Thursday, September 30, 2010

Memories of a fun morning (for me anyway)

Sunday, September 18th, 2005,   My 1st year anniversary was a very memorable morning.

My friend got married the night before.  The reception was at the hotel less than a mile away, so as a surprise to my husband, I got a room for the night.  I informed my sons, then 19 and 15 that we would not be home that evening.  It was the first time we were going to leave them alone in the house over night.  Of course I did tell them NO PARTIES!  They didn't listen.

Sunday morning at around 7 AM, hubby was still sound asleep. I decided to run home and get him some clean clothes.  (Remember, he didn't know we were staying there).  As I expected, I walked in to a disaster.  Kids sleeping on any piece of floor they could find. Beer cans everywhere.  My youngest passed out on the love seat, puke on the floor. It looks like somebody attempted to clean it with a towel.

I grabbed Bob's clothes and headed back to the hotel.  I woke him up, told him what was going on in the house.  Then the evil plot began.  We showered, dressed and were ready to go for breakfast.   It was now 9 AM, I called the kids, "Good morning sons! You have exactly 20 minutes to get all the beer cans picked up, bodies out of the house and the puke in front of the loveseat cleaned up.  We are on our way home."

Three hours later, after some breakfast and shopping we decided it was time to go home.  The house was cleaner than we left it, which definitely worked out to our advantage :)  The friends were gone and the house didn't smell like puke. The kids sleeping in their beds.  Phase one complete. 

Time to make lunch.  Oops I dropped 6 pans on the floor.  Better turn the music on loud so the kids don't hear all that crashing and clanging in the kitchen.  Oh wait, they woke up.  I better yell over the music to them now.  HOW ARE YOU FEELING THIS AFTERNOON?  DID YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME LAST NIGHT?  It was like the scene out of the Roseanne show.  They didn't have any parties in the house for a very long time after that and only with my permission. 

When Kevin turned 18 that party came up in conversation. I finally told him how I knew about the party, how I snuck home and left.  He still tells his friends to this day of how I punished them.  I wish I had a video camera so I could have seen the panic in their eyes having 20 minutes to clean up a huge mess with a hangover.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

I thought pink was safe!

It's really not my favorite color.  My favorite is blue.  Truth is, if I were to go out and buy a Mustang today it would be Grabber Blue.  Though I thought pink would be a safe color for me having three boys.  I have pink suitcases, pink duffle bags, pink tools, amongst other pink items.  I always had pink toothbrushes.  Notice, I said "HAD".

I bought a two-pack of new toothbrushes last week.  One pink, one orange.  Kevin grabbed the orange one. I expected that.  What I didn't expect was for my other son to come for a visit with a need to brush his teeth.  I suppose you know where this is going, and if you couldn't guess, he took my pink toothbrush because it was on the sink unopened waiting for me. 

About those pink tools I have?  There are some missing. I didn't use them.  Now if they go after my pink blanket, car, suitcase and/or duffle bag, I'm going to get real worried!