Sarah and camera man Jason arrived at our house around 9:45 Friday morning. Considering the news is over at 9am, I thought they made amazing time.
And it was soooooo good to see Sarah again.
She did an interview with me at the dining room table and they shot some video of us shutting the tv's off - I mean, literally pulling the plug. Literally.
When they packed up and left there was just silence.
The boys looked at me like I had all the answers.
"Let's go grocery shopping!" I announced cheerily.
We drove the 20 minutes into Plainwell without a radio. S4 declared this "so weird."
In Meijer I was searching for a lip stick that Sue had told me about. It stays on all day, super cool....couldn't find it.
What I'd give for texting right then.
Heck, what my BOYS would give for texting right then because hanging out in a makeup isle is not their "thing".
We got groceries. S3 thought it tiring and pulled this stunt to rest while we shopped. Normally I would not allow this...I know it looks unsafe...but we had to get a picture and video before I bribed him with a donut.
That's right. I bribe my kids with food. It works.
And it did. He just thought he had to follow his class into the Clipper Room and then he'd get his school work for missing school Friday and Monday. He had no idea he was about to be the kindergarten student of the month.
It is so something I would be facebooking/tweeting/texting/emailing/blogging.
The boys weren't sure they wanted to go home. I mean, what did they have to do? You know, other than homework.
S1 settled into a good book. I started the never ending laundry.
You know, the one that was unplugged now.
Another bit of information I would have been tweeting "Whiskers the bunny lost in our house!"
So when the boys were super tired (they were up very late the night before, knowing they weren't headed to school the next day) and cranky...I was so wishing there was a movie I could turn on for them to veg.
That's when I got the notebook out. Here is what the boys had to say....
S2 "This is going to be kinda sad and kinda fun. We aren't usually watching tv so it's fine, but I'd really like to play Angry Birds."
S1 "It sorta feels like I am being punished."
S3 "It's going pretty good."
S4 "I'd be playing football with my stuffed animals and bunny either way so either way it's fine."
But it wasn't fine.
Soon they had cards all dealt out and cocoa made and it was very apparent that Moma was the person to entertain them for the next who knows how long.
But Moma was tired from a late Praise and Coffee the night before and an early morning getting ready for the day. We opted for a nap...which only worked for an hour.
My mom called me to let me know she was out shopping and had nearly texted me numerous times. I missed her - and all connections I had with friends right then.
When Daddy came home (seven phone calls later, he mighta have become used to text as much as me, even if he didn't admit it), he commented on how quiet it was.
Here the boys are yelling and screaming through the house
and we are commenting on how quiet it is.
But gathered around the table to learn to play Rook for the first time, we learned that S2 doesn't know how to spell S1's name. S1 began to recite "Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Bear" and all the boys found it so funny they nearly fell out of their chairs.
I figured music makes us all get along better. Because Fuzzy Wuzzy isn't really something you want stuck in your head.
We gave up on cards and I settled in to read - READ, the one thing I was so looking forward to this weekend - but husband finds reading as thrilling as watching paint dry so we all just gave up on the night and went to sleep.
I think the knowing that we had no digital-ness for a weekend was the worst part of Friday. It was FRIDAY....and we had the whole weekend to look at. It seemed long.
And as my exhausted head hit the pillow I mumbled to my husband sleepily, "I missed hanging out with just you and cuddling tonight."
"Tomorrow," he promised.
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