Friday, January 9, 2009

The Ransom

We had a pretty decent day yesterday. By decent I mean the house was still standing and supper was done by the time Cool got home. That doesn't mean it wasn't chaotic.

We had another late start. The picklets stayed up too late Wednesday night because supper was VERY late getting done because we were late getting home from piano. (The roast didn't get done until 9:00) We had salad about 7 but they were itching for roast and potatoes so they got to stay up. Note to self...save roast for a day that I can actually throw it in the oven at 3:30.

Being as they stayed up pretty late, I let them sleep in. I am finding letting them sleep in does not help in the days progression of activities. In fact, I find they are more tired than getting up earlier even with less sleep. Though the day was off kilter a bit, all the work got done even if it wasn't perfect.

One example of the chaos that is my life was an altercation between Dill and Sweet that will forever be known in my heart as "The Ransom":

Dill was putting on his Heely's so he could take the garbage out to the curb. (I have no idea why he thought he needed his Heely's in the middle of winter and ice and snow but I've learned not to ask such questions) So anyway, Dill was putting his wheels in his shoes when one of his wheels, that was sitting right next to him, was suddenly gone. His sister, seemingly innocent, was in her bedroom. He walked in her room and said, "Give it back you freak!" (They each have pet names like that for each other...I find it sweet and comforting) Sweet innocently responded with, "I don't have it." It wasn't, "give what back?" or "you're the freak!" It was a very calm, innocent reply.

After going around for a couple of minutes with, "I know you took you freak!" and "No I didn't you moron!" Dill decided to retaliate. He grabbed Felicity and said very calmly, "If you want Felicity back alive you will give me my wheel back." And with that he ran off, up the stairs. Sweet of course ran after him.

After hiding Felicity in a secret hiding spot (which I found out later was in his closet because Dill cannot keep a secret), Dill came tromping down the steps with Sweet in tow yelling, "give her back or you can go back to the UPS man!" Then she disappeared. Pretty soon she came out of the bathroom and went running up the stairs. Unfortunately the wheel, which was hidden in her front sweatshirt pocket, flew out and bounced down the steps, thump, thump, thump. She picked it up but not before Dill caught a glimpse of it. Knowing he was not wrong in the least, he went stomping up the steps yelling, "give it back or else!" Now, by this time I honestly thought the stairs were going to cave in and the structure of my whole house would be in peril.

After some more yelling and pet names for each other Sweet came racing down the steps screaming at the top of her lungs, "I DON'T HAVE IT!" Dill came following with Felicity in hand, went into Sweets room and grabbed Julie. Sweet laid in the middle of the dining room floor screaming, "Give them back, I don't have your stupid wheel!" as Dill held Felicity and Julie by their arms saying, "If you want them back unscathed you'll give it to me NOW!"

I am standing back, letting things happen as they will, earning the mother of the year award, hoping that no one with in a block is outside of their house because I know every word can be heard at least that far away if not farther, trying to hold back a laugh. It was entertaining. I can't help it, I enjoyed the show. Some people pay good money and don't get to see stuff this entertaining.

After a couple of minutes of seeing Felicity's hair get whipped this way and that by Dill who is still holding the dolls by their arms saying stuff like, "unscathed" and "beheading", Sweet finally gave the wheel up all the while proclaiming her innocence. "I just found it, honest!" Dill handed the dolls over and popped his wheel in his Heely and proceeded to take the trash out. Sweet hugged each doll checking them over for any signs of damage and headed to her room sniffling.

And I was left in my dining room trying to muffle a laugh, not about Dill and Sweet mind you, but about the thought that was surely running through the mind of my next door neighbor who stopped and looked at the house while on his way to the post office.

Chip:
Math: Number Invader
Language Arts: 15 minute free write, punctuation game
Reading: Treasure Island
Arts: piano practice, bass practice
Misc: Think!, worked on book, Time Warp Trio Lewis and Clark, Time Warp Trio Nightmare on Joe's Street, Time Warp Trio What's so Great about Peter?, Liberties Kids Debra Samson

Dill:
Math: number invader
Language Arts: 15 minute free write, punctuation game
Reading: Gulliver's Travels, Time Warp Trio Lewis and Clark, Time Warp Trio Nightmare on Joe's Street, Time Warp Trio What's so Great about Peter?, Liberties Kids Debra Samson
Arts: piano practice
Misc: Think!

Sweet:
Math: Ghost Blaster
Language Arts: 15 minute free write, punctuation game
Reading: Elenore, Roosevelt
Arts: piano practice
Misc: Think!, worked on book, Time Warp Trio Lewis and Clark, Time Warp Trio Nightmare on Joe's Street, Time Warp Trio What's so Great about Peter?, Liberties Kids Debra Samson


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2 comments:

Danielle said...

I can so see this happening. That is too funny. I often think the same thing when my two are at each others throats. Lord knows they are both completely innocent. J is convinced we have a ghost in the house and now when ever something is lost, his comment is "The ghost must have struck again." ...lol.

Summer Fae said...

LMAO!!!!!!!

That is way too funny!