Sundays used to be a relatively calm day in our house. There were many Sundays where the farthest we would venture outside of our living room would be the kitchen. Maybe the basement if we were feeling crazy. And then my oldest turned five and my Sundays got turned on their heads. Birthday parties (multiple ones on the same day), homework, playdates. It's never ending. And I'm not sure I'm loving it. I kinda liked feeling like my family was living in a cozy little bunker with a TV and a fridge and no social obligations one day a week.
And then there's now.
For starters, Josh left to shul at 8:30am and didn't come back until 10:30am because he now gives a shiur every once in a while and loves loves loves doing it. And from what I understand, he is pretty good at it too. So I entertained the kids for those two hours by changing the channel on the TV every once in a while. Other than that, I sat on the couch and read Parents magazine. I have to wonder what the good people who write for Parents would think of that.
Once Josh was home, the fun started. My parents came over (hooray, we don't have to pay the toll going to their house) with donuts and bagels for the kiddies. As I was cutting the bagels open I happened to notice the picture of the huge fish on my bulletin board that my primer-going son needed to decorate for tomorrow. Decorate a fish? Yup. And not just decorate it, but turn it into your favorite character from your favorite book. I gotta tell you, I am loving these primer teachers, but if you ask me, that sounds very much like mommy homework and not so much like kiddie sized homework - but as Josh pointed out, nobody asked me. So I turn to the five-year-old and ask him what his favorite book is and he stops what he is doing, looks around and sees a book on the floor that we have not read more than once, ever, and I dont think we even finished it that time, picks it up and declares this to be his favorite book in the whole wide world. Uh-huh.
In the end, after much negotiation, we went with a Curious George book. And with some cardboard from an almost empty Triscuit cracker box, some yellow tissue paper, black construction paper and glue, we turned that baby into The Man With The Yellow Hat. Now, I will digress for a second and ask a question that has been bothering me since we started watching Curious George religiously, about five years ago. Here goes: For a man who has no discernable job or inheritance and seems to be not very bright (I mean really, does he not see trouble coming every time he leaves George alone), how can he afford a house in the country and an apartment in the city? I really have given this a lot of thought and after much time, I have been forced to conclude that Dr. Wiseman is his sugar-mama. Maybe not very nice of me, but what else could it be? Aside from Chef Pisgetti - and how he keeps that restaurant open is beyond me - The Man and George are the only customers - Dr. Wiseman is the only one on that show with a real job and there is clearly some sexual tension between The Man and Dr. Wiseman. I'm just saying.
So fish project done, we moved on to the kindergarten homework. It's kind of the same homework every week - find three pictures that start with whatever letter they are learning this coming week. It's a cute little assignment and the kids love cutting out the pictures. Last year, when my oldest was in kindergarten, he let me show him which pictures to cut out and the whole thing took three minutes and we had the rest of the day to play. This year, my kindergartener will have none of that. I guess I should admire that in him, his need to be his own person and all that, but I have things to do. And so, like every week, he parked himself at the dining room table with the Shoprite circular and his safety scissors, ready to go. This week's letter is C. He looks and looks and well, this is how it went down:
Me: No, soda starts with an S.
Him: Oh, I like soda.
Me: I know.
Me: No, popcorn starts with a P. Last week was P week.
Him: Oh Yeah. P week. Hahahahhaha, you said P week!
Me: Keep going.
Me: Also P.
Me: Donuts start with a D.
Him: I want a donut.
Me: I know you do.
And on and on the world turns. Of course, we don't see the world passing by because we are looking at the Shoprite circular. Finally (finally), we wind up with Cheese Crackers, CheeseCake and potato Chips. I really really hope the potato chips count for C because I'm pretty sure we sent in a picture of potato chips last week. Oh well.
We all stop for lunch. My parents leave. And the kitchen sink clogs up. I knew the sink was draining kind of slowly, but still, like everytime this happens, I was taken by surprise. The last time this happened I was six months pregnant and Josh had the flu. In bed. Hmmm, should I call a plumber or try to fix it myself, pregnant me said to myself. I decided to go it alone and after googling "clogged sink, no draino", I knew what to do. And I'm willing to bet that you did not know this, but if you partner me up with some baking soda, vinegar, a plunger (so gross, I know) and a lot of boiling water, I can fix a sink. And so I tried it again - but this time the boys wanted to help. Yay.
One of them ran to get the plunger (why does he know what it is?) and the other screamed cause he wanted to be the one to get the plunger. So I had to promise that he could be the first one to hold it after I poured boiling water over it in the bathroom sink before bringing it anywhere near my kitchen sink.
So we poured baking soda down the drain, chased it with a cup of vinegar and watched the chemistry work. Josh could explain it a lot better than I could so I'll just say that this stuff sizzles and bubbles and makes weird noises when you combine them. Then I poured boiling water down the drain and watched as the drain was still clogged. Hmm. What happened? And why do I remember using a plunger last time? So back to the internet because I clearly was not remembering all the steps here. Ahh, so it's pour baking soda, vinegar, stop up the drain in the other sink, then pour boiling water and plunge. Rinse and repeat. Got that? It's good to know.
And that what's we did. Several times, with everyone having the exact same number of turns using the plunger in the sink. And haha, the sink is unclogged, all the dishes are washed and this part of the story is over.
It was definitely time for a snack now, so we broke out the pudding and the pretzels. See, it's still P week in our house! Then Josh said it was time to go outside and do the leaves. Do what to them you might ask. Well, if you ask the kids, it's drive your bikes right through the leaves that your Abba is raking and laugh your head off. Fun for all. And yes, if you have been following along from last week, you might be saying, hey, wait a sec, you guys already put away all the toys in the garage for the winter! And you'd be right, we did. But apparently Josh is better at this garage thing than I am. He is able to take the bikes out without having the sukkah crash down on the his head, so go Josh! Not so good with the cleaning up though because I just looked outside and the bikes and trikes are still sitting in the backyard a day later, almost totally covered in leaves (it's windy today).
Long story slightly less long, a while later our cousins came for dinner and brought chinese food with them. Leftovers for tonight, yahoo!
Sundays are busy now - and kinda fun. But I still wish we could just lock the front door, stay in pajamas and snuggle on the couch with the kids, their bottles and watch Everyday Food, This Old House and America's Test Kitchen all day without anyone bothering us. Ahh, a day with the Sunday schedule on PBS. Made possible by viewers like you.
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