This morning as we got ready for my early morning meeting and we adjusted to daylights savings time and Mr. Right was at work;
The Princess threw her dress on the floor and declared she hated it.
The Pixie spent 25 minutes dancing around naked proclaiming she was cold.
The Pirate untied his tie that I had slowly and carefully spent 15 minutes pre-tying before I went to bed the night before because Mr. Right was already sleeping.
They were climbing on my legs and pulling on each others hair and I was already late.
I finally raised my voice and said, “ENOUGH! We are supposed to be a team darn it!”
I went to church but had to come back home because I’d left something very important on the counter…imagine that.
And the whole way home, in my mind I was planning:
Tonight at dinner I am going to tell everyone that if people don’t improve around here one of them has got to go. I’ll leave them in suspense and not let them know who is going to get voted off.
At church I told this to Miss T, mother of eleven. She patted me kindly with a knowing look.
I also told this to dear Miss A., mother of five.
She couldn’t pat me kindly because she was holding a baby in one arm and The Toddler by the hand of the other. While her older three were talking to her, and my three were trying to talk to me she looked me in the eye and confided, “I told my ten year old that if she didn’t improve her attitude soon I might have to send her away for the summer.”
She is BRILLIANT! Mwah-ha-ha!!!
Next time I am asked, “Where are we going this summer?”
I will say, We? We are going nowhere my dears.
But you are all going to be shipped off to a re-forming school.
I will stay here and be left alone.
For at least eight glorious days.
Then maybe, if I have recovered, I will let them all come back.
Maybe.