Hey, October! How you doin’?

So long, September. And don’t let the door hit you in the you-know-where on the way out!

It’s October. Ahhh. Normally, I don’t think of myself as an October-lover, but this year, I’m welcoming it with open arms. Especially considering how the last few days of September went.

Let’s see. I went to a scrapbook retreat last weekend with my mom-in-law and sisters-in-law. (Fortunately, I my photos and scrapbooking supplies were still in the back of the van from my last scrapbook retreat in July.) It was fun, as always, and I filled in a few gaps for Boy #1’s album. You no longer turn the page from his baptism and see his 6th birthday party! However, when I came home, I had to brace myself for what I knew I’d find. The boys were home alone. (Well, Husband was there, but hello, it’s football season!) At first it wasn’t too bad. Boy #1 had supposedly cleaned the living room, but I still was able to whirl around in three seconds and scoop up 5 cups and pop cans that I knew were there when I left on Friday, so apparently he wasn’t extremely thorough. Boys #2 and #3 had busied themselves with making a “fort” in Boy #2’s room, which consisted of dragging Boy #3’s mattress off his bed and propping it up in Boy #2’s room, in the process knocking things over and dragging other things all over the floor. Excellent.

However, Husband had worked on the laundry and picked up our room, and the messes and “rearrangements” were minor compared to what could’ve happened, or so I thought.

“Uh, something’s wrong with your computer,” Husband told me quickly, like he was ripping a Band-Aid off my arm.

I found my laptop lying, neglected, on the floor of the living room. When I picked it up and cradled it in my arms turned it on, I didn’t see any damage. Well, besides the fact that it was disgusting from what I’m assuming were the boys’ food-covered fingers. Either that or they licked it. Which is entirely possible.

“It’s starting up fine,” I told Husband. But then he said, “Try to type,” and I understood the issue. The only key that would work was the “Return” key. Which isn’t really convenient when you write for a living.

Upon questioning my children, they couldn’t think of anything they’d done to render the typing disabled. They were innocent, they assured me, as innocent as the newly fallen snow.

So Monday evening I turned over my laptop to the Apple Store, where one of the Geniuses informed me that it looked like it had gotten wet. “I am so not suprised,” I said after telling him about my weekend away and my guilty-looking children.

Have I mentioned before that I love Apple? Well, I found another reason to. The technician at the Genius Bar went ahead and covered the repair under my Apple Care program (It probably shouldn’t have been covered, but he said he appreciated my honesty. If I’m nothing else, I’m honest!), and I didn’t realize just how much I would owe him until I picked it up last night. My bill would’ve been $755 if I’d had to pay for it. YIKES! Needless to say, my children will not be coming anywhere near my laptop unless they can show me they have $755 to hand over as a deposit.

Husband teased me about going through withdrawal while my computer was away, but I told him the reason I went to bed at 8:00 was because I didn’t feel well. But he is probably a little bit right. I admit that I found myself caressing the top of my laptop a bit too lovingly last night.

So besides the computer incident, I also got an email this week from Boy #3’s teacher saying that he’d had to stay in for recess because he’d spit out his food at another boy at lunch.

Is that wrong?

What is it with the third kid? Honestly, Boy #1 was perfect in kindergarten. He didn’t break a rule and just sat quietly with his hands folded in his lap. Boy #3’s already gotten in trouble for cutting his shoelace off during math and now spitting his chicken at a kid. This should’ve really been the other way around. Six years ago I had much more energy, and only two kids. I would’ve felt more like dealing with naughty behavior (or at least felt able to). Now I’m creeping closer to 40 with three kids. I’m plum wore out. It would be nice if Boy #3 could have a little mercy on me.

But it’s October, and I’m starting fresh. Today is the first day of the rest of my life! (Or, at least the rest of the month.)

This month will be different. I will gain control of my house. I will gain control of my kids. I will make changes.

And I already started. As of today we have one less pet. This morning, I cleaned Fluffy’s cage, loaded him up cage and all, and took him to the Animal Rescue League. I finally gave up our bird!

