September 3, 2010

Plans are like shaving. They never really happen.


There is something inherently wrong about children waking up early on days specifically made for sleeping in. Like today. There's no school and we purposefully let the kids stay up an hour longer then their usual bedtime.

Because we're nice parents like that.

Okay fine. I was secretly scheming all the important things I'd get done this morning in peace and quiet as they slept in.

Like eat my chocolate, alone. And not have to share.

Unselfishness is one of my best qualities.

But alas, all my grand scheming came to naught.

The first thing that gives them away, is the slamming of the bedroom door. Then I wait for either the pitter-patter of feet on the carpet, or the rustle, rustle of a little pull-up, depending on the child, as they groggily find their way to my bedside.

And I try not to glare, I really do.

But, like a girl excusing herself to use the bathroom, it sets off a chain reaction. Only instead of a line of giggly females, who ankles are secretly shackled together by an invisible force that makes it necessary for them to attend the bathroom in groups, once one of the kids exits their bedroom, within minutes, all four of them are up and running around.

And off they go to play downstairs, so I jump into the shower.

But they have no sense of decency. Soon little heads are poking around the shower curtain complaining of life threatening hunger. Or demanding retribution for a terrible wrong, like having their brother accidentally fall on them.

So, I get out of the shower, hoping against all odds that I managed to get all the conditioner out of my hair, and quickly dress.

In shorts and a long-sleeved shirt.

Hey, I may have lived out here in the west for the last ten years, but I did grow up in Florida.

My husband left all the windows open last night so the house it freezing! But it's suppose to break 70 degrees today.

I'm just covering both my bases.

But now I realize I haven't shaved my legs, all week.

But it's okay right? Because I'm married.

At least I shaved my armpits.

That has to count for something, right?

20 super cool people speak:

Kristina P. said...

You have got one up on me in the armpit department!

Hil said...

shaving your armpits DEFINITELY counts for something. I'm getting to the point in pregnancy where shaving my legs is WAY too much effort... it's the only reason I am grateful cold weather is around the corner.

One Cluttered Brain said...

hee-hee.
Yes, shaving your legs is SO OVERRRATED. But since i moved to bloody Mesquite I have found i shave my legs more...Cause it is HAWT, and I like to wear skirts.
*sigh*

I do shave my pits though.
:)
I love ya anyway though Serene! You are so FUN! Do you get to see Tauna this weekend? She mentioned seeing a blog friend a blend this weekend on her blog?
I was wondering if it was you!

Neisha said...

always pick the armpits over the legs. armpits show hair more...for me anyway

Sue said...

Definitely. The armpits are top priority.

=)

Polly Blevins said...

I totally understand the dress thing. I have lived in GA for 6 years now but I am from Ut. I expect winter here to be so mild that I NEVER wear coats...always just jackets. I then complain about how cold I am and how it is supose to be so warm in the south.

The Martos Fudge said...

Don't worry, I guarantee that comes Sunday morning and they will sleep in to the point that you have to wake them up... I have to admit though... I love to "nuggle" my kids in my bed.

T said...

ahhh... my kids are just now getting home from school - JUST now... guess I'd better go greet them and make cookies instead of commiserating about my hair legs.

Lisa @ Pulsipher Page said...

Love the title of this post. So true!

Patty Ann said...

The one good thing about getting older is that your hair doesn't grow so fast and your husband doesn't notice as much when it does! I always shave the pits, but save the legs for skirts. The title says it all!!!

Garden of Egan said...

Sorry Serene......shaving is a must.
THIS IS IDAHO, NOT EUROPE!

Hairy legs send me over the edge. I will get up in the wee hours of the morning cuz I can't sleep being prickled to death.

I guess I need to come and babysit for you while you shave.
It is THAT. IMPORTANT.

I hope you have a fabulous Labor Day weekend.

Cheeseboy said...

My wife believes in the don't shave your legs because you're married theory. I believe in the don't shave your face unless your wife shaves her legs theory. It then becomes a battle of wills.

Serene is my name, not my life! said...

Oooohhh..... you fight dirty. :D

Saimi said...

I don't have the little ones to interrupt my shower, and I'm a shaver!

Legs, armpits, mustache, ops....Ok just the legs and armpits!

Steph @ Diapers and Divinity said...

Loved this. A glimpse into a very normal, and somehow funnier when it's someone else, life. :)

Lara said...

I have decided that shaving ones legs is totally overrated. :)

I love how wonderfully you can laugh at yourself. It makes my day.

The Kooky Queen--Rachel said...

I shower at 10pm when my rugrats are sleeping! :) I love peace and quiet while I shave my pits!

The Damsel In Dis Dress said...

I have a friend who insists she can't sleep if she doesn't have freshly shaved legs. Her leg hairs scratch on the sheets and keep her up.

Poor her.

Mikki said...

I SO relate to this post.
DO you get the wonderful comments from the munchkins while they're peering at you in the shower too?
Pointing and laughing, "Mommy, I see your butt!".
I think the armpit hair is far more important than the leg hair. IF a guy can't appreciate that, he's not worth his two cents.

Charlotte said...

Staying up late so they'll sleep in never works. It is some unbreakable law of the universe.

I love sitting down at church before I realize my legs are growing a small forest on them.

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