Yesterday I thought it might be fun to invite a few friends over for a painting playdate. Lola got a new painting kit for Christmas and I have only allowed her to use it once. If you are at all familiar with toddlers and paint, you would understand why I avoid it like the, well in this case, RSV or Rotavirus.
I prepared a spaghetti and crudités with various dips. I thought this would be easy, and a great dish to serve adults and kids.
The play-date was going swimmingly, kids were playing great; moms were enjoying the company and the weather warmed up just in time for our friend’s arrival. We sat the kids down for lunch, all seven kids fit at the table and the worst part of it was trying to supply them with enough baby carrots to eat. Amazing! Next was lunch for grownups. We had a lovely meal, as the children busied themselves outside. There were virtually no fits, I mean that only three out of seven threw a fit, so that is good statistics when it comes to large groups.
After we had finished eating I got up to start clearing the area so we could pull out the paints. Glancing at the clock, I noticed time was getting away from us fast. Most of the kids, well all but Lola, take naps, and we were quickly crouching into naptime. Aka: Fits-Fights-Full on losing it. I threw some noodles and carrots down the disposal and kept right on washing. We were in the throws of one of Cody’s more interesting family stories. If you know Cody at all, you know that ALL her family stories are interesting; so one engaging you more then the rest is a really killer. By the way, I had already heard this one at least twice.
I stepped to the right to grab some dishes and I heard a “squish”. When I looked down the floor was covered in water.
“What the…?” I opened my cabinets under the sink and a huge spray of water was pouring out of our pipes. I think I screamed, I know I shouted one or two “unclean” words…ok, maybe three, and just sat on my heels like a dummy. They all jumped up to have a look. After some exclamation Sarah handed me something to catch the water with.
“Well, does anyone know how to fix a sink?” I said in a sarcastic manner. Sarah, my friend that is 26 weeks pregnant, looks at it, jumps down and says, “I do, this just happened to me last WEEK!”
It was one of the funniest craziest things I have ever seen. There she is squatting down with a huge pregnant belly undoing the piping under my sink. As if my shock at seeing one of my friends do a job that I had chiefly set in my mind was only for males was not enough, Cody jumps in and grabs the pipes and starts helping her. They both knew to take it outside to the hose and clean it out. I do not think Jessica and I had even processed what happened in the time it took the two of them to fix the problem.
In the process of pulling apart the pipes Sarah did remark, “This is the proudest day of my life.” Now some people, men mostly, might think that is a crazy statement, after all Sarah has two children, a Masters, and lives in a beautiful home, but to be able to jump in and fix a leaking sink with SEVEN children in the house, that is a proud day sister.
Cody finished off the job by putting it all back together without one TOOL!
Sigh. Thank God for them. What I was thinking when the water was washing over my feet and splashing my face was, “How can I get Mark here fast enough? Oh Man is he gunna be MAD AT ME!” It never even occurred to me to do anything else. I like to think of myself as this proud, strong, do-it-yourself woman, yeah not so much. As I sit and reflect I do not like, nor do I do, yard work, trash duty, or anything that requires me to step foot near a toolbox or the outdoors. WHAT A SISSY!
I am now going to be woman; I am now going to fix leaky sinks, busted toilets, and paint fascia boards, (Is that how you spell it?) OK, we will see. Now that I am naming all the things I do not like to do, I still have no desire to do most of those things on a regular basis. What I would like is to be able to be 6 months pregnant and stop a sink from flooding a kitchen while my children bite at my feet and my friends ooh and ahh over my many “skills”. Is that too much to ask without having to take out the trash?
.
I prepared a spaghetti and crudités with various dips. I thought this would be easy, and a great dish to serve adults and kids.
The play-date was going swimmingly, kids were playing great; moms were enjoying the company and the weather warmed up just in time for our friend’s arrival. We sat the kids down for lunch, all seven kids fit at the table and the worst part of it was trying to supply them with enough baby carrots to eat. Amazing! Next was lunch for grownups. We had a lovely meal, as the children busied themselves outside. There were virtually no fits, I mean that only three out of seven threw a fit, so that is good statistics when it comes to large groups.
After we had finished eating I got up to start clearing the area so we could pull out the paints. Glancing at the clock, I noticed time was getting away from us fast. Most of the kids, well all but Lola, take naps, and we were quickly crouching into naptime. Aka: Fits-Fights-Full on losing it. I threw some noodles and carrots down the disposal and kept right on washing. We were in the throws of one of Cody’s more interesting family stories. If you know Cody at all, you know that ALL her family stories are interesting; so one engaging you more then the rest is a really killer. By the way, I had already heard this one at least twice.
I stepped to the right to grab some dishes and I heard a “squish”. When I looked down the floor was covered in water.
“What the…?” I opened my cabinets under the sink and a huge spray of water was pouring out of our pipes. I think I screamed, I know I shouted one or two “unclean” words…ok, maybe three, and just sat on my heels like a dummy. They all jumped up to have a look. After some exclamation Sarah handed me something to catch the water with.
“Well, does anyone know how to fix a sink?” I said in a sarcastic manner. Sarah, my friend that is 26 weeks pregnant, looks at it, jumps down and says, “I do, this just happened to me last WEEK!”
It was one of the funniest craziest things I have ever seen. There she is squatting down with a huge pregnant belly undoing the piping under my sink. As if my shock at seeing one of my friends do a job that I had chiefly set in my mind was only for males was not enough, Cody jumps in and grabs the pipes and starts helping her. They both knew to take it outside to the hose and clean it out. I do not think Jessica and I had even processed what happened in the time it took the two of them to fix the problem.
In the process of pulling apart the pipes Sarah did remark, “This is the proudest day of my life.” Now some people, men mostly, might think that is a crazy statement, after all Sarah has two children, a Masters, and lives in a beautiful home, but to be able to jump in and fix a leaking sink with SEVEN children in the house, that is a proud day sister.
Cody finished off the job by putting it all back together without one TOOL!
Sigh. Thank God for them. What I was thinking when the water was washing over my feet and splashing my face was, “How can I get Mark here fast enough? Oh Man is he gunna be MAD AT ME!” It never even occurred to me to do anything else. I like to think of myself as this proud, strong, do-it-yourself woman, yeah not so much. As I sit and reflect I do not like, nor do I do, yard work, trash duty, or anything that requires me to step foot near a toolbox or the outdoors. WHAT A SISSY!
I am now going to be woman; I am now going to fix leaky sinks, busted toilets, and paint fascia boards, (Is that how you spell it?) OK, we will see. Now that I am naming all the things I do not like to do, I still have no desire to do most of those things on a regular basis. What I would like is to be able to be 6 months pregnant and stop a sink from flooding a kitchen while my children bite at my feet and my friends ooh and ahh over my many “skills”. Is that too much to ask without having to take out the trash?
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