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Remember my plans to take it easy and chill out on Easter Sunday? Well, I was well into doing that and just hanging out in my nightgown cause, hey, I could. And John won’t be off work until late. Henrietta plans on staying in bed and watching a DVD of The Stations of The Cross. So I am on my hands and knees in my raggedy nightgown, scrubbing the bathroom floor, (around the toilet, no less) flitting around the house in my finest lingerie when what happens? The *&^%$#! doorbell rings. I looked out the window and I don’t recognize the car, can’t see the front porch from where I am and so I walk over and snatch the door open because whoever is showing up on Easter UNANNOUNCED deserves to see me like this and smell the bleach emminating from my hands and knees. (Plus they need to be appreciative of the fact that there is no pee on the floor in my guest bathroom.)
There, followed by her SIX children is Henrietta’s grand-daughter. The one that shows up once or twice every few years.
She said, “Sorry, I didn’t call, I lost the number.”
Dude, we are LISTED.
“We’re just going to pay a short visit.”
I was not the least bit apologetic about my appearance and the state of things. I told her H was on the bed pan, which she was and the smell of poop probably snuck in and visited her as soon as I went in and hauled her off of it.
*Why does spell check say “snuck” is not a word? It most certainly is… English According to Krissa. Look it up.*
Of course then I had to dress her and put her in the wheel chair and the whole nine yards.
Those six kids must have completed the circuit of living room, breakfast area, kitchen, dining room, foyer, living room, breakfast area, kitchen, dining room, foyer… etc., a milliondy-two times.
She got here at 3:00. It is now 3:53. She is here to see her Mimi, not me. I am trying to be ensconced in the riffraff room by myself, only “they” keep running in here.
Soon I will scoop out my eyeballs with a spoon.
I can see into my dining room from here and there are children hiding under the table and pulling the tablecloth down to hide themselves. I have all my bill paying crap all over the table. (Did I mention I wasn’t expecting company?) An avalanche of paperwork slid off the table and onto the floor.
Kids scattered like cockroaches.
The bathroom door just opened and kids came out. If there is pee on the floor in there I will hurt someone.
All I was waiting for was H to do the poo thing so I could put in the DVD for her and I could go and take a bath and clean up for John to come home.
It is 4:10 and I just heard her say that they have to get going.
Now? How ’bout now? Oh, come on! Now?
It’s 4:11 now.
I’m not having fun. Please comment and tell me about your good holiday experience.