Yesterday, I thought I was going mad.
The crazy kind of mad. Insane. Coo-coo. The kind of madness with drool oozing down my chin.
Not really.
I was beginning to wonder about myself, though.
In the morning, I was looking around for the loaf of bread that I thought Doc had just bought the night before. I had used almost an entire loaf for making grilled cheese sandwiches and later that night I saw Grumpy stuffing his face with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that he had made with the rest of the bread.
So, when I couldn't find the second loaf of bread that Doc never bought, I accused my children of being little piggies.
"Where's the bread?!" I exclaimed. "I can't find it anywhere! Did you boys eat the ENTIRE loaf of bread last night after dinner?!" I was amazed at this gluttonous feat of theirs that never happened.
They looked at me as if they weren't quite sure how to proceed. Their mother was acting a little crazy. They said they didn't eat the other loaf last night, but they had unsure looks on their faces as if they weren't quite sure what their mother's reaction was going to be to this knowledge.
I didn't believe them. So, I slammed the fridge door shut and began making something else for breakfast.
It was just a little while later when it dawned on me that Doc had indeed never bought a second loaf of bread the night before.
Oops.
There was also quite the mystery going on with my water bottle.
I had a nice, large water bottle with ice water in it and was leisurely drinking it during my homeschool duties. I had to stop one time to go upstairs and deal with something and when I came back just five minutes later, there was a small wet spot on the floor, my cup was lying on its side on the floor, and there was no water to be seen.
"Happy! Did you drink all of my water?!" Now, the kid would have to be the best human guzzler you have ever seen to accomplish this feat since my bottle was indeed large.
Grumpy had no idea who drank the water, but he pointed the finger at his little brother anyway. So, I sent Happy to his room.
Totally not fair, I know.
Grumpy filled my water bottle and again, I was happily drinking my water when again, I had to go upstairs to deal with something else.
I come downstairs just a few minutes later and was greeted with a bigger splash on the floor, the tipped over bottle, and no water left inside.
This time, I was outraged and knew Happy had not been the culprit. My eyes narrowed and I clenched my teeth as I thought of THE DOG.
That dang dog.
Thinking of her putting her paws onto my desk and tipping over MY water bottle to drink MY water, made me see red and the boys almost saw smoke come out of my ears.
She was relegated to the garage since that is her abode when I am angry with her and I proceeded with my day as usual.
Doc came home and when I told him the story, he asked, "What if it had been the cat?"
THE CAT?
Now, that hadn't occured to me and that very well could have been the case, but I still think it was the dog guzzling down all that water.
Narrowing my eyes at the thought, I realized I needed an aspirin and some apologies to make.
The crazy kind of mad. Insane. Coo-coo. The kind of madness with drool oozing down my chin.
Not really.
I was beginning to wonder about myself, though.
In the morning, I was looking around for the loaf of bread that I thought Doc had just bought the night before. I had used almost an entire loaf for making grilled cheese sandwiches and later that night I saw Grumpy stuffing his face with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches that he had made with the rest of the bread.
So, when I couldn't find the second loaf of bread that Doc never bought, I accused my children of being little piggies.
"Where's the bread?!" I exclaimed. "I can't find it anywhere! Did you boys eat the ENTIRE loaf of bread last night after dinner?!" I was amazed at this gluttonous feat of theirs that never happened.
They looked at me as if they weren't quite sure how to proceed. Their mother was acting a little crazy. They said they didn't eat the other loaf last night, but they had unsure looks on their faces as if they weren't quite sure what their mother's reaction was going to be to this knowledge.
I didn't believe them. So, I slammed the fridge door shut and began making something else for breakfast.
It was just a little while later when it dawned on me that Doc had indeed never bought a second loaf of bread the night before.
Oops.
There was also quite the mystery going on with my water bottle.
I had a nice, large water bottle with ice water in it and was leisurely drinking it during my homeschool duties. I had to stop one time to go upstairs and deal with something and when I came back just five minutes later, there was a small wet spot on the floor, my cup was lying on its side on the floor, and there was no water to be seen.
"Happy! Did you drink all of my water?!" Now, the kid would have to be the best human guzzler you have ever seen to accomplish this feat since my bottle was indeed large.
Grumpy had no idea who drank the water, but he pointed the finger at his little brother anyway. So, I sent Happy to his room.
Totally not fair, I know.
Grumpy filled my water bottle and again, I was happily drinking my water when again, I had to go upstairs to deal with something else.
I come downstairs just a few minutes later and was greeted with a bigger splash on the floor, the tipped over bottle, and no water left inside.
This time, I was outraged and knew Happy had not been the culprit. My eyes narrowed and I clenched my teeth as I thought of THE DOG.
That dang dog.
Thinking of her putting her paws onto my desk and tipping over MY water bottle to drink MY water, made me see red and the boys almost saw smoke come out of my ears.
She was relegated to the garage since that is her abode when I am angry with her and I proceeded with my day as usual.
Doc came home and when I told him the story, he asked, "What if it had been the cat?"
THE CAT?
Now, that hadn't occured to me and that very well could have been the case, but I still think it was the dog guzzling down all that water.
Narrowing my eyes at the thought, I realized I needed an aspirin and some apologies to make.
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