stir crazy

Stir crazy.  Your dear children might be a smidge stir crazy if, when your friend from down the street stops by to say hello, before she can even shake the snow off her boots your son says to her "hi.  What's your name?  Can I go to your house?"  And you, mama, may be equally stir crazy if your friend looks at your crazy eyes and unwashed hair and the squealing, no-nap baby in your arms who's just spit up down the arm of your sweatshirt and says "sure!  Hey, A & V!  Come play at my house for awhile!"  And though you're normally not one to send any member of the family out looking (too) disheveled, you run for their snow boots and coats without a moment's hesitation.  Middle child out the door in Christmas pajamas layered under a size 24 month tiger Halloween costume (as middle children do), to boot.  Their teeth weren't even brushed, you guys.  Bye!  Have fun, now!  Because the baby needed a nap and naps don't tend to happen with kids banging things around and screaming at the dog and quite honestly, I just needed two seconds to clear my head, for goodness sake.

The weekend?  It was no weekend at all.  J, I can tell you now that he's home to protect us from crazies, was away in Dallas.  My parents, in Florida.  So minus a few hours my sister relieved me on Friday evening for a friend's birthday dinner downtown, it was me, three kids, and a snow storm.  My car hasn't left the garage since Friday, 8pm.  So my weekend-passing plans of fun outings and dance class and such?  Shot down.  We made the best of it, we did have fun!  We muffin baked and crock potted and Valentine created and movie watched and fort built and did every other thing one can possibly do under the roof of this house.  And by Sunday, when J's flight was due in at 11am?  We were so ready.  Anderson, asking every three and a half minutes when daddy'd be home, why daddy wasn't home yet, WHEN WILL DADDY BE HOME?  And Vivian, fretting that he'd miss her "birfday" if he didn't get home soon.  And Mabel, cranky because she had woken four times the night before.  (A record breaking night!  Lucky me!)  Except, as tends to happen in winter storms, J's flight down from Denver was delayed.  And delayed again.  And you get it.  Three hours later, just as the kids were stomping downstairs from their naps and demanding an explanation as to WHERE, exactly, their father was .... his flight was taking off.  And an hour after that, it landed in Durango.  And thirty minutes after that, he was still sitting on the gate-less plane, which sort of blows my mind as we don't actually even HAVE gates here in Durango, we have .... a big place where planes park and you actually get off outside so WHAT EXACTLY IS THE HOLDUP?  And an hour after that, he was still waiting on luggage.  Gate checked luggage.  Gate checked luggage containing truck keys and essential medicines.  Gate checked luggage that was sitting on its' gate checked ass back up in Denver.  For real.  Ninety minutes later, after calling my sister to come get him and take him to the dealership for a vehicle to borrow, he was home.  By then, it was 5:00pm.  Let's just say this whole gang was spent.  S-P-E-N-T.

And so now it's Monday, and I'm not feeling very refreshed, as a person just off a weekend should, because again, the "weekend" was a mythical thing.  Didn't even happen.  And I decided to get all "Fun Outdoorsy Mom" and take my kids outside to sled, and you guys?  WHY?  Ten minutes in, Vivian peed her snowpants.  Then, the dog knocked Anderson face first into the snow.  Then, Anderson inexplicably threw snow all over Mabel, and THAT WAS THAT.  So now I've got a hallway full of snow soaked clothing and a wash room full of pee soaked clothing and, also, a headache.

I need a weekend* do-over.  Like, whoa.
(*Except I mean the kind of weekend where J is home and I have time to wash my hair and don't wear the same pair of leggings for 48 hours, including sleep time.)

it appears the muffins are under attack.
i did find time to start watching 'girls'.  omgobsessed.
and i was all, 'plane!  you're going the WRONG WAY.'
i got so desperate today that i figured out how to work a snowblower.