Barely Contained Chaos
My sister talked me into coming up to her house on New Years Eve. She didn’t have to talk very hard. My sister and I are about a year apart in age, and have been best friends since we were little girls. And by best friends, I mean she would tell me what to do, and I would do it. That still happens.
We went to the Living Planet Aquarium in Sandy on Thursday, mostly because a local radio station was doing a satellite and selling hot dogs for 93 cents. (I wanted to go to the aquarium, so I refrained from mentioning that 93 cents is a horrible price for hot dogs, when you can buy a package of 12 for a dollar). A note for all people who are as agoraphobic (and claustrophobic, weird, I know) as I am–when a popular radio station is doing a satellite in a small, dark, fish-filled building, it might be a good idea to stay away.
The trip to the aquarium was–interesting, if not quite as educational as I would have liked. First of all, I must be better with kids than I’d always claimed. They had an exhibit where kids could touch stuff like a python and a Madagascar hissing cockroach (I’m not squeamish around bugs, but I don’t like cockroaches. I just wanted to smash that thing). They had a gray parrot and a blue and gold macaw in the background, so we thought they were going to do a bird show. G and I sat down to wait for the show, and the space I chose was right next to a man with a baby girl, neither of whom I knew. I was being polite and ignoring them, talking to G about the birds and the snake and the other critters they had, but the baby had no such social graces. She started trying to get over to me, hitting me, and making cute little baby “pay attention to me noises”. When I finally turned to look at her, she started begging for me to pick her up, which, being the kind and generous soul that I am, I did. Of course, once I was holding her she realized that she, in fact, didn’t know me, and instantly wanted to go back to her dad.
G was, of course, too shy to touch any of the animals, but didn’t want to leave because he didn’t want to miss the bird show.
Speaking of G, that kid makes me laugh. He’s super-shy, but, at the same time, will do anything for attention. At the aquarium, there is a section called “Journey to South America” which is filled with critters from the Amazon. (Because, you know the fourth largest continent is nothing but a big rain forest.) You can’t have an exhibit talking about the fish of the Amazon river without paying special attention to the electric eel. There is a display near the eel tank where you can feel what it feels like to get zapped by an electric eel. So, guess who likes to just hold his hands on the diodes?
Um, for my readers who don’t know me personally, have I mentioned that G was adopted, and is African American? Yeah, that’s not just some random kids hand. And have I mentioned that he’s 3?
So home from the aquarium, for a fun night of wild partying, by which I mean putting the kids to bed too late, and then staying up and playing the wii and card games with my sister and brother in law. So of course I spent the night rather than going home.
New Years Day got together with some of our cousins. On my dad’s side of the family, there are about 10 girl cousins all around the same age, with my sister and me right smack-dab in the middle of it all. Family reunions rocked! (As long as you have a good place to hide when it all got overwhelming. But that’s another story for another day.) Three of us, plus assorted male hanger-on-ers in the form of husbands and children, met for lunch. I have to say, the Red Robin didn’t do a good job with the food for the amount of money we spent, but it was fun to spend time with the extended family, especially the cousin who, for some reason, married a guy who, in a bid to find out exactly how crazy we all are, is attending school in Chicago to learn how to be a psychologist.
I had spent all morning yesterday entertaining the children so my sister and bro-in-law could get some much-needed rest, so by the time we got back from the restaurant, I was feeling the late night “partying” the night before, then getting up early with G, so I laid down for a nap. By the time I woke up, I didn’t want to go home that night, so, the bro-in-law suggested I spend another night.
So, I just spent the last 883 words basically describing the life of my sister and her family. I honestly don’t know how she does it. I think I could handle the mommy thing, but not necessarily 24/7. I used the words “Barely contained chaos” to describe my sister’s house, and she just nodded.
That being said, my sister and her husband have done a really good job with G. (E’s only 2 months old, so it’s a bit too early to tell with him.) He does a good job of doing what he’s told, for a three-year-old. He very sweet and loving, and has a magnetic personality that makes him a joy to be around. I’m so grateful he’s a part of my family.
I’m also grateful he doesn’t come home with me at the end of the day.
And here I thought they were extinct!
I went shopping at Wal-Mart the other day. Don’t judge me! It’s the closest place to my house to buy food! Actually, no, the closest place to my house were I can buy food is the Krispy Kreme Doughnut shop. And while Krispy Kreme is delicious, you can only eat like 10 of them before you get sick to your stomach (not that I know from personal experience. Um, yeah.) so they’d be kinda hard to live on.
Anyway, while I was shopping, I spotted something I hadn’t seen in perhaps 12 years–the stereotypical Mormon mom.
A quick note. I love the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Not only am I a lifelong member, I actually made a conscious decision regarding my membership. The gospel of Jesus Christ as revealed by Joseph Smith has kept me sane–well, sane-ish, and literally alive. You will never hear me mock the church, its doctrine, or its leaders.
Mormon culture on the other hand, especially Utah Mormon culture, the crazy stuff we Mormons do that either has no relation to the gospel, or is only marginally connected, deserves to be mocked and I do so at every opportunity.
Anyway, back to this woman. I recognized her for who she was right away. She had the biggest bangs I’ve seen in over a decade, and the rest of her hair was pulled back into a tight French braid. In fact, after spotting her hair, I had to look twice to make sure she wasn’t a polygamist. (She wasn’t. Her clothes were boughten, and involved slacks.) She spoke in a sweet, soft voice, and led a flock of children with names like Brigham, Eliza and Nephi. Just looking at her, you knew that she made the best cookies on the block.
I spotted her, unsurprisingly, in the bakeware isle. I immediately made a detour from my planned shopping route to examine her more closely. I pulled my phone out and pretended to text, in hopes that I could get a picture, but Abinadi spotted me eying his mom, and kept giving me the stink eye.
Seeing how it’s New Years Eve, I should probably post a list of resolutions and/or a retrospective of the year and/or decade, but we’re all sick of that, right?
For me, 2009 can be boiled down to: I lost my job, and have spent the last 6 months looking for a new one. I gained a nephew, E. I fell in love with a man that I have no access to, and decided that being feminine isn’t as stupid as I previously though. I changed anti-depressants, and the world suddenly isn’t as bleak a place as all that, except when I can’t sleep.
As for resolutions, I don’t believe in them. Rather, I believe that people make them, and give them an honest effort–for about 6 weeks. I just don’t bother anymore.
I hope everybody has big, fun plans for tonight. Personally, I plan on staying home and peeling a little dog off my face after she hears fireworks, and yelling at the other little dog when he barks at the revelry outside.
Anyway, here’s hoping that 2010 is better than 2009 was, and that the ’10s will be better than the ’00s. It can’t really be worse can it? Can it?