ok, so that plan for a quiet evening? yeah, ok.

i decide, since i haven't been feeling well lately and stress makes it worse, to take a nice bath. i clean a few things off the table on the deck and ask my sweet charming family if they could get the rest while i take a bath.

oh that wacky family of mine. did they do that? no. hubby brought in something (so he says) but didn't make any repeat trips. and the boys. well, while dad was relaxing watching the game they were lighting the fire in the chiminea. and dad said they could!!

so i am trying my best to tune all of this out and relax. i have candles going and bath oils and this should be calming right? but it is a little difficult to relax when my youngest comes in to report that the fire has gotten too high and is shooting out the front. to this hubby says, "ok, don't add more."

don't add more???? oh yeah, that's the right answer. so now i am crazy towel woman shouting out the bathroom window. i am simply reminding them of the rules. these are the simple ones. never changing. don't run with scissors. don't talk to strangers. and geezy creezy don't play with fire.

i get out of the tub. try and regroup and then i look outside. everything is still on the table. obviously our new patio set will be sparkling and clean because we are never eating out there again if i am going to be the only one who brings things in and out. oh no, i will sit happily out there all by myself sipping a cool drink and watching their little hungry faces at their bedroom windows. there will be no food served out there.

and just to piss me off a little more. every time i make a trip in (and there were many!) hubby informs me that i just missed a great play in the game. or says "did you see that?"

no dear, obviously i didn't, i was busy cleaning up while you watch. are you comfy? can i do anything else for you? soda? beer? good swift kick in the ass?

and now? he is asleep on the couch leaving me in charge of the rugrats on my own.

revenge will be mine.....