It’s hard to believe we’re working on week two of 2010. I know everyone is just dying to hear about what’s going on (or what’s happened) in the Morgan household.
Christmas was Christmas lite at the Morgan home. Becca got a few gifts but nothing like our usual extravagant fair. We prepared her months ago that it would be slim pickin’s and she handled it quite well. Chris and I had a small/very small budget for the two of us (because Becca went crazy when she found out there would be no gifts for mommy and daddy) to get each other a gift or two and it was more amusing checking out how creative we both were than getting our usual ooohs and ahhhs over who bought the best most extravagant gift.
I got the most wonderful gift of all. I got my Christmas miracle. My brother bought tickets for Liz and Dad to fly down Christmas night and Jerry, Scott and Jeremy drove down Christmas night to spend a few days with us. We had the Morgans Christmas eve and Christmas day and then the Provin clan came Christmas night to stay until Wednesday. The only sad part was that Karen was to be kept out of the loop until my brother left on Monday because he didn’t want to see her and didn’t want her to know Jeremy was here. I understood, I accepted, but it was still just a bit weird not having us ALL together. My ultimate, ULTIMATE WOO HOO of the week was that not only did I get my family for the holidays but I got my dream come true picture opportunity. I had all the “cousins” in one general area and a brother that was the ultimate sweetest brother to finance a trip to Sears for my photo of a lifetime! BIG THANK YOU TO Jeff/Trisha and Tammy for allowing me to kidnap their kids for a few hours!! I got all 6 cousins in one setting and in one photo and NO ONE had to be photo shopped in! WOO HOO! And as an extra bonus, I got one picture of the Provin kids and one picture of the Morgan kids. It was soooooooo cool! My brother and Scott are just so amazingly awesome.
Jerry stayed until Monday and Dad & Liz got to stay until Wednesday. It was sad to see them leave but great to be able to have those few precious days together. Monday night we surprised Karen by stopping by her house with Dad & Liz and taking her to dinner. She said she kinda knew they were in town because the “air head” Liz wrote on her facebook status that she was heading to Florida! She’s such a retarded child!! But Karen understood why we had to keep it quiet. She’s cool that way… We didn’t have to hide it from her. I could have just said they were coming into town and that she couldn’t come over. But, it’s done and everyone is happy.
I didn’t take a vacation when school was out for Christmas. I worked my butt off from 6:30 in the morning until 6pm every night. I had a blast doing it. My day care was slammed full of screaming happy kids. Becca was loving all the children she could torture and laughter filled the air. I had at one point a 13 year old, 10 year old, 9 year old, 2-6 year old, 2-3 year olds and a 5 month old! Talk about chaos! I loved it. But I do have to say, I’m happy I’m back down to my 5 month old and 3 year old!
Back to school means back to Girl Scouts. It’s hectic, it’s crazy and I’ve had enough. I’m resigning from my coach position, my Daisy Leader position and my Secretary position. I am seriously thinking of resigning from my web master and even my Cadette Leader position. It’s just too much. The final…final straw was Tuesday night and my daisy meeting (mandatory parent meeting) for cookies. Monday night I had already hit 2 troops, making sure they had their paperwork correct for cookie sales.. BTW: COOKIES ARE FOR SALE if anyone is interested!! I’ll be sending out emails soon! Anyway, after the 2 meetings Monday, I hit my daisy meeting. Even though I wasn’t the cookie chair this year, I had to take lead of the parent meeting because my cookie chair had to work. No big deal, I’ve done it before and I knew Becca could lead the girls in their activities. I show up to the meeting and who do I see?? My cookie chair sitting there talking to one of the moms!! Hello??? Apparently she got off work early..Well, you’d ASSUME she’d take lead of the meeting since she was our chair. NOPE! I did it because she said she wasn’t prepared because she hadn’t planned on being there. UGH! Anyway, 6 of 15 parents showed up. Frustrating as hell but the meeting was complete. Wednesday is our Cadette meeting – mandatory cookie meeting. Luckily I didn’t have to handle that one! But, we had to talk about the dreaded camping trip..
Camping trip – Six months ago we signed up for a camping trip to Camp Kateri in Orange Springs for this weekend. We did it last year and even though it was cold, we were in cabins and the girls had a blast. After watching the weather for the past few weeks, we noticed the threat of cold but since we just KNEW we’d be in cabins we’d be okay. Until we got our bed assignments and found out we’d be in wall tents (no platform..just set on a dirt ground). You’ve got to be kidding me? All those cabins and they were putting us in tents?? So I emailed and called and begged for a cabin with no success. So I plead with the girls on Wednesday telling them there was no way Becca would be going because it was too damn cold and I didn’t want her getting sick. Too bad, girls voted, we’re going. The highs were only going to be in the 40′s with lows in 20′s. I was pissed, and my chaperons were pissed..Not one parent stood up to say, “My daughter isn’t going.” Except me, and I don’t count. After watching the weather that night and the following day, and getting angry calls (FINALLY) from concerned parents, Thursday night at 5pm we decided to cancel the trip and go with plan B. Plan B? Camp Morgan is now open. All the girls can come to my house and camp in the back yard during the day but sleep in a nice warm house at night. We’ll build a fire, roast marshmallows, play in the tent, go on a nature walk!! We’ll have a blast. Good God! Would someone please glue my mouth shut and tell me NOT to volunteer back up plans??? Between playing with the 3 year old and caring for a sick 5 month old, I cleaned house, cooked chili (from scratch) and chicken noodle soup (from scratch) and hot apple cider all before 5:30. I showered and changed clothes quickly before the 1st girl showed up. The girls seemed to have a blast. They came in carrying their supplies and munchies, we had a tent set up in the back yard with a fire pit and tiki torches and we were set to have fun. It was cold and the girls (those that grumbled about missing camping) would have the adventure of playing in the cold but staying warm to sleep.
