Saturday, March 29, 2008

I'm going to a luau. Maybe.

I was invited to a luau. Well, we being my dh and I, were invited. And even somewhere in the invitation it said that we could bring our kids. Now honestly, I felt laughter coming on. They don't really mean that do they? "Sure, come on bring those youngsters on over." I think what they really mean is that we are allowed to bring our very well behaved 7 year olds to this gathering. Because nobody really wants a bunch of bratty screaming, crying, kids that are not from their own gene pool running amuck throughout their lovely homes. Right? I mean, on most days I don't even want my own kids running amuck throughout this house. But they do. And I'm quite certain I can't call to complain to anyone about this. It's just what we endure.

So anyway, back to the luau. I had spoken with the lovely hostess of said party this evening. And well, she did in fact tell me that it was ok to bring my baby monsters to their gathering. She informed me that she too had some monsters kids. (You see, I can call mine monsters any time I please. I'm their monster mother. I bore them. Therefor that gives me the right. ) But this other lady, whom I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting may just be a proud and rather experienced mother of superbly well mannered children. I do not know this yet. I say that she is experienced because she started putting ages to her children and I lost count. She's got me beat. Even when I add my step-children into the mix. Or wait, maybe we are tied. I'm not sure.

Look, don't blame me for not paying attention. Eddie was running through the kitchen (while I was having a stab at actually cooking dinner). Please read: gas burner on high, within reach of crazy children who have little regard for the blue flame. Anyway, he had blue silly putty draped from the top of his head, wrapped around his forehead and hanging down his chest like a necklace. It was also stuck to the front of his brand new shirt. He was so riled up, that he was making his sister wonder what all the excitement was about. So she chased him in an effort to catch him or to see if she too could get a peek at the dragon that was "going to get them." So of course they were running. Wouldn't you run too if a dragon was chasing you??? I would. But it doesn't do much for my conversation. I think I may actually have R.S.V.P.'ed, I may have placed an order for Avon, and agreed to bring my children along in addition to fixing, cooking, bringing a Hawaiian dish. Fabulous.

So. I'm not huge on cooking, though we do need to eat to survive. I cook little these days. Mostly because dh is working late hours, I don't see him for dinner. But I'm understanding. And I'm also going to research some Hawaiian dishes. Ones that don't contain coconut, or too many onions because Lord knows I'm a pretty finicky eater myself. Dh just got home, it's 9:13 pm. I'm going to go to bed now. This momma is tired!

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