A Day in the Hijab of Shama

My family and I have some deep philosophical conversations in my home.  We ponder the Creator and His creations.  We analyze moral codes and conducts.  We discuss the powers and deceptions of love and life.  There are even occasional political debates and resolutions.  Then there are those times when all intellect leaves the room and mutterings of gibberish laden fools reign free to spread their doctrine.  These are some of those mutterings:

1. " Mommy, I can't sleep in my sleeping bag anymore."
     "Why, is it dirty?  Are you too hot in it?  Is there a hole in it that allows a tiny gremlin inside to nibble at
     your toenails while you sleep?"
     "No, it's too blue."
2.  (Angrily)"She keeps looking at me!"
     "So close your eyes and you won't see her seeing you."
     "But then I can't breathe."
3.  [This one is courtesy of my niece]
     Daddy: what mascot would you pick for your school?
     Child: a bloody castle.
     Hmmmmmmmm.....
4.  "Can I have some cereal?"
     "Sure, let me take out the milk."
     "No, I don't want milk.  I want to eat it dry."
     [ten minutes later] "Can I have some milk?"
     "I just offered you milk in you cereal and you said you didn't want any."
     "That was because it's harder to play marbles with my Kix when they're wet."
5.  [watching the child bouncing and writhing in her seat] "Hanan, do you have to go to the bathroom?"
     "No, thank you."
     "Yes you do, you're practically wiggling out of your clothes."
     "No, thank you."
     "I'm not offering you a cookie, I'm telling you to go PEE."
     "Can i have a cookie if i go pee?"
     "Whew, yeah, sure kid, after you go pee you can have a cookie."
     "Mommy, my pants are wet, can i have my cookie now?"
     "NO THANK YOU"
    

Today is one of those busy dizzy days. Just as I attempt to do one thing 5 other seemingly more important issues pop up in my way demanding my immediate attention. So all day long I've been moving thru a spiral of chores and children, phone calls (sitting on hold for what seemed like hours) and knocks at the door. It's now 5 something in the evening and I haven't gotten dressed yet! And the very first task I set out to do, which by the way was most important, didn't get done. And now I'm dizzy, frazzled, haggared, tired, cranky, ugly, stinky, hungry....wow I sound like the 7 dwarfs only I just listed 8. Oh great, now i'm babbling.

Is there spell check on this thing? Because I'm probably mispelling everything over 2 syllables. Anyhoo, just a sprinkle of my day: Woke up at the crack of dawn (literally). So did my kids! Uugggh! By 6 am, I'd cooked two breakfasts, cleaned one poopy diaper, mopped the kitchen floor where my 1 yr old poured her daddy's cup of coffee and reviewed some school work with my son. 8 am, my extra baby came. I watch her weekdays for my friend. And you know what that means? 8:30 another poopy diaper. Meanwhile I'm chasing my 4 yr old around whispering in a loud tone: "SSHHHHHH! " as he jumps from couch to pillow to toy to little sister's head. So little sister cries which causes extra baby to cry which makes me want to cry too. My husband who works swing shift and is trying to sleep comes out, shushes them all one time and the house falls SILENT... GO FIGURE!

Well enough complaining for now. By the way, my 1yr old is crying at me right now for being on the computer in my leisure time (how dare I). I have two words for this day: Early Bedtime.