Before we started our adventure I took the girls out to the tent, told them to get a feel for how cold it will be during the night and how would they feel to have to leave their warm bags to hit the potty. I even showed them our own “portable potty” and let them see how cold the seat would be. “This is what you’d have to pee in” if we were camping, I tell them…”aren’t you happy to have a bathroom in doors tonight?” Anyway, we set up outside, we’re sitting by the fire, playing in the tent and playing football in the dark. Torches are burning, fire is starting to warm us and we’re all having fun. Until I hear screaming and laughter in the tent and girls yelling at one particular girl. This moment here, is just the beginning of a weekend of bloopers and chaos..(SIGH)..
Girls are screaming, calling for me. What’s wrong? Oh one of the girls took me at my word and decided to drop her pants and piss in the portable potty! You’ve got to be kidding me? NOPE! Come on! Fucking common sense girl! There’s a bathroom not 50 feet away. I was furious and informed her, since she didn’t use it properly (and put in a plastic bag) she was cleaning it out because I wasn’t touching her pee! She informed me, she’d wait until Sunday and her daddy would clean it… Fine by me.
The girls are playing foot ball..we’re enjoying the fire. I happen to glance up and see one of our big girls tackle our littlest girls.. I cringe, notice she’s fine and then it occurs to me that I can see them VERY WELL in the dark.. Why?? As I hear one of the girls holler – FIRE.. My brain finally focuses and clicks for my eyes to see the big ball of fire coming off my tiki torch! The wicker caught fire and the oil is going everywhere! I jump up and run through the house trying to find Chris while my retarded girls, start dancing around the big ball of oily fire!! Good God! No common sense! Chris (after 3 bottles of wine) comes running down the stairs, grabs the fire extinguisher, calmly tells me to get the girls away from the pretty fire so he can take care of it. They thought it was cool and wanted to dance around it! Fire is out, smoke is everywhere and one of my girls decides it’d be cool to roll around in the…whatever that stuff that comes out of a fire extinguisher is.. on the ground. I’m pulling my hair out by now. Girls finally beg for mercy around 1130pm. It’s too cold. Knew they couldn’t handle it. Especially when they were supposed to come prepared for camping and one girl was dressed in fish-net stockings under leggins with a circa 1980 aqua blue ½ jean jacket as her clothing for the night..another…capri’s and flip flops! We gave them no extra clothing… they had to learn their lesson! It’s not our fault their parents didn’t supply them with the proper attire!
Saturday dawns cold and clear. The girls spend most of the day outside in the tent bundled up in their sleeping bags playing board games and cards. Those not brave enough to endure the cold, nap on the couch or lie down watching movies. Very peaceful day. Couple of issues… We order pizza and two of our girls decide they want to have the private dining hall for their meal. Are you fucking kidding me? Private dining? What the Hell? They take their pizza, go into my bathroom, close the door and sit on the floor eating their lunch. They refused to come out until we went over and dragged them out (yes one of the girls just happened to be my pee girl!) As she walks out of the bathroom she drops her pizza on the floor. She then asks for more… NOPE! You have to wait until everyone else gets theirs before you get more. You screwed up.. no sense in letting someone else suffer! These girls have no respect for other peoples property. I had garbage all over the floor, wrappers, coke cans..tissues. It was disgusting. Had to raise the voice a few times…Anyway next issue. Girls are outside. All my chaperons figure they’d go home for the night. I can handle 10 girls on my own! I agree… No problem. Girls are outside, Chris out for the day, chaperons gone. I turn on my music and start cooking dinner – Ahhh, peace and quiet…1/2 a song into my time… Two girls come in, want to play a game inside, I have to turn off my music it was too loud..and uh, foul??. I turn on the TV and start watching a show when.. ALL the girls come in, can’t hear the TV and THEY want music on.. UGH! I give up.. But it’s their day so I can deal.
I’ve got a girl with allergies – peanuts really hurt her and a few other choice items. I made sure I had nothing to hurt her but still every meal she asks what’s in it. No problem, I understand..until Saturday. With her attitude, her peeing friends behavior and my utter frustration of the “little things”, I had had enough.
