So today started much like any other day. The alarm goes off and in a dreamy state I roll over and hit Coby to get him to turn it off...no Coby...where is Coby and WHY did he NOT turn off his alarm? A few minutes pass and I realize that the incessant buzzing is not going to stop unless I get myself out of my nice warm "cocoon" and turn it off myself!! "where is HE!!" "Why is he doing this to me?" as I emerge from the warm confines of my cocoon I hit his alarm clock...nothing happens. I open my eyes to see there are no lights on and his alarm is not the source of the noise, mine is. AHHHHHHH it cant be time to get up already!!! So noisy alarm mystery and missing husband mystery solved at the same time...I am a genius.
The next task at hand is to wake four lovely chickens from their slumber. (I hope I remember their names...) As I open the 'girl chickens' door I see my youngest chicken perched on her bed and she says to me "why are you here? I thought it was time to sleep?" I say "then why are you up?" "cause I thought it wasn't time to get up" ...Whatever Bekah I haven't had enough coffee to deal with your logic yet. I move on to chicken number 2, she is slightly more reluctant to rise and throws her stuffed bear at me. "Brittany get you stuff for a shower we gotta get going." She rises from her royal bedding and glares at me and says "but I PROMISED myself that I would sleep till 9" I laugh and tell her "in your dreams, we gotta get going I have meetings to get to you need to get in and out of the shower...QUICK!" I move onto the 'boy chickens' room. They both pop out of bed and are dressed and have their beds made before I can even leave the room. I then go back to the 'girl chickens' room and find Rebekah dressed and Brittany STILL picking out her clothes!! "Brittany, you have 15 minutes to be showered and dressed! I am getting your cereal and then getting in the shower." So I move into the kitchen get my fast moving chickens their cereal and then head to the shower. After getting myself ready I then discover that my oldest slow moving chicken is STILL in the shower!! AHHHHH I realise I only have 15 minutes to drop off the chickens and get to my meeting across town and I STILL have not had coffee!!! I tell Rebekah to tell her sister to hurry up and I go start the car. We finally get out of the house and drop the chickens off at grandma chickens house and I leave for FOUR thrilling hours of reviewing foster care placements and making recommendations. Non-stop action for the next four hours.
Next I pick up the chickens and we head home for our art and math for the day. 1 hour later Chicken number 3's grandma comes to get him for his visit. I finish up math with chickens 1 and 2 and then head back to town to drop off chicken number 4 with her grandma and grandpa. Then chickens 1 and 2 and I go to DQ and get a much needed treat and then go pick up chicken number 4.
It was not time to pick up chicken number 3 yet so I thought I would let my chickens be "free range" for a few minutes and took them to the park. I took this few minutes of free time to call my Mom. As I am talking on the phone I see my 4th chicken pull her pants down in middle of the park. I say "I have to call you back" and run to my littlest chicken. Before I can get to her she has squatted, done her thing and pulled her pants back up. I look around to see if anyone saw and then look at her and say "Why did you do that? We don't go potty at the park!" she looks at me all sad and says "cause I had to go potty. cause I thought I could go potty" I stifle a laugh and say "Bekah we don't go potty in the park, you are done playing today" I pick her up marveling at the fact that she managed to do this without making a mess of her pants and being mortified that this is my chicken and there IS another family here and MY DAUGHTER JUST PEED AT THE PARK!!!
And my day just got better and better...
2 comments:
Oh, Bethany! If I were you, I think my day would have been much the same! Except that here, of course, peeing in the park, or on any patch of grass or drain cover, for that matter, is perfectly acceptable! I'm not sure I'll ever totally get used to that one - especially when I see grown men doing their business in the middle of the road or on the small patch of grass that my daughter likes to run around on that is between our house and nearly everywhere else we go. UGH! Thanks for the laughs :)
ewwww I just dont think I could get used to that. Glad it was good for a laugh. :)
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