Time to order a round of therapy!

Today, after pitching a fit because I asked him to pick up the garbage off the floor of his room, DS11 promptly told me that he was going to stay at Granny's house because he hates me and his dad because, get this, we make him "do stuff." I guess he'd rather be left alone. Me too.

Of course, he didn't take into account that I was actually vacuuming said room because he didn't feel well and that he generally has to do it. Yep. I am a major, egg sucking sow of a mom.

Anyway, right on the heels of this episode, I was helping DS10 maneuver the vacuum into his room and DS11 yells, "hey, Daddy's home!" and throws open the front door.

I lunge around the corner saying, "wait! It's way too early for Daddy to be home" only to walk right into the new neighbors.

Let me set the scene for you. I am bra-less in an oversized t-shirt and shorts that I only wear to clean around the house. No shoes. My left leg is still obviously swollen, discolored, and sore--hence the shorts that don't touch my lower leg at all. Note that I omitted the phrase: wearing my wig. Ahem.

What a first impression I made! Not to mention that the entry area of my home is simply a dumping ground because not much cleaning has happened since I hurt my leg.

I think a nice round of therapy for all adults involved is in order! Woo Hoo!!!

They indicated that they would see me again soon. I didn't have the heart to tell them that they wouldn't recognize me when they did! Muhaha! Hair is such an amazing transformative tool.

Later, I tried explaining to the boys to give me a moment to get hair on, etc. (you know, the basics) before doors are flung open to strangers. DS10 didn't quite understand what I was concerned about. So, I tried to explain that Mommy wasn't wearing her hair, clothing that covered up her nasty leg, or a bra. To this my little angel makes a puking sound and says, "Now, I am going to be sick!"

I am richly blessed.