Yippeeeee

What a morning today!

It was early when I opened my eyes, around 7 am to be exact, and since the kids were talking quietly to each other without the usual hair pulling battles I figured it was the perfect time to snuggle up to big D.
Then the phone rang. Big D mumbles at whoever is calling us at 7 in the morning and frantically tries to make it to the phone downstairs.
(Its already been established that its just faster for him to go, as I'm getting slower and slower in my movements due to my bulging mommy belly.)
So, to do my part I call down and ask who it was.
"It's your mother, crap I just missed her." he informs me. Pondering why my mother would call in the middle of her morning routine, big D shouts.
"Holy sh!t! Look out the window!"
Even more confused (lets not forget that my brain is still on the pillow) I scramble out of bed and throw open the curtain.
White. Everything covered in white.
Something so magical about snow. And even as I stood there, the feeling of excitement swelled up. Not just for me, I know what snow is like for adults. But I knew two little boys who would be thrilled about this morning surprise.
"Boys!" I call out, throwing on pj bottoms. "Look out the window!"
Of course they didn't wait for me, but I heard their squeals of delight as I made my way to their room.
It took them forever to calm down as mommy and daddy tried to figure out this small little dilemma.
We were supposed to pick up Eric a new snow suit, since he grew out of his last night. But big D had to stay late at school and by the time he got home, it was way to late to go out. So I figured we would have time this evening to do it.
How wrong I was. There was no way I was sending them out in sneakers and Eric in a small coat. We had to go shopping, and we had to go shopping now.
And who doesn't love shopping at our fave nemesis, Wal-Mart. So we have the kids all excited, I have this sudden rush of feeling all Christmasy (new word) and the store that is usually packed with morons was somewhat vacant. It was a good shopping trip for sure.
Then, as we are loading up the car, some twit decided to park in the expected mothers spot next to us. I really wanted to shout out 'Hey, when are you expecting?' but alas, the moment passed.
Next time tho...next time.

So now I'm going to go get ready for a nice lunch date with my future hubby and pick up the remains that we seemed to have forgotten.

*huggles and kissles*

Ooops...

Holy crap, its been a while since I posted anything.

How do I know this? Our pumpkin is so old, we renamed our pumpkin 'Grandpa' because it no longer has teeth.
Well, that is till little D kicked the face in one morning....now its just a lump of orange that my beloved keeps forgetting to throw out.

Just want to have a small rant here for a second. Why is it, that men don't listen to you? Seriously. I mean, sure, we women do have a reputation for nagging. For always commenting on this, or that or the other thing. But, believe it or not, if you listen closely...there is actually useful information in there. Really! If you take the time to listen...okay well lets put this into a story for better perspective.

Friday morning is when the garbage gets picked up. Been like that since I moved in three years ago. Except for when there is a holiday that Monday. Then we can deal with it on Saturday.
Having said that, every Thursday night, its big D's chore to take out the garbage and whatever recycling box it is that week. No...do not feel sorry for him people! He has this, and dishes. That's pretty much all I trust him with *smirk* so much training required....
*ahem* anyhoo...so now we all know the routine...lets continue.....
So, the Thursday that just passed, while doing our night time clean up I tell big D,
'Don't forget the garbage tonight.'
'I don't have to do it tonight. Garbage is on Saturday.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yup. It was Remembrance Day Monday, remember?'
Okay...this is true. Just to make sure, I look out the window. Thank god for neighbours.
'Well everyone else has their garbage out.' <---- ummm...HELLO! FIRST CLUE!
'Nah, it will be fine.'
'You sure?'
'Pfft, yeah. Besides, I'll be up way before they even get here if it happens.'
Okay, close curtain end scene. So the next morning, while he's upstairs and I'm making my precious brew of java...what do I hear? The magical sound of the garbage truck and big D cursing.
And we wonder why our three year old swears.

I hate to say this, (no I don't, I really love it) but I told you so. *big hugs*

So...the next time I say something and stand by it (which I admit, sometimes I am wrong but there are times when my brilliant mind gets ignored) I shall remind my sexy big D about the story of that wonderful morning. And not just for me. But for all the women in the world who chuckled while watching their husbands chase down garbage trucks in their bath robes.

*huggles and kissles*