Who the fuck do I think I am, thinking I can go upstairs and watch a little DWTS while I get dressed for the day. And actually watching a bit of it with undivided attention after I got myself ready for the day. Hearing Ryan downstairs, a bit of XBox Madden, a bit of clanking of dishes in the kitchen, figuring if anything needed attention downstairs, Ryan would surely be there to handle it.
Ummmmm. I guess Ryan decided to shut down because I asked him to do some of his chores today before hanging out with his friends. This, I realize as I come downstairs to find Mom in the kitchen making some sort of Top Ramen casserole in the microwave. Approximately six bags of Top Ramen, a mixture of beef and chicken, in a casserole dish, a bit of water, maybe a pack or two of Top Ramen seasoning along with the actual packs of seasoning, including the foil packs the seasoning comes in. All this while Madden NFL has Ryan's undivided attention.
I try to make the best of it and cook up the Top Ramen the right way...it's too gross to eat. Ryan won't eat it. Not even the dogs will eat it. However, that doesn't stop Roxy from fighting over Rusty's portion. I separate the dogs with one of the kitchen table chairs and drag Roxy outside to solitary confinement while I clean up the messes all over the floor.
I gather up as much as I can with a couple handfuls of paper towels, take off the Swiffer Sweeper cloth, put on the Swiffer Wet cloth and mop up the floors. I'm begging Mom to sit down while I clean it up so she doesn't step in it. She won't stand for that AT ALL!
After pouting in her room for a minute she comes out, grabs the Swiffer Sweeper cloth to wipe her nose. She gets quite pissy as I grab it from her face before she gets too attached. After I tell her, "this is for the floor." She snaps back, "So the floor is more important than me?" "No, mom, this was on the floor and I didn't want it in your face."
All this after waking up with a migraine, my last two hours of sleep interupted with pain and the phone ringing all morning. This is what I get for thinking I can take it easy today since I have a headache.
Ay mujer, I'm glad you vent because I wouldn't be able to face this battle day-in and day-out with the tenacity you exhibit. Giant bear hugs for you. They are lucky you are so resilient. A lesser woman would have left them to their own devices a long time ago.
Posted by: Genevieve Rodriguez | September 23, 2009 at 03:49 PM
wow.. i can tell you that title got me reading....!!!
Posted by: Rochelle Spears | September 27, 2009 at 12:03 AM