I'm afraid that the very ice stormy weather outside has 5 boys INSIDE! :) So far, I've made it through the morning, which was no easy feat. The boys (big boys don't have school today because of the MLK holiday) are all currently building a volcano and waiting for lunch to be ready. It was wonderful standing in the kitchen prepping lunch (twice baked potatoes), watching all of the boys working nicely together! This morning was kind of hairy... Jonah was in a SUPREME mood - which happens with him from time to time, and all I could think was that I wanted to rewind to very early in the morning (1 O'clock to be exact) and remember to pack Jon's breakfasts and lunches for the week (SOOO sorry, Honey... I am doing this today... I'm such a bad wife!) and then NOT get out of bed... just sleep in and let the chaos occur without me. That might make me a bad mom too, huh?
Normally, on days when the older boys don't have school, when things get too loud, I send them all outside to play. They usually end up shooting each other (no, I'm not kidding, but I do make sure they all are wearing protective eye wear.. that TOTALLY counts for something, right?), but at least they're making noise OUTSIDE of the house. Today, however... today that is not meant to be. We've got an ice storm happening out there and I am sentenced to listening to the chaos - ALL. DAY. LONG. Just sayin'. I'm not too big on using the television as a baby-sitter, but I admit to a bit of a panic (OK, OK... full blown anxiety attack) when the ice covered the dish and we lost signal. I know the 4 bigger boys were wanting to watch a basketball game at noon, and so I hope, if for no other reason than I'd like to not listen to whining, that this passes quickly without me having a nervous breakdown... because my sorry self will be out there whacking away at the dish mercilessly with my whacking contraption... a street hockey stick duct taped to the end of a broom. I KNOW I look like an idiot out there banging away at the elusive ice on the dish which is positioned wayyyy too far out of my reach. I know the words I say would make me sound like a loon. I'm not. Really, I'm not. (No... really!) And... oh, I can't believe I'm going to admit this... but it always evolves into me slipping and sliding around on the little deck, whacking at the air with aforementioned contraption... SO... I'm sliding around on ice and whacking, the kids (and Papa (Grandpa)) are inside watching me, laughing uproariously at the sight, screaming, "NO! NOT YET!" "KEEP GOING MAMA!" "WHACK IT AGAIN!" "YOU ALMOST GOT IT... I JUST SAW.... NOOOOOO! HIT IT AGAIN." All yelled through the stucco/concrete of the house. Fortunately, there is a window so I can not only hear them yelling at me (and hear and SEE them laughing at me), but I can also catch a little glimpse of ESPN basketball on the television...so I know that, if just for a few hours, there will be relative peace within the confines of the (Funny) Farm. I may have to repeat the whacking procedure when the ice builds up again... but I know that all of the men folk have "got my back"... laughing, jeering and pointing at Mama in her moon boots swinging the whacking contraption wildly... all for them. Don't they see that its all for them? Mama loves them (and her sanity) so very much that I will endanger my own safety to go out in the ice (it should be noted that Mama Zahmma is an extraordinarily klutzy Mama) just in the name of a basketball game. I love my boys and I would do anything to make them happy. As evidenced by the basketball game that is starting soon, a favorite lunch in the oven and a drying papier mache volcano drying on my dining room table.... I suppose the chaos is not all bad... unless they are laughing at me. And laughing at me is one thing... but I've gotta say... laugh, if you must.... but the pointing and laughing so hard that you need rescue breathing and wetting your pants and water coming out of your nose from laughing so hard....those things might be better saved for watching your "worlds dumbest type shows"... because I have to say... nothing I'M doing should elicit that dramatic a response.
Alright... Lunch almost done. I'll bet they'll love me again (and apologize and ask for forgiveness and grace) when they see the ooey gooey cheesey bacony creamy twice baked potatoes that are waiting for them. And not to be a kill joy... but they're getting a salad for lunch as well. Bwah ha ha ha.. cuz I AM THE MAMA.