Thursday, September 03, 2009

How do you think it's going?

We're in our second week back to school, and the excitement has worn off a bit. The girls arrive home every afternoon tired and cranky and hostile towards each other. Yesterday afternoon was particularly rough, so I decided to order pizza as a treat, which no one ended up eating, but that's a gripe for a different time.

At 5:30, the girls were arguing with each other over the rules of a board game and Campbell was tearing around the house, singing at the top of his lungs. I had just stripped Elizabeth of her sweet potato-covered clothes and diaper and was about to pop her in the kitchen sink for a bath when the pizza guy knocked on the door.

I opened the door with a naked, food-covered baby on my hip, two fighting girls in the background, and an almost-three year-old who was trying to make a break for freedom. The pizza guy sized up the scene and asked, "So, how's it going?"

I didn't know whether to laugh or sock him a good one. I settled on giving a fake smile and saying, "Just spectacularly." He laughed and handed over the pizzas before running for cover.


Unknown said...

ack. i only have one crazy kid in the background, but add to that one large dog who wants to kiss the pizza guy, another trying to grab the pizza and a cat making an escape attempt and thats my house.

My theory is it's good birth control for the teenage pizza delivery guys to see that

Shelly said...

No tip for him!