Ok…who put the hole in the couch?

I’m not sure this requires must more content. I think the title kinda tells the whole story. Yes..I actually woke this morning to find a rather gaping hole in a cushion on my living room couch! No…. unfortunately I’m not making this up. Who could actually invent craziness like this?
Apparently sometime during the night a crazed person broke into my home and removed a 3 inch section from my sofa!
I must admit that initially I was infuriated by this intrusion and destruction of personal property….but as time has passed I’ve just become more curious as to how this happened. Most certainly it was not the work of the various small humans living in my home because they are angels and would definitely have confessed their guilt immediately…right?

Indeed this peculiar circumstance deserves further investigation! Or is this a situation best left to the unknown for now. You know, like one of those things you got away with as a kid but you feel compelled to confess to your parents once you have reached adulthood, then you all have a good laugh about.

As my anger abates, I do believe this may be a far more interesting angle to take versus a full out confession and/or pathetic lie. It’ll be my personal experiment! I’m intrigued to see how this all plays out. So far no one is talking…

Everyone Loves the weekend…right?

Okay…I must admit I’m glad to see the end of this work week. No, I don’t hate my job or anything. I really do like my job plus it offers me the opportunity to get away from the craziness that is my home.
So, as I was saying. ..it’s just good to see the weekend….and the sun. I’ve just spent the past few days delighting in the joys of spring.  If you aren’t familiar with spring weather conditions in the heart of the U.S., it kinda like being on a roller coaster.  It’s 40 degres in the a.m. and 80 by 5 p.m….then we get to spend the rest of the night dealing with thunderstorms, hail, and 60-70 MPH  winds.  And if we’re really lucky, we may actually have a tornado touch down in the area!
Then comes my other favorite sign of spring…bugs! (And if you can’t tell, I’m being sarcastic.) I detest insects of all types. They attack on such a creepy level..you know what I mean. Like you’re going to your car, still not quite awake in the morning. .and then you walk into a spider web and lose your mind. Or you’re lying in bed or relaxing on the couch and look up and there’s some dangerous looking bug on you, your furniture…or worse. ..the ceiling.
Oh wait…I’ve kinda lost the point of this musing. I was going to explain why, for me, weekends aren’t quite a joyous event. Sounds silly right? But imagine this. It’s bright and early Saturday morning ,the sun is up, the birds are chirping and I’ve just started a pot of coffee. What have I to complain about, right? Well what I forgot to mention is that in the background there’s a baby crying, kids screaming and parents yelling at said screaming kids. And it’s only 7 a.m. Geez…

So this scenario plays itself out throughout the day with me having varying levels of involvement in the screaming and yelling that continues on into the night. Then I get up and repeat on Sunday. I often find myself just getting in the car to go on random errands to get away. However that sometimes leads to more crying because someone wants to go with me ..which turns into more chaos. Because you can’t take one and not the others…OR maybe you assert you authority and declare nobody’s going…which causes more tears, which leads to more parental yelling. I just (speedily)walk away praying for Monday. This sequence of events helps to explain why I earlier stated that don’t mind being at work. Not only do I enjoy the work, but it also allows me peace of mind and a solid 8 hours away from the squatters. I get to socialize with people who are gainfully employed with a life plan that doesn’t involve me supporting it.

Yes,maybe the weekend is good for ponderings such as this. But I must do this hastily because those little people have radar of some type that allows them to find me no matter where I am. The bathroom, outside…it doesn’t matter. And once they invade your space, your time is no longer your own. It is early and my greatest wish is to get coffee and breakfast before the siege begins. Wish me luck…I’m going in!!

Is there such a thing as Full Nest Syndrome?

These are the ponderings of a mother overwhelmed. At what point in life do you get to stop being Mom? It must be in the fine print of  a caregiver contract that I failed to read in its entirety.

This blog us a therapeutic endeavor for me to write down my rantings and share frustrating, as well as funny moments, in my life.

Between kids and gkids,  my home has become a circus! There is a saying about guests and fish ….they both stink after 3 days. Well, what do you think happens after 4 years?

I am currently responsible for a total of 9 squatters. …oops, I mean family members living in my home . True, I gave birth to 3 of them, but little did I know I had made what seems to be a lifetime commitment to their care and wellbeing when my husband & I brought them home from the hospital many years ago. 

They were good kids growing up. ..not angels, but no jail! 😄:D😁

The eldest went off to college with high expectations. ..only to return unemployed and with a dog!

The middle child got married, moved out of town, made 2 babies…then he & his lovely spouse both got laid off…and decided to return to grace us with their presence. But you must understand, this was just a “temporary arrangement ” until they can get back on their feet.   (FYI…that was in 2012).

The youngest, not to be outdone, had a baby… then got married….and is expecting again.  And yes, they are all here as well. Hey…why not,  right?

Now before you judge… let me reassure you that we are not living in squalor by any means. Accommodations are adequate,  if a bit close at times.  But there in lies the earlier circus reference..kids, dogs, people…Oh my!

So sit back and share this adventure with me….who knows, maybe there’s a happy ending in store!   😆
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