Dinner Saturday was Spaghetti and meatballs. Do I need to say anything else? SPAGHETTI and MEATBALLS.. I also had some left over chicken and rice I heated for the girls. I’m in the kitchen making the stuff and allergy girl comes over and gets in my space. My kitchen is big but with 10 girls constantly coming in and looking over your shoulder, you kinda get a little itchy; well..bitchy in my case. Allergy girl comes over and can clearly see what I’m cooking…”What’s for dinner?” Uh, Spaghetti and meatballs. “Does it have soy sauce in it?” Uh, it’s spaghetti and meatballs. “I know, but what’s in it? Does it have soy sauce?” Uh, it has spaghetti sauce, spaghetti noodles and frozen meatballs. “but does it have SOY SAUCE?” NO.. I know, I could have said no in the beginning but COME ON! It’s freaking spaghetti….”does it have peanuts in it?” IT’S FREAKING SPAGHETTI! GO AWAY SO I CAN FINISH DINNER! I’d had enough…she went away. The older girls that heard the conversation almost pissed themselves laughing. GEEZ!
I had two tables set up – enough room for all the girls. Pee pants and allergy girl (same ones in the bathroom w/their pizza) decide they are going to eat their spaghetti sitting on the floor. NO! Sit at the table like good little girls and eat like the other humans. “No, that’s alright, we want to sit over here on the floor and play our DS while we eat.” NO, sit at the table like good little children. “But we want to sit on the floor and play our DS.” SIT AT THE TABLE OR I WILL MAKE YOU EAT YOUR DS!…okay, I got just a little pissy there. But COME ON!
After dinner they want to play hide and seek in the dark. While Mrs. Teresa is cleaning the kitchen trying to clear away some space for the next mass feeding, they are complaining I’m taking too long…”Can’t you wash dishes in the dark.” No response from Mrs. Teresa other than a nice evil glare. They played awhile and then had to stop because one of the girls had to go to the bathroom – 30 minutes later (and several concerned stops/knocks at the bathroom door) the girl is still in the bathroom. Unfortunately, another one with allergies (to dogs) was having issues and her nose started bleeding. 30 minutes in the bathroom I’m figuring we need a call to mom or an ambulance right? She finally opened the door and with wadded up tissues hanging out of her nose and tears pouring down her face she informs me she doesn’t want to get in trouble… Uh-oh! Lord help me, I had to ask…, “why do you think you’d get in trouble? Do I need to call mom?” No, I don’t need to call mom. Tears running down her face, bloody tissues in nose.. she says…”Mrs. Teresa, I sneezed.” I’m slow folks, so freaking slow.. I try calming her down but she’s hysterical. She’s in some kind of trouble and I don’t know why. She sneezed and she’s in trouble?” She steps back, I step in. HOLY JESUS CHRIST, CALL CSI!! We’ve got a murder! Half my freaking bathroom walls were splattered with blood. She had one hell of a sneezing fit and spewed bloody snot all over my WHITE FUCKING WALLS!! The mirror, the door..Holy cow, the floor! I handled it well, I told her no problem, my house is a day care, things get messy, go play with the other girls and I’ll clean this up. As I reach for my handy dandy plastic gloves, she informs me she TRIED to clean up the mess herself. With my PURPLE wash cloth. I then look closely at her attempt at cleaning up.. She scrubbed my walls so well she hit sheet rock and beyond! There are gouges in my wall where she dug into the wall to clean up! “It’s okay honey, I got it, go and play.” As I clean up the mess, all I can think of is that I hope no one gets hurt tonight because if we have to call the police, they are going to wonder about all the cleaned up blood all over my beautiful white walls. I just cracked myself up. Laughing hysterically I cleaned up my once beautiful bathroom. Where is the straight jacket when you need one. I think laughing would be better than crying right? And the good thing is… none of the girls noticed, so she wasn’t embarrassed. And at that point I knew, just KNEW I needed a shot of tequila but couldn’t figure out how I could get it (off the refrigerator) without the girls noticing. The girls never went out after dark – it was too cold…Lesson learned???
Sunday dawned and the girls started packing up. The older girls were thoroughly fed up with pee pants and allergy girl and they gleefully reminded me that pee pants hadn’t cleaned out the potty yet… One girl nicely handed her some gloves while another helped me fill up a pan of water and disinfectant. Then, they all stood at the window while she stood outside to clean out her mess. My older girls just love watching others suffer!
Everyone is finally gone and I am now able to shovel out the house in preparation for another busy week. Hopefully, it will be uneventful!
And finally, to close this all out and get us up to current date… I have a new child starting Monday. Another girl.. just two years old. I’m loving it. I love my job and love my babies!
Oh oh.. wait .. one more amazing thing.. I have to brag about my wonderful Becca again!!
Becca received a letter Thursday from her Math Teacher. Becca has been nominated by her teacher for inclusion in the official 2010 United States Achievement Academy National Yearbook. She received the National Mathematics Award!! She’s going to have her name, photo and accomplishments listed in this National yearbook and apparently can be eligible for some pretty cool scholarships. My girl is so amazing!!
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