Today I had a "day off". Let me clarify, from my day/office job, not my other full time job of mother, housekeeper, taxi driver....That job comes with no vacation, but plenty of priceless benefits. Like when we were in the Pediatrian's office and I was fruitlessly trying to fill out paperwork that I had just filled out just 8 short days ago (because it must be filled out each visit in case the child's birthdate or something like that has changed :) I was using the office pen because I can never keep one in my purse (little hands seem to make them disappear). This office pen was not one you would ever mistakenly put in your own purse at it had a flower with a very long stem taped to the top of it. As I was trying to write while chasing/watching/entertaining 4 small children, Nathan walked up and sniffed the top of that large flower which brought a little laughter in the waiting room. Ah to be young and not realize that some flowers are not really flowers :)
Or when we were at the playground playing while waiting for Tristan to complete his Yellow belt test (Which he did my little Karate man!!). A third grade girl was explaining to her 4-5 year old sister that another boy on the play ground "had anger issues." As I was silently snickering about this, Collin walked up to me with a big grin on his face and said "Did you hear what she said about me?" I had to ask to which he replied "She says I have 10 babies." Whew, don't know where that interpretation came from but that made me laugh even more. It was even funnier later as I listened to a conversation between this same 4-5 year old and Collin. Collin had definitely met his match and I only wish I had recorded it on video for later. Who knows, maybe they will date one day as she definitely could hold her own with him ;) She was explaining to him how she did not like boys, let me clarify, how she HATED boys. They are so rude, etc. etc. He said "Well, I like Girls." "My friend Katie, she is really nice to me." (Cousin Katie :))
Collin then started to climb like a monkey on places on the play area that he shouldn't as I kept asking him to stop. She then proceeded to tell him how he needed to listen to his Mother and not disobey. I said "Wow, girls must listen better than boys.". She of course agreed with this statement and repeated this "fact" to him. It was kind of fun to have a "little mother" there, if nothing else but to watch them banter :)
We did survive our doctor's visit quite well though. Dalton still has an ear infection and has started another 10 days of antibiotics, but the other three are fine. The doctor did tell me I could throw away the amoxicillin once I shared with her that they had not been sleeping very much since they had been on it. I told her I wasn't aware that an antibiotic could cause insomnia, but if you google it, sure enough a few sites list this as well as hyperactivity as a possible side effect. It definitely affected them. Tonight they were all asleep by 9:30 which was amazing. I don't know if it was from pure exhaustion or coming off the meds, but I'm hoping their sleep schedules return to normal.
One last story for the day...Today I made a futile effort, to try to bleach the not-so-white socks of all the men in my house. Yes, if you were to look at all the socks of the male species in this house, you would not find a pristine pair among them. You might even wonder whether someone bothered to wash them. Unless someone owns stock in a sock factory and can supply me with a new supply each week, I'm afraid I'm doomed to life filled with not-so-nice socks. You see this is a Davis genetic trait. It starts with the oldest Davis male in the house who can never seem to put on one of the MANY pairs of slippers his wife has bought for this purpose when he walks outside. I feel like the sock tyrant yelling out the door for one of them to put on some shoes as they wander into our red clay yard in their socks. Sigh. I just wanted you to feel my pain. Life with this many men can be exasperating, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. Dirty socks and all :)
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