minutes before they began trickling back in one at a time. They were real quiet. Guess they thought I wouldn’t notice when they got back up over 10 again. Sent them all home at 11 that night (to a rousing rendition of Good-night Mommy – I love you”) – all except for the 4 who were spending the night, that is.

That was day one of spring break. If you want to know how day two went….go back to the beginning and re-read this. Don’t you just love kids?

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lol, no i feel so sorry for you … and so happy for your child………lucky child….:) heres a hug……you need one

More ice-cream??

I know you’ll be happy when spring break is over!

Kids are great, aren’t they. 😉 Love,

now…do you know of a discount store we can trade em in at yet??? Mine must be defective!! I keep dumping all kinds of money and time into them..and they just want more!!!.;))

Snorking the merest amount. More wine and chocolate, dear SW? With a grin…Torin the Unsigned

*singing along and slapping my thigh* “who! who!” nothing like a chorus of kiddies to brighten your day!

*nostalgic smile* I used to do that myself, not so many years ago. But my friends weren’t so good at cleaning up after themselves. Now they’re all boys, and I don’t let them all into the house at one time unless my parents are away and we have lots of time to clean up.

Wow, that’s a heck of a lot of teenage girls in one place! You are very strong to survive it all. 🙂

Oh, boy! I don’t know how to raise girls. I would be pulling my hair out!

GROAN!!! My kids’ begins next week..but on the lighter side MINE begins the following week Woohoo!! What it is to be a student. Hugz

funny you brought that up, I was just wondering when my spring break was! ha! be well SW and get some rest!

LOL such a funny entry…I can see and hear it all. lotsa love.

Just think of it as lion-taming, and sell tickets to the show. I have a whip and chair you can borrow. (Just don’t ask me why I have them or what I use them for. LOL) Shalom,

Willy & Wilma
April 4, 2001

That’s a pretty normal, irresponsible-kid life. Mommie takes care of all that clean-up stuff. They have one thing on their mind–playing and eating! Believe me, Sunshine, it ends all too soon and gets a bit lonesome when they fly the coop. Can’t resist buying GS cookies @ $2:00/box now when those little Angels-to-be come around!. E had the utility room packed with hundrds of boxes.

Ah, kids!Here’s a little bit of trivia. Your noter, above, Tyler Durden. Now, why do I know that name?! Because my kid made us watch Fight Club with her after she’d watched it with friends (at 4am) and thought it was the funniest movie ever. At 9pm, it’s just a weird-ass movie. Even she admitted it.Chin up, Sunshine. It’s only a week! 🙂

but you really wouldn’t have it any other way, would you?

sophist
April 4, 2001

Great vacation start!! I wanna come over, too 🙂

darkart
April 4, 2001

heh aren’t kids just bundles of joy?

BlueEyes
April 5, 2001

Isn’t it time for you to take that short car trip North for my internet garage sale?

What I’d like to know is, why is it that after the kids have all left the nest, we look back at times like this and get a warm fuzzy and actually MISS IT! I’ve said it many times…..kids, the best invention ever…

Mother do you think they’ll drop the bomb? Mother do you think they’ll like this song? Mother do you think they’ll try to break my balls? Mother should I build the wall? Mother should I run for president? Mother should I trust the government? Mother will they put me in the firing line? Mother am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry. Mother’s gonna make all your nightmares come true. Mother’s gonna put all her fears into you. Mother’s gonna keep you right here under her wing. She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing. Mama will keep baby cozy and warm. Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby, Of course mama’ll help to build the wall.

Mother do you think she’s good enough — to me? Mother do you think she’s dangerous — to me? Mother will she tear your little boy apart? Mother will she break my heart? Hush now baby, baby dont you cry. Mama’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you. Mama wont let anyone dirty get through.

Mama will always find out where you’ve been. Mama’s gonna keep baby healthy and clean. Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby, You’ll always be baby to me. Mother, did it need to be so high? ~Pink Floyd~ I thought this was appropriate for this entry. I sang this song to Mom on Mother’s Day 1979. ~~Wolf~~</cente

*sigh* #6. Did this person go through ALL my favourites?

I know it is hard to believe now but this will be one of your best memories someday. I know because someday is here for me

Torin Invanusson
April 7, 2001

YooHOOOOO!! ::looking around:: With a grin…

Just wanted to say thankyou so much for the encouraging note you left me saying I am a mrvelous person who can do great things. Hugs,

Goodness! And I thought my life was a laugh-a-minute!

This makes me miss my house full. Kidatarnheim here alone on spring break. GREAT having him, but it just isn’t the same as a house full as you have. Would you like me to stop by for a bit and help clean?

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