Mister Mom

Okay, so maybe I'm a little older than I was the last time I took a tumble down a flight of stairs, but these old bones have been rattled. So I've spent the weekend trying to remain immobile - while the chaos hits high gear.

As I sit here on my donut cushion, I'm looking at Isaac's coat hanging from it's normal hook. Apparently Scott has left for church in 27 degree weather without the baby's coat. I can just hear him now, "It wasn't that cold - the sun was out." That's what he said yesterday when he sent/locked the kids outdoors to play in the "warm sunshine". It wasn't warm enough to melt the snow, and watching them try to jump on the frozen trampoline was like watching them jump up and down on a concrete slab, but he wanted them out of the way so he could "get something done around here". And I could do little more than sit back and watch.

It's amazing how fast things can unravel. Not that Scott's incapable. But he's out of his element. He's not used to dealing with dogs that have big wads of gum stuck in their fur thanks to a bubble blowing child (Dylan), a child throwing up twice all over the bedsheets - hopefully because her supper didn't settle - and not an indication of anything more serious (Katherine), and another child who now loves to play monkey and will move furniture to climb onto bay windows or kitchen cabinets yelling, ooh-ooh-ahh-ahh (obviously - Isaac).

Yes, it both looks and sounds like a zoo around here. I would be laughing, but it hurts to laugh -literally. So I'm just sitting back taking notes and anticipating a very special Mother's Day gift come May.