Wednesday, December 5, 2012

This week at our house...

The other night Mark looked into my eyes with the most serious expression I have ever seen on his face.  There was not even the slightest indication of a smile.  Staring straight into my eyes he said, “Bekah, I need you to promise me that you will go get your oil changed tomorrow.” 

A  horrific request with three wild, loud boys.  But with the intense look he was giving me, I felt I would be a fool to even question it. 

So, the next day the three boys and I were off to get the oil changed.  The hour we ran around the waiting room was as bad, exhausting, humiliating as I had imagined it would be, and I was relieved when the oil-change-man finally came walking through the door with my keys in hand.  I quickly grabbed the keys, and the kids, and within minutes they were strapped into submission and we were on our way.

When Mark got home from work I looked right at him with pride and told him that I had indeed had my oil changed today, with all three boys! I was very eagerly awaiting some good praise and admiration when he asked, “How much did it cost?”

“I even remembered to bring along the coupon you showed me.  You know, I don’t think they even ran my card.  That’s weird, I wonder if they have yours on file or something.” Said I.

By the grin I could see forming I knew my praise was not coming. “Yeah, they called me right after you left and said that my wife had ran out without paying, and could I please pay for the services.” 

For some reason I find this very funny.  I can just see those oil-change-guys watching me snatch my keys sprint to the car, strap the kids down in record time and peel away.

Also this week;

The next day I was in the family room talking to Mark on the phone when I heard very loud banging coming from the laundry room.  I had that feeling. The one that says, “Run”.  Ran to the laundry room to see Luke, upside down, in the dryer, which was on, going around and around.  Russell was standing guiltily with his finger on the start button, screaming bloody murder.  Russ Russ was horrified.  I was pretending to cry, but was really laughing hysterically. Lukey cried for a total of ten seconds. 

Lukey has been saying, “Lukey go’d in dryner.  Russo push a button. Lukey go roun an roun”  as he makes big circles with his arms. 

Time to start using the child lock option on our washer and dryer.
Crazy mama who is losing her memory...
Two biggest little mischief makers around...

Grady eating dirt...


Cathy said...

Bekah, I LOVE your stories. Both Dev and I were laughing. :) You are such an amazing writer and I felt like I was right there with the oil change man watching you run off. Seriously, it made my day. You are awesome and we love you!

Super Angie said...

Hahahahahaha! It must have felt like the longest hour ever. I feel the same way about flying with babies...

Shelise said...

This is so hilarious. I laughed so hard I cried. I wonder if it's so funny because I can totally imagine myself in that situation and doing the exact same thing. Being stuck in a waiting area for that long with three boys is exhausting and I avoid situations like that as often as possible. Usually though, I have all three with me.

Bren + Lucy said...

An inspirational story of vulnerability and overcoming adversity
thanks for having the courage to share

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