My first impression was right. Once these things are set up it makes life so much easier...but it is the setting up that bites. 
This has been a weekend and a half! It started with the Friday night invasion of Ms. Divine's two friends. The only good thing about Friday night sleepovers is that they are tired from a day at school so they tend to pass out by midnight.
Then Saturday afternoon Jr. comes loping home (he stayed at a friend's becuz there was a bunch of them getting together for an all night online video game session) dragging his tail and a friend with him. Ms. Divine's friends were just leaving. It was sorta quiet for a couple of hours...they all fell asleep...then we were descended upon by more giggling girls. They got dumped off here by their parents. I get to ferry all their butts to the local church youth Saturday night hangout.
In the meantime, I have been cleaning my house...sweeper, duster, mop. I had JUST cleaned my kitchen top to bottom. Hubby had decided to do wings and fries...which requires the deep fryer. BBQ, Parmesan-Garlic, and Teriyaki wings. Ms. Divine opted to eat a veggie burger with cheese before her friends showed up. I was trying to keep the laundry going. I herded them all to the van and dropped them off with the assurance that her friend M's dad was picking them ALL up and taking them to their respective homes.
I took a break to eat a few wings with the guys. Then, I went off to the other end of the house to continue cleaning. When I went back out into the kitchen I kinda lost it. SOMEONE feels that cooking is the end of it all. I had a FIT becuz I had JUST cleaned the place and washed, dried dishes and put everything away and here it all sat...grease and all. So I had to start ALL OVER again. I went downstairs to fold more laundry when Ms. Divine calls and asks if another friend could spend the night. It seems that said friend lives with her dad and really doesn't want anymore 'dad time' for the night. So, of course, I say 'yes' which means that now I have to go pick her and the friend up. AND I have to make up an extra bed for the friend.
In the meantime...Pete the hamster found the evening very 'disturbing'. I cleaned his cage(I have to do it myself once a month so it gets scrubbed with Lysol cuz Ms. Divine won't do it)...but first I swept the room his cage was in and he doesn't like the noise of the vacuum cleaner. He has a two story cage but likes to sleep in the box on top called the 'petting area'. When the vacuum cleaner is running he sticks his head in the tube that he would normally slip through to get down to the rest of the cage. I wanted to clean his cage, thus put him in his hamster ball. I opened the petting area but everytime I grabbed his butt to pull him out he hissed at me. SO, I just pulled the whole box off the cage...with his head hanging out. Then I grasped him behind his front paws and slid his butt out of the box. He was stiff and unyielding...and I plopped him in his hamster ball. If he thought THAT was not fun...he certainly didn't like the bath that followed! LOL But he DID seem to like getting back into a clean cage with clean bedding and fresh water and food. He immediately began to fill it full of...um...hamster droppings. LOL And since he was clean and all, when my daughter got back with her friend, they took him out of the cage and proceeded to fluff his fur and coo over him.
So...I pick them up...return home and continue with the clean up only my vacuum hose has become clogged...so I have to take that apart and get it unclogged (it apparently is not fond of having to sweep up dirt from the potted palm that Max had so nicely tipped over).
I FINALLY settle down to have something to drink and watch a show...I got to bed around 2 a.m. Max has been TRYING to sleep and just gives the various inhabitants of the house a rolling eyed look every now and then as if to say, "Don't you ppl EVER sleep?!?!" The rest of the ppl's in the house do not settle down and get quiet for at least another half hour...perhaps longer.
This morning, I get up and make sure to let Max out and feed him...Hubby decides to do one of those 'big breakfasts' for everyone. Biscuits, eggs, gravy, sausage, toast, hash browns. I gather them all around the table. And then I, of course, have yet another large mess to clean up. I told Hubby that I appreciate the efforts but from here on in he is responsible for cleaning it all up.
I no sooner get it cleaned up, the kids through the showers (and me sneaking one inbetween), sit down with a cup of coffee, the football game and the newspaper but there is a ringing of the doorbell. It is my sister, her hubby and 3 daughters. It is the middle girl's b-day and I had a present all ready. They had not been to our new abode yet so I gave them the tour. The girls seemed to like playing with Max. They stayed awhile and cleared out.
Our guests from the night before, however, were still here. It was almost 4 p.m. I offered them something to eat but they declined. So, I settled in front of the computer to do some homework. Steven finally leaves and Ms. Divine informs me that I need to give HER friend a ride home...apparently Daddy don't do that sort of thing. So, I take her home.
I am going to put up banners around the house so EVERYONE knows that I am decreeing Thanksgiving Day as a 'no over nighters/no mom taxi' free day.
And Max is pooped.
Observations while taking other ppl's kids home:
*While taking the Ms. Divine's overnight guest home (who lived on the other side of the park) a deer jumped out in front of my van. Luckily I was only traveling about 20 mph and could stop quickly enough.
*While taking her friend home after the movies (who lived on the other side of town) I saw a billboard on the corner of her street and read it outloud...it said, "More bars in more places" and then I announced, "That sounds like a lovely ad for moving to town...we have more bars in more places. Move in and drink up." They laughed until they saw the sign and said, "It's a cell phone ad!" I said, "I know that, but I saw the words first and it just sounds funny."
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