Rugrats and Dirty Rugs

Our Grumpy is a little worry-wart. I have probably contributed to this with my own anxiety over certain things. One of the things that he worries about is gas for the car. We are always traveling on Sundays and I am always thinking out loud to myself. One of the things I always need to remind myself about is making sure there is enough gas. I always seem to be daydreaming and there have been times when I've gasped aloud and wheezed, "I'm almost out of gas!" My son knows about my notorious absentmindedness and he has probably envisioned all six of us walking down the road looking for the nearest gas station in a blinding blizzard or drenching rain. It's not a pretty picture. Now, he is the one who makes sure I am aware of the gas gauge. Soon after we get in the car, I often hear, "Mom? Do you need gas?" or "Mom! Don't forget to get gas!" Doc has pointed out to the boy that he is too young to be worrying so much.

Doc and the boys have had to contend with a grieving woman in the house since I came back. Since my grandmother's funeral, I have been a blubbering mess. Yesterday was awful. I cried for two hours on the way to church. After Doc's beautiful sermon, I sat on the toilet in one of the bathroom stalls and sobbed. I even had to leave church a little earlier than usual in order to weep almost all the way home. My family has been witness to this new and different woman and I'm sure they are wanting the old mom and wife back. At one point, I was sitting on the couch in Doc's office weeping away when Sleepy came in. He sat next to me and put his arms around me and we cuddled while I talked with Doc. After a little while, Sleepy looked at me and said, "Mom, you look so beautiful." I know there will be more days when I will cry for my grandmother and my family that is thousands of miles away, but it helps to have sweet, little arms wrapped around me for comfort.

I've been away for a week visiting family. You can tell by the look of my house. Things have gotten a little messier and certainly crustier. The boys had their spring break and spent their days being as lazy and carefree as possible. Because everyone knows that doomsday is approaching and school will begin again so it's time to live it up! They've had fun watching movies, playing PS2, and whatever sorts of games that boys play. When I was greeted by them after a week apart, I could tell they needed a little mother's care. Happy wore jeans with gigantic holes in the knees with a shirt that didn't fit. Sleepy and Grumpy wore clothes that didn't match. I did notice they all had socks on. Which is something. I'm sure they've driven their father up the wall. One time, I called and I heard the boys yelling and carrying on in the background. Bashful's shrill voice could be heard yelling, "Shut. UUUUUUP!!" Doc told me that if he heard Sleepy ye...

This morning, I was sitting in the front row in church with my boys. I turned to Bashful, took his chin in my hand, and asked, "Are you my sweetheart?" I'm his mom so I don't care that the kid is 12 years old now and I'm probably seriously weirding him out. He didn't answer me at first and just kind of grunted. I wasn't going to take that as an answer and stubbornly asked, "Are you my sweetheart?" Out of the corner of his mouth, he muttered, "Yes," probably hoping no one was listening. To embarrass him further, I squealed, "Oh, goodie!" and smothered his face with kisses.

We were in the car driving home from the airport. I had spent the week in WV and Doc and the boys were picking me up. Sleepy and Happy were telling me what they wanted to be when they grow up. Happy wants to be an airplane pilot and a firefighter. Bashful's response was, "Well, you'll be rich, but you'll be so busy your brain will explode."

I did some cleaning this week. I went at it with a vengeance. My kids even noticed and I got a couple comments from Sleepy and Happy. "Hey, Mom! You went to WalMart and got new stools!" exclaimed Sleepy. "Uh, no, son. I just cleaned them," I explained drily. "Oh." A little while later, Happy became incredulous and yelled, "Mom! You cleaned the stools?!" "Uh, yes, Happy, I did." Okay, so I get the hint.

Monday morning dawned bright and clear as usual here in the semi-desert. It was the day of picking up your dogs from the kennel after being away for the weekend. I went to get our dysfunctional bowel animal from her home away from home and was greeted with whines and excitement. She is always happy to come back home. Putting her in the backseat, I had to constantly tell her to get out of my face while I was driving. "Yes, yes. You get to go home now. Good doggie. No! Get out of my face, dog! Okay, it'll be alright. Good girl." After I filled the tank with gas, I turned toward home and I ended up behind a pickup truck with two beautiful yellow labs standing in the truckbed. I commented to Leigh about the two nice doggies and how pretty they were, but she didn't seem too impressed with them. A little ways down the road, I was chatting with the dog (don't ask me why) when my eyes were riveted on the truck flying down the road in front of me. I never thought ...