Just Another Manic Monday

I love Mondays! It is one of two days a week that all three kids go to school and I get a whopping 2 ½ hours all to myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining, I'll take it! But I dream of better days, of Monday through Friday…..of Kindergarten! I even have a construction paper link chain to count down the days. You know the ones you made to count down the days til Christmas? Mine pretty much goes all around the house, but I can't wait until August 10^th!

Anyway, I am getting off track here. So today, I was taking all three hooligans to school. It's not a long trip, about 15 minutes, 20 at the most. My kids love to sing, although they usually don't like the others singing. So Kennedy (who sits behind me in the Suburban) is singing, "oh, oh, oh it's magic, ya know…never believe it's not snow! (The real lyrics are Ho, ho, ho, It's magic you know, never believe it's not so.) I'm sitting there driving thinking Kennedy's version sounds vaguely similar to Lucy in the sky with diamonds, nah, I shake it off. Kennedy continues to sing, which in turn irritates Brooklyn. Brooklyn asks Kennedy to stop singing, then yells at her, then starts clapping her hands at her to show her utmost disgust at her singing and her failure to acknowledge her. Kennedy continues her concert, louder than ever and only stops to inform Brooklyn that we DO NOT clap our hands to get people's attention in our family. This would be a good place to insert that all my children take turns at being the Director of Right and Wrong. Currently, Kennedy is holding the position. I have learned to tune this out, Brooklyn has not. I am shaken out of my daydreams of white sandy beaches when Dominic matter of factly turns to Brooklyn (who sits next to her) and says, Blookin (aka Brooklyn), if you clap your hands one more time, I am going to cut off your arms! This begins the back and forth bantering of who is going to cut off which body part from whom, all to the tune of Kennedy's rendition of "Magic". Next thing I know Brooklyn is hysterically crying, tears and everything. If you don't know Brooklyn, she is the biggest drama queen I have ever had the pleasure to meet. So here Brooklyn is freaking out, because apparently her brother told her he was going to cut her head off. And she's hysterical because, "If Dominic cuts off my head, I won't have a mouth, and then I can't tell him what I'm going to chop off of him!" Seriously? Here I thought you had been stabbed or something! And the Emmy goes to…..

Kennedy stops her singing to start her whining. They sound vaguely similar and usually the whining goes to a tune also. She's upset because she can't breathe through her nose (allergies). Dominic offers a solution. He says, "Kennedy, why don't you try breathing with a bag over your head?" Kennedy whips around in her seat and says sternly, "Dominic. I cannot do that, I could DIE!" Dominic replies, "That's the point Kennedy."

I have to say, there is a lesson to be learned in all this. The lesson would be this. As I was typing out this blog, the Director of R and W informs me that instead of coloring their homework, they drew stripes on the dog with markers. Yes, my yellow lab now has pink, purple, blue and black stripes. Maybe he should be named Tiger instead of Tyson. And maybe next time I should blog AFTER they go to bed. It has to be 5 o'clock somewhere…..CHEERS!