Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Our Day by Noon
I woke up before the alarm and turned it off. Started crying because I have to get through another entire day. Pulled myself together and decided one hour of school wasn't worth getting the girls to this morning. I tried sleeping again, but just laid there wide awake.
I prepared breakfast without putting on my glasses and I began to smell cat poop. Then I realized I'd stepped in it and walked on the aggregate floor. Aggregate floor in my house means pebbles mixed in epoxy and spread across the floor. Everything that falls to the floor, falls between the pebbles and gets between and underneath them. The pebbles are also multicolored so everything that falls onto the floor disappears by camouflage.
I told the girls to stay away from the area while I got the cleaning machine. I told them they cannot get their milk yet because this was by the fridge. By the time I found the machine and brought it in, the girls had finished with their cereal and were putting their dishes in the sink, walking all over the cat poop and the area rugs. I yelled, "What are you doing! I said to stay away from here."
Sissy, 15, said she thought I meant the rugs. I asked if I said rugs. She said no. I asked what I did say, she said, stay away.
I call Apple's OT and tell her we are running very late. As we pull into the parking lot, it's raining and there are puddles, I say to the girls, "Leave the diaper bag in the car. Get out on this side," I indicated the driver's side, "Sissy, get out on your side but be careful of the water."
I open the door to get the baby out and Blossom, 13, is reaching for the diaper bag. I asked what she's doing. She had no clue that she shouldn't be getting the diaper bag. Sissy is trying to get from the middle to the back of the van so she can get out on the driver's side. I asked what she's doing, she said trying to get out. I asked them to repeat what I said. Jie Jie repeated it fine, a miracle for her. Blossom only heard to get out on the driver's side, as did Sissy.
We get home. There is no rug by the back door. I say, "Blossom, where is the black rug that I told you to put by the back door the other day."
Her reply, "What are you talking about?"
"I told you to take the black rug and put it by the back door."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
"I gave you the black rug the other day and told you to put it by the back door. Where did you put it."
"You didn't tell me that."
"Yes I did. Where is the rug?" By now, of course, I'm yelling again.
She looks clueless then says, "Maybe it's over there," indicating a rolled up rug near the extra stove.
I say, "That isn't a maybe. There it is. Why did you put it there?"
"I didn't hear you say put it by the back door."
"Yes you did because when I gave you those instructions the other day you said you didn't understand so I showed you the rug by the front door and told you to put the black rug the same way by the back door."
And this is a typical day.