Postby lucylee » Wed May 10, 2017 10:03 pm
I'm about stepped out. I mean... not "stepping out" -- done with stepping. Whatever.
Had dgd from about 1:00 until 5:00 this afternoon. We picked up dgs at school at 3:00, went to drug store, went to family cemetery (dgs's request) and walked around there about 30-45 minutes, then home, where all sorts of chaos began.
DGS could NOT seem to leave dgd alone... she fussed...
Phone rang -- I kid you not -- look at this:
Dmom -- 4:22 (just another recital of the progress of her cough, and word from dentist appt today)
DDIL -- 4:23 (told dmom I'd call her back) (she just wanted to talk, on her way home from work)
DS -- 4:28 (ignored)
Told ddil (whom ds also called) to tell ds I was calling dmom back, she could get messages from ds
Called dmom -- 4:32 (more of same)
DDIL called BACK -- 4:36 (ignored)
Called ddil back -- 5:07 (she and ds were eating at a local fast food place, would be here in 5-10 min.)
In the midst of all this, dgs managed to spill my Diet Coke all over the table, and got quite a lot of Cheerios on the floor, plus I was trying to feed dgd.
By the time they got here to pick up these wild kids, I was just about to pull my hair out.
Actually, dgd was fine until dgs got here. She followed me around while I finished vacuuming and doing the laundry, and she was happy as a lark.
DGS just can't seem to leave her ALONE. He has to be crawling around, chasing her, getting in her way, trying to keep her out of something he wants to do, etc...
LOL -- at the drug store drive-thru, he was making her fuss, and I told him if he did not stop we were going STRAIGHT home and he would be in time-out. He said okay, and all was well...
When we got home from the cemetery, he said, "I managed to leave her alone until we got here, too."
LOL...
Then dh & I went to the other drug store, home for supper, and I finished another load of laundry. So at least, laundry and WHB vacuuming are DONE.
* whew *
I can't even think.
DH had bad night and not too great a day. His stomach is very upset. He thinks too much fruit? Sheesh.
Tomorrow is another day.