Weekend woes

This weekend was a 3 day weekend for me. I took Friday as a vacation day and the 2 oldest women of the house went out to do girly things. It snowed that day..so that was reason enough for the kids to get excited…they played in it in the morning but, by noon it was pretty much gone. Then we played soccer in the street while the babies napped and Mayf sat in the doorway listening for them. It was a good day.

 

Saturday was also a good day…

 

Then, Sunday. Most of Sunday was good. We played a little soccer in the street, went to church, ate a great lunch…then the wrath of “the dad” was activated. It all happened around dinner time. The wife wanted to have a picture made of the family. She came down to ask (very nicely I might add), but for some reason it rung of pushiness…So, as I got the camera equipment ready and got dressed…I noticed that nobody else was ready. It was turning dark quickly out and seeing how it seemed that I was the only one that she talked to, that was frustrating. Then, she turns Z boy loose in the back yard. Of course, he’s going to think it’s play time. Whenever some tries to keep him from getting dirty or help him with something…immediate tears. That’s going to look great in the picture. Not to mention, the back yard is a total mess. Toys strewn everywhere. I have everyone jump on getting them picked up. In the background I hear LB getting on the boys for how much dog poop is in the yard…although at the time, it didn’t compute. My wife comes out and acts aggravated with me since I am not happy with Z boy being in tears. Then says, “we’re ready”…and I say, “really?” there are only 6 kids here… Just then, JD comes running out of the house with a poop catching sack and JM walks around the corner with the pooper scooper. That’s when it finally hits. I notice someone has scraped fresh dog poo on one of the stairs leading INTO the house and everyone still has their shoes on. I ask JD if he went into the house with his shoes on even though he knew he had dog poo on them. “Yes.” Was the reply… I have got to give him credit for having the guts to tell the truth… “ARRRRGGGHHH” says I.

 

Well, needless to say, 1 little boy was in huge trouble for tracking dog poo…they had to clean the entire family room floor and stairs…(He had to go get something out of his room)…1 little girl was in trouble for redirecting the boys when we were trying to get a picture made. It was MAYHEM. Unfortunately, that’s only the half of it and this usually happens to me when I get upset…I can recall a bajillion things that I am frustrated with at that very instant. So, when the eruption happens, it happens about everything. I was able to recall balls that were laying in certain places for weeks that I had wondered, “why is that ball there”… socks that should have been in the dirty clothes jammed in the box that holds the shoes. Etc. etc. etc. etc.

 

So, nobody was off the hook…in about 30 minutes, I had ranted, tears had flowed and the entire house was spotless and everything put away.  30 minutes…yet for weeks had remained undone. I CAN’T be the ONLY one that sees what needs to be done. I am the WORSE one ever in regards to taking care of stuff…yet, like even now I am wondering why the track that the sliding glass door runs is so dirty…yet will remain untouched, forever, until I rant about it…

 

It’s something that I want to stop, but can’t. Ranting, I wonder if there is a 12 step program for getting rid of it. It’s worse than drugs, I bet.