No this is not a dog post or post about a popular BYU slang term. It is about me and how I am a fetcher. I am wondering when will I ever stop being one...
I am sure my morning started out like many of yours. Fetching the lost sock, forgotten homework, lost gym clothes that were supposed to get washed this weekend but didn't, and all the special items for lunch because one kid doesn't like string cheese and the other doesn't like gogurts.
Then I had to fetch snowpants out of the dryer from our wet skiing weekend. I had to fetch a sippy cup, blanket, clean underpants, clean socks, and the BROWN SWEATER MOM, NOT THE GREEN ONE!
And the fetching continued through lunch when I sat down to my first bite of grilled cheese and had to fetch milk, and bread with plain, not melted butter. Then I fetched a tutu, ballet slippers, a checkbook, the WRONG SHOES MOM, I WANT MY RUNNING SHOES NOT BOOTS!!! and again, that dratted wrong green sweater, because today we are wearing the brown one.
I fetched frozen pork chops, BBQ sauce and a crock pot for dinner.
While I was driving I fetched a dropped cracker, a lollipop wrapper that needed thrown out, and an empty milk cup.
I fetched one child from school. One extra kid from ballet to come play. One more load of wet clothes from Saturday that magically did not get dried crammed into the dryer (why doesn't anyone but me get the concept of overloading these machines in this family??)
Every day I fetch. I run around getting things for people. I am tired. I am actually weary from all the fetching that I do.
Weary I tell you.
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Whew! That is a lot of fetching. On a plus note, at least you look fabulous!
Oh honey we should start a club and wear tee shirts! The Foxy Fetchers!!!
Yup. It was taking lunch money to my son, who conveniently left it on the kitchen table. And it was taking the van to get gas after hubby ran it down to fumes over the weekend.
Oh Nicole, I was just thinking about this. Yesterday at lunch I thought I was okay to sit down and eat my PB&J, when Marin wanted milk, then Kate wanted a sippy since Marin had one. Then Kate started mashing her chicken nuggets into her clothes so I fetched a bib and a washcloth and then Marin spilled BBQ sauce on the floor, so I hurried to clean that up. Finally I started cramming my PB&J down my throat, but had to stop and fetch some sunscreen for Marin before she ran out the door to play. All that happened in about 20 minutes. I was thinking, "Wow, someday I may be able to make myself some lunch and just sit and eat it without getting up 50 times!"
Whew.... I would like to tell you it gets easier as they get older, but it doesn't...I have however made them get everything layed out and ready the night before, that seems to help with the school prep. As for the the other stuff, UGH!!!!!
Wow-za! You must be burning a bunch of calories!
Sounds like we can all relate! I agree with Sarah, how is all this hard work paying off? It better be with burning calories.
I got this funny email forward the other day. It looked like a maze with all these blinking balls rolling every which direction. The caption stated "The workings of a woman's mind"...(or something to that effect). Then there was another maze with one blinking ball making its way and that one had the caption "The workings of a man's mind". I couldn't agree more. My husband can't multitask, without forgetting something. That would never fly if he were the mom.......I'd fear that somedays he'd forget to fetch his child :)
You must be exhausted! I'm tired just reading about it. I think you should fetch dinner and a movie with JaDee!
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