This past weekend was crazier than a Chihuahua peeing on a Bulldog’s house. It started on Friday when my sister dropped off her three kids to spend the night. I adore my nieces and nephew, but combining them with my kids is like those baking soda volcanoes you make in Science class. It’s loud, explosive and bound to be a little messy.
Around this time we also got a call to show the house three times that day (I may or may not have good news about this 😉 )with the first showing being within 30 minutes of the call. I have discovered that having older children is very handy when you have a bunch of things to get done at once. I got out my whip and lion tamer’s chair and put them to work getting the baby ready, leash on the dog and clean some glass. I was trying to get all the kids out of the house, the husband and the dog; when the first viewers were on the front porch.
Since we had to be gone from the house for about 4 hours, we decided to drive up to The Dream House and look around the property. It’s about a hour trip and let me tell you…6 kids, 2 adults and a dog in a minivan is not conducive to The Sobriety Wagon. Once we got there and everyone had their legs stretched and wiggles out; we got back in the van and looked for somewhere to eat. I preferred somewhere with a drive through trough and an interior car wash…but we settled for some burgers and fries. Holy Cow…preteens can put away some food! As we were starting to pull out of the driveway, our dog flipped out.
He jumped around the crowded van and ended up getting his leash caught around Buzz. It took picking him up and almost choking him to death to get the two unraveled. Buzz got some nice bruises from the incident (the kind that you don’t want to take her out in public because of what someone might think) The Head Crayon got a fingernail ripped off and there was some biting going on. I believe all 6 children were screaming at some point, dog barking, husband shouting orders and me…I was making some kind of weird instinct whimpering. There ended up being blood everywhere and one of my nieces took to being the Florence Nightingale of the group and passing out bandages to the wounded soldiers.
We got home and everyone had to take their baths. I stood outside the bathroom door doing something that I swore I would never do.
You got 5 minutes, soap it off and get out!
Bedtime was an interesting affair as everyone wanted to sleep (insert weird typing format…so sorry!)
on the special bounce bounce bed (blow up mattress) Once it was decided who would sleep where, the whole house got really quiet and I finally took a breath.
I am Mayor of Crazy Town.
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