Oma thought she lost two hundred dollars so she was no help with dinner or clean up. Note to self, NEVER make tacos for dinner during the week. It was a nightmare. I was warming the rice, the meat, making the tacos, putting the rice and pinto beans on the plate. One, two, three. Then heard Jory complaining, “Where’s the cheese?”
Jory and I had stopped at the store before coming home making us even later than usual. The kids have disagreements at the table, trying to help my mom look for her money or at least looking any place in the kitchen where I was working or kitchen, the clock was ticking away. Tick tock. Tick tock. We still had schooling to do. I had to see if he could do the rounding. We had tons of reading to do.
I quickly went and ran the bath water, so at least that was done. I thought we were making good time, until Jory wanted seconds. Really dude?! And Rowan decided she couldn’t eat her beans, but could drink the cup of oj I put on the table for her to drink after she finished her meal. Note to self, NEVER put drinks on the table before they finish eating their meals. I use to think my aunt was mean for making my cousins wait until they finished eating before she put a drink in front of her, you know what she was a genius.
I ate standing up while cleaning up. TTT took bathes one at a time, which is always a nightmare. I still had my room to clean up. I had to make room in the stuffed fridge for all the stuff my mom bought at the store. Tick tock. Tick tock.
Kitchen finished, quick bathe taken, the Irish twins were left with their Oma, who had praise God, found her money in her jeans’ pocket. And no she wasn’t wearing jeans, she took the money out of the bag and put them in her jeans laying across the chair. I’m sure she did this so she wouldn’t lose the money, but really?!?!
Jory read to me. I am beginning to hate his reader. The language is so rhymey it’s hard for me to tell when he’s making a mistake unless, I’m sitting next to him and reading along. The fat rat Pat sat on his hat on a mat. I had him repeat sentences, as I tried to clean up the mess moved from Oma’s room to my room, in her first attempt at trying to set up her room. Finally I gave up on his repeating sentences and just figured if it sounded like the phonics words we’d worked on, then SCORE!
Then math time came along with the baby, who wanted to be in the room. Really baby!?! Mommy is letting you stay up past your bedtime and letting you watch TV, but instead you want to come into the room while your brother and I are working on rounding? I tried to clear a space on the bed for her, but I can’t. I urged her to go back with Oma which brought about tears. Ugh! I don’t have time for this. I offered her the option to sit on the floor near the bed or go back with Oma and Rowan. Jory was 95% there with the rounding. I wanted to see where the 5% was off, and she wasn’t helping the situation and the clock was still ticking. While he and I were working on rounding she created her own space on the bed. That is one resourceful baby. I figured Jory had the rounding down as much as he was going to get for the night or for a while, so we moved on to history, but of course we can’t find the history book.
A manhunt begins as Rowan walks into the room. We can’t find the schedule either. I ran out to the car, grabbed it, waking Oma slightly, before heading back to the room while the Disney channel soothes her back to sleep.
History book is found, poetry book is retrieved from the floor, and all is read. Who knew Romans had their own version of running water in their homes? Or that the togas and tunics were hot to wear? Or that books written in 1948 talked about boys getting spankings for feeding cats their mothers told them to put back in the alley? And then it was 11PM and Rowan was asking to watch a movie. Little girl, stop smoking the crack. School done, kids asleep, and all I can do is collapse next to them. NEVER make tacos for dinner during the week.
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