Mouse?

I'm going to be real with you guys.
This move.
2 kids.
My life.
Is freaking tough right now.

Big S has started working customer service at work (Working on another promotion. SWEET.).  And almost every day by about, eh, an hour into his shift I get a message from him "I've been yelled at 12 times today."
And I'm like "Oh for realz? That must be so tough getting yelled at by grown men who can actually speak words and express their frustration rather than kicking you in the back of the head and throwing themselves at the ground."
Because apparently being a stay at home mom with 2 kids that don't understand completes sentences and working customer service at Carmax is the same thing.  Except instead of answering the phone saying "Hello, Carmax, this is Spencer how may I help you?" ten thousand times a day, I'm saying "Little S, PLEASE, for the love of Yo Gabba Gabba, will you please say something that is remotely understandable?  And stop throwing yourself at the ground like you just received news that the Little Einsteins broke up."
But the answer is no.  No he won't.

Big S was like, "You have no idea.  I get yelled at all day by people who clearly don't understand that I'm not in charge of the pricing and that I'm just the middle man."
And I'm like, "Bro, you have no idea.  I get yelled at all day by children who don't understand anything.  Other than the word "no", which is a trigger for more sobbing."
And I took this opportunity to test Big S's patience.  I was just a little curious about his tolerance level.  So the moment he walked in the door (An hour and a half later than his shift ended, mind you. Overtime blows.) I started my test...
"Mouse.  Mouse.  Mouse.  Mouse.  Mouse.  Mouse.  Mouse.  TA DA!"
"What are you doing?"
Then I promptly spit my chips out on the floor and demand he cleans them up.
"Mom.  Mom.  Mom.  Mom."
ANNNDDDDD que Rae's screaming....NOW.
"Mouse?"
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!"
And que the sobbing (by all 4 of us) now.

It's not exactly every customer complait he's ever gotten (that I know of), but it's pretty accurately my daily life.  I have had days I seriously considered pouring wine into my cup of coffee instead of milk at 8 AM.  And I'd like to think we all have those days .
(No?  Just me?  Well, okay.)
I'd be lying if I claimed to have it all together.
You know why I run when Big S gets home from work?  To lose weight?  To attempt to tone my sad, sad 22 year old body?  Well, yes... But also no.
So I have 20 minutes of peace and quiet.
And so I can fantisize about running out the door saying "SUCKA!" to Big S and imagining the terror on his face after the initial shock of the fact that you're out numbered by the two, tiny, small children has worn off.  Plus, lets be real, having 2 children severely takes a toll on your 22 year old body in a way that you wouldn't imagine.  I feel like a 98 year old man.
Minus the beard.
And the bed wetting.
But the wrinkles, the backaches, the concerns about my life ending at any moment, and amount of cookies consumed is probably on par with a 98 year old man.

And this move isn't really helping with the amount of stuff I already have on my plate.  The guys broke my dresser when they were moving it, so like, 3/4ths of our clothes are sitting in plastic garbage bags in our room.  Like we're homeless.  Except we're not homeless.  We still have our keys to our apartment until next Tuesday, so technically we have 2 houses right now.  Which is great because there's twice as much mess for me to think about everyday.  During nap time, I'm always like, "Huh, I should clean that... Nah.  I'll just write a blog, shower and workout!".  And 2 hours later I'm eating chips on the couch still in my PJs.  I think I'm a tad bit ambitious thinking that things will get cleaned.  I swear Little S sees a clean room and thinks "Man, mom worked hard on this.  I should destroy everything so she has something else to keep her busy."
Thanks, son.

But the great news is, Little S has learned to sing I Knew You Were Trouble whenever he's making a mess.  So at least it's a little bit adorable.

And the even better news is, we finally have a place that feels like home.  I'm not sure if it's BECAUSE of the mess, or what, but we finally have a place to call our own home (at least until our 2 year lease is up!).

M