Reposting of 48 Hour Notice

So yesterday while my husband was outside replacing a battery cable on our beautiful '73 Malibu, Questar Gas shows up and hands him a 48 hour notice to pay before they shut off our gas. I am not very good at paying bills on time. We get a notice at least once every two months for some bill or another. My hubby brings the notice into the house as I am yelling at my two oldest "Please pick up your shoes, walk with them in your hands down the hall, into your room and place them on the floor of the closet with the rest of your shoes." I had to use those exact words because 5 minutes earlier when I asked them to put their shoes away they picked them up and chucked them towards the hallway. When my hubby handed me the notice, the girl took advantage of my momentary lapse of attention and dropped the shoes in the hall and ran to the garage to sneak into the backyard. Now to give them credit I didn't notice the shoes were left in the hall until I was walking down it a few minutes later carrying a giant stack of clean laundry. Yes I stepped barefoot on the really hard and pointy heel of a dress shoe. It hurt and I am glad to say I did not dismember any of my children even though the desire was strong. It helps though that the girls heard my cry of anger and pain and promptly hid around the side of the house where I couldn't find them.

Back to the bill. I decided in my infinite, procrastinating wisdom to wait till today to pay the gas bill. Well here it is 12:30 in the afternoon and I just now got out of the shower. I have been up since 7 am trying to clean. I say trying because for every thing I picked up and put away, two new things magically appeared in its place. I think my kids have supernatural powers to drive me insane. As I was cleaning I found a bag of corn chips shoved down the side of the couch, spilling the contents everywhere. It took me 10 minutes with our industrial strength Rainbow vacuum to finally clean all the crumbs out of the couch and floor underneath. Then as I was walking back out of the living room I noticed chips were spilled across the coffee table, the rocking chair and some were on the curtains higher than my girls can reach so they must have been throwing the chips at the ceiling at some point.

Then after making scrambled eggs for the girls for breakfast and nursing the baby, my 5 year old says to me "Mom, this house is messy. I don't like messy. You should clean today."

And as I look back at the kitchen table and see she had smeared her eggs all over the table and dropped some onto the floor, I decided I need a break and took my shower. This should have been a relaxing time, but my children don't think privacy applies to mothers. Every two seconds they burst into the bathroom throwing open the curtain and yelling at the top of their lungs "Mom, sissy did...." or "The baby wants you, can you take her in the shower?" I have learned that no matter what I answer the girls will do whatever they want anyway. I told the girls to stop bickering and clean their room, they fought more and made messes. I told them the baby couldn't get in the shower, but they could give her to their dad or just leave her in the bathroom where I could watch her, but before I could even finish that statement they had stripped the baby down and shoved her in the shower with me. So now I am avoiding cleaning up the girls messes made while I was in the shower and since the bill pay center is open until 7pm tonight I have decided to put off paying the bill for just a little longer.

Lets hope I have gas tomorrow.