This wasn’t easy, obviously, since I’ve been thinking about it since Boy #2 was born 8 years ago. We love Fluffy, but he’s just not happy. He always seems stressed and then screeches this ear-piercing tweet that lasts for hours. And then when we got Teddy, things got worse. Anytime you’d come within a foot of Fluffy, Teddy would sense it and try to attack the poor bird. I’m surprised his little heart hasn’t given out. And no one wanted to take care of him. I can’t imagine why; scraping bird poop out of a food dish is so refreshing! So I was the one to do it, and it wasn’t often enough. I knew if we wanted to sell our house, like we do, we had to simplify.

And that meant giving up the bird.

Our ARL is extremely nice, so I felt good about taking him there. That is, until I walked in and had to wait for this couple who were trying to get their dogs back. Apparently they’d been taken away, and the couple had to pay $130 each in fees before they could reclaim them. The girl was quite possibly pregnant, or maybe just had an unfortunate beer belly, and the guy looked like he’d lost one too many brain cells to a can of Natural Light. Not the brightest bulbs. So imagine my surprise when Mr. Dim Bulb turned to me and asked, “Are you just givin’ that bird away?”

Yeah, my mouth just kind of hung open.

The man continued, “Cuz if you’re just givin’ it away, I’ll take it.”

“Uh…” I stammered, wanting to scream, “Over my dead body, you deadbeat!” Fortunately, the nice woman at the ARL kindly informed him that if he couldn’t afford to reclaim his own pets, he really wasn’t in a position to take home another pet.

I didn’t trust him, though. He kept eyeing Fluffy, and at one point even offered to “help” the ARL: “I can carry his cage back for ya, if ya want,” he told the ARL worker.

Fortunately, again, she was on to his schemes. “No, I’ve got it,” she told him as she  carried Fluffy to safety.

When she came back and I’d signed the paperwork, I asked, in front of the couple, “So, do you screen people before you let them adopt the pets?” And she informed me that yes, they do have qualifications. “Not just anyone can take care of a bird,” she told me.

I don’t think Mr. Dim Bulb agreed. I’m sure he thought he could just take him home and throw a worm in his cage. I feel really bad for the one dog the couple could afford to buy back and secretly hope that they don’t come up with the money for the other one. Maybe it can get adopted to people who aren’t idiots.

Oh, did I mention that the couple started feeling each other up as we were standing there too? But how can I blame them. There is something very sexy about being in an animal shelter, wooed by the frantic barking of dogs. Especially when you’re there to explain that you can’t afford to pay for your own dogs’ fees, who were neglected in the first place. And you look like you haven’t showered in a week. Makes me wanna make out with my honey just thinking about it!

I’m going to initiate a list of places where it’s NOT okay to make out:

  1. animal shelter
  2. dentist’s office
  3. grocery store

These are all based on actual makeout sessions I have witnessed. My list of ones I’ve yet to witness (and hope never to) would obviously be much longer. I’ll work on that in my spare time.

So now I’m going to sweep up the dried bird poop and feathers that are on the floor where our cage used to be, and then I’m going to see how long it takes for the family to notice that Fluffy is gone. Anyone in a betting mood?

So with one animal down (and hopefully one to go, if I can ever get up enough nerve), I am working toward control of my household. Next on the list is cleaning and organizing. Which I should be doing now. Instead of being on the computer…

I need you all to hold me to this. I want to be able to report changes by Halloween!

And now I’m off to scrub poop off a Star Wars ship. (If only I were kidding…)

Photo from micahelaw

3 thoughts on “Hey, October! How you doin’?”

  1. Way to bring in the new month with a bang! Good luck with getting organized. I like to read the “5 minutes for mom” blog on Tuesdays. They have Tackle it Tuesday and ladies share before and after pictures of what they have tackled. I am always amazed that I can spend a whole day cleaning and then in a matter of minutes you would have never known. I try for one room at a time.

  2. I also have taken over our apartment this month. Have cleaned all the rooms got the kids things organized and even rearranged our bedroom. Tom *my boyfriend* has been really suprised when he comes home before he gets on the computer that things are actually clean and you can walk through the living room without tripping over shoes and pillows *thanks to Rylie lol* thought I would just type a little comment on this. I think my thing though is it was 5 years ago October 18th since dad passed away and I am trying to keep busy.
    Love you!!

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