|The Suburban Mom Edition|
This is what's been happening here; you tell me I'm not right:
The Party texts me during the day to ask if I could take dry cleaning. I say "maybe" because even though I am going to do it, I don't like him to think he can boss me around. I go up to our closet, where he keeps the dry cleaning in a pile on the floor. There is one pair of pants and two shirts. He was just away for a week for work, so I know there are more clothes somewhere. Now, not only do I have to take the clothes to the dry cleaner, but I have to participate in a mini scavenger hunt first.
Because I am not just pretty, I know that somewhere (not near our bedroom or closet) The Party has emptied his suitcase. Using my best detective skills, I locate the dry cleaning in the garage. It's there because that is as far as the suitcase got (pretty sure our suitcase from our cruise at Christmas break is still there too with clothes in it - guess none of those needed to go to the dry cleaners). Ha! Nice try, but I found it. Not that it wasn't great fun to check the spare bedroom, living room and family room first.
|Who knew we actually|
had something in common?
Let me give you some background. If I call The Party during the day and he actually answers the phone, he is always giving me the bum's rush because he is "busy" (I know he's at work, but whatever). But, if he calls me and I tell him I can't talk because I am on the other line or getting ready to go pick up one one of the kids or the house is on fire, all he hears is "I want nothing more than to give you my full attention and catch up on the day's events. I think he and Ashton sit around with a stopwatch to see how long they can keep me on the phone. There is probably a pool.
Party, Boy and SB are all in on the other scam they have running around here. This is the one where I say something about upcoming plans we have and everyone insists that I never mentioned it before. They actually think that I will believe that I must be hallucinating and either imagine saying things or am just talking to myself. Funny thing is that when I start to give details of what one of them said during the "imaginary" conversation, suddenly people have a vague recollection of what I am talking about. You know they are cursing to themselves that they didn't "get" me and are plotting a more airtight story for the next time.
So, now you all know that I am forced to be ever-vigilant in my quest to keep the crazies from taking over the asylum. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it.
|AKA - Home Sweet Home|
*Mom - "Punk'd is an MTV show on the order of Candid Camera, but from this century. Ashton Kutcher is the ersatz host.