So honestly I don't mean to brag but the week has gone pretty well. Sure there's been some shoeing of kids out of rooms so I can clean and the constant reminders "food in the kitchen, I just cleaned the carpet" and "don't touch the walls, I just painted" but overall not bad.
And then Thursday night, the shit hit the fan...
It started out innocently enough, after their "half day of school" (aka 3 hours) I took the kids to see Kung Fu Panda since we had movie passes to a local theatre. After almost passing out at the price of a medium popcorn and drink ($11!), we settled into a mostly empty theatre and enjoyed the movie. So far so good.
The timing of the movie wasn't great though because we were out at 4:30pm, too early for dinner, too late to go home and then go out to dinner again (especially since the restaurant I promised them one more meal at was right next to the theatre and 20 minutes from home). I had picked that movie time because a realtor had scheduled a 2:30-4:30 showing of the house. Whatever, I had a few things to pick up at Target so we went there. The Little Two needed new boosters seats, all my clothes were accidentally packed (or I thought I had more in the dirty laundry, whichever) so I planned to pick up a new shirt, and so forth.
And then it went all downhill. We left Target without a single thing because Kelly and Kyle got into it with each other in the car seat aisle while Zach started mouthing off about something and then the twins began bickering and grrr...
So we also went home without going out to dinner. And of course, the 4th day without their stuff (although if you start counting from last Friday when the packing began, 6th day) was beginning to make them grumpy. I tried my best to ignore them and pack up the remaining stuff. Except Kelly's voice was now only high pitched screeching and Kyle felt like yelling "you hate me" every five minutes because I didn't buy him the new booster seat at Target that he didn't want in the first place. Zach and the twins began fighting over my laptop and on the phone, Greg was reminding me of all the annoying crap I still needed to do.
Somehow I made it through all that after sending them upstairs to watch the TV I had kept. I made dinner, served myself, and hid in my room. For all of 5 minutes when the doorbell rang and the kids yelled for me.
Remember the 2:30-4:30pm showing? They showed up at 6pm. The kids had let them in the house and they were already wandering around as I was sputtering, "No, there's no showing right now!" Don't get me wrong, I love cultural diversity but I don't think they really understood me trying to kick them out as the realtor guy kept bowing and handing me his business card. Stupid language barrier.
Oy, whatever, look at the freaking house. Why can't they wait one day? The kids went outside until the family was finished and then the kids resumed their fighting inside again. To which I announced bath and bedtime at 7pm. With lots of screaming on my part. And threatening to sell them to the gypsies. And drive to Indiana by myself. Proud mommy moment there.
But wait, it gets better! The 2:30-4:30 then 6pm showing people? Came back at 7:15pm. While I had kids in the showers. Seriously at this point, I was so long gone, you could have tromped a circus through here (but eat in the kitchen and don't touch the walls) and I wouldn't have cared. Want to see the house? Make yourselves at home! Who needs showing times anyways?
And of course bedtime was not easy either. No one wanted to sleep with Kelly because she snores so she wanted to sleep with me only I couldn't go to bed at 8pm (cause those two little things I needed to do, the floor mopping and fridge cleaning? Weren't done yet). And then Kyle was farting on the twin's sleeping bags and somehow Zach ended up with the pink sleeping bag (the horrors!) and Emily "accidentally" stepped on Ally and Ally began screaming bloody murder and...
I blew the house up. No, not really. I put Zach in another room with my quilt, put Emily in yet another room, Kelly in my room on the air mattress, leaving Ally and Kyle to duke it out in the original room, and went downstairs to knit a sock.
As of 11:35 Thursday night, the basement vinyl is still not completely mopped, the fridge is mostly empty and I'm not positive all the stuff left inside the house is going to fit in the van. Well it might all fit if I leave 5 children behind.
Next time we move? I'm hiring someone to take the kids with the stuff. I think they will each fit in a size 3 box...
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