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Sunday, September 13, 2009

Happenings

What happens when...

... you have children who wake you at 7:30 AM on a Sunday morning:
  • Your husband makes breakfast - scratch biscuits, local sausage, local scrambled eggs & of course, local honey
  • You squeeze something like 10 oranges for fresh juice
  • Your children eat, then clamor to play Monopoly with their father
  • You clean the kitchen, and run another load of laundry
  • YOU REALIZE THAT IT IS ONLY 9:30 AM
...it rains in Central Texas for hours on end:
  • People freak out
  • Streets flood
  • Grass sprouts, literally overnight
  • Rain Lilies form an orange blanket across your lawn
  • Mud
  • The view out your windows turns from brown to green
...your daughter crawls into your bed at 4:30 AM with a fever:
  • You sleep fretfully until morning, listening to her breathe and reaching over to gauge how warm she feels
  • You head to the store first thing, to pick up Recharge, a fresh chicken for soup, and Rock Star bagels for your Rock Star husband
  • You marvel at the bagels, and even though you are trying to eat less wheat, eat an entire one - Everything, of course
  • You ply your daughter with Recharge, and marvel again as she summons the energy to eat two plates of scrambled eggs and a piece of toast
  • You wish you had a picture of your daughter, quarantined, sitting by the screen door to the patio, playing her new iPod out loud for her friend, who crouches outside.
  • You realize that you're not going to leave the house again that day, so you clean & reorganize the children's playroom, make the chicken soup, and read a comforting Mary Stewart novel.
...everyone else is in the newly cleaned & organized playroom, playing Monopoly:
  • You visit your dusty blog, thank Firefox for remembering the password, and try to string more than 140 characters together.

4 comments:

Krispy said...

shazaam!

peevish said...

I miss rain lilies. Sigh.

Was it Hannah who was sick? I'm picturing her at the screen door. Sweet picture.

Anonymous said...

What happens when...

... you have children who wake you at 7:30 AM on a Sunday morning:
Your husband makes breakfast - scratch biscuits, local sausage, local scrambled eggs


they slip across the street for round 2 of pancakes at 11am? : )

Sinda said...

Dear Anonymous: I'll be right over!