Sunday, June 28, 2009

Saying Goodbye to the Blog

When I started this blog it was intended to be a creative outlet and a place to share my ideas about keeping house, managing money, and loving the families we've been blessed with. It has been a lot of fun and I have "met" some really great people over the past few months, but I have come to the conclusion that mommy blogging just isn't for me.

Many things have led me to this conclusion, starting with the fact that in order for me to write authentically here I have to share quite a bit about my family and our personal life, which is way beyond my comfort zone. I realize I don't have to share those things, but without them I find that I come across as "preachy" and I just don't say the things that I would like to say. I also want more time to focus on writing that will eventually earn some money for my family because, well, we could really use it.

I do love to read other blogs so if I'm a regular visitor to yours, I plan to continue. You will also still be able to find me on Ehow and through my email, I'm not really sure how to wrap a post like this up so...have a great summer and God bless!

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Change is in the Air

I realize that I've been MIA for a week, but you see, I've been busy having a breakdown. The hubby and I have been talking for quite awhile about moving, but now he's gotten serious about it. We've found a house that we are interested in renting. On one hand I'm excited, but I am also a nervous wreck as well. I don't do well with change.

We aren't happy with where we are now for many reasons, but I'm the type of person who would take at least six months to make a decision like this if left to my own devices. My husband is not. So, we're just waiting for the other tenant to return her key, but it seems she's dragging her feet about it. Did I mention that I am an incredibly impatient person?

I'm not sure how often I will be here over the next couple of weeks because even if this move falls through there will be another emotional meltdown to survive. If we do move, I will probably have material for more posts, things like "How to Move in One Day" and "What to Do with Broken China".

All jokes aside, this is very hard for me. I am not comfortable with uncertainty, I like everything laid out before me so that there is no doubt that things will work out perfectly. I don't know why, it's not like my life up to this point hasn't been topsy turvy at times.

So, I will try to be here to update more often this week. I would really appreciate your prayers that things will work out according to God's plan, because right now things are so up in the air that I have no idea what's going to happen. See you soon!

Saturday, June 20, 2009

My Kids are Weird

When I decided that I wanted to become a mommy I had a small idea of what I was getting myself into. My nephew Jonathan was born when I was not quite five years old and the babies just kept rolling in after that, so being around little ones was nothing new to me. Sleepless nights are hard, never eating a meal without getting up at least four times is a challenge and never being in the bathroom without someone standing outside the door anxiously monitoring my progress is downright irritating. All of that stuff was par for the course, I knew it going in. What I wasn't prepared for was just how, well, weird that kids can be. Yes, I have examples to back this up.

My Bug, see him sleeping sweetly up there? He exists almost entirely on chocolate milk, juice and water for weeks at a time. He periodically decides that food is unnecessary due to the fact that the muffler on his ride-on has just fell off or some other unexpected catastrophe that always happens when it's time to eat. Away he'll go to collect the required tools and just as I've started to enjoy my one meal of the day that coincides with Grumpy's nap, he will decide that it looks pretty good if it's on MY plate, so he climbs onto my lap and mutilates my meal. When he does finally start to eat again he makes his mama proud, devouring entire bowls of broccoli, packing away stir fry like there's no tomorrow and refusing candy for a bowl of grapes.

Grumpy on the other hand, always loves to eat. Unless it's first thing in the morning, of course. Should you dare to offer him anything before the mandatory 31 minutes of wakefulness he will shudder, wrinkle his tiny nose, and stare at you as if you've lost your mind. Should you not have his cereal and bottle ready by moment 33 of wakefulness you will be met with howling and screaming unlike anything you've ever heard outside of a torture chamber.

Then there's Bug's sudden moments of enlightenment. He likes to share these during any mundane daily activity and it doesn't matter if we have company over or not. For example, I was changing Grumpy's diaper the other day and Bug was watching. "I think Bubby needs more responsibility.", was his somber observation. Apparently it's time for the Grump to start pulling his weight around here. Then later that night as I sat chomping on my steak and potatoes he looks across the table and says to me, "Mommy, you are wearing me out.". Watching me eat has become too much for him. Then there is my personal favorite when he ran up and alerted me that "Mommy, mommy, I pee peed off the back porch!". The door was locked. I'll give him an A for effort though.

Next there's Grumpy's irrational fears. The vacuum cleaner he's fine with. Four-wheelers (ATV's for you city folk) are of no concern to him. If, however, you dare to put Miss Spider's Sunny Patch Friend's on when he's in the room he'll cry until his nose runs. Certain baby toys are off limits as well, especially those that are brightly colored and play soft music. Oh, and if you happen to be my nephew Jason you may not speak to him or wander into his view unless you want to be met with howls of sheer terror. Now, I realize that embalming people isn't the most pleasant of professions but Jay is a really nice person and besides, I doubt that Grumpy fully understands what he does all day.

I love my babies more than anything, but their weirdness often leaves me confused, concerned, and occasionally rolling on the floor laughing when I really should be rescuing them from evil toys and ruthless funeral directors.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Another Bit of a Hiatus...

Real life is requiring my full attention at the moment, so I am going to be taking another little break. I will return to the blogosphere shortly, so don't give up on me!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

How Much Stuff Do We Need? Part Two: Bed and Bath

If left to my own devices, I would go completely overboard in this area. In fact, until I started getting rid of excess I had five chest drawers and a giant plastic storage bag which were all full of sheets and pillowcases. We have four beds (if you count the crib) and only three of them are in use. It wasn't too hard to figure out that I had gotten a little carried away. Here is what I've come up with:

The Bedrooms

The Grown-up Bed - One flannel set for chilly nights, two cotton sets in case of accidents and so that I'm not locked into having to wash the sheets the day I take them off. Sure, it's a good idea to wash them the same day to keep the laundry caught up, but sometimes life happens and I don't want the stress of having to wash and dry the sheets to make sure we have somewhere to sleep.

Bug's Bed - One flannel set for chilly nights, two cotton sets for a change plus one spare fitted sheet "just in case". You never know when a nighttime accident or illness is going to happen.

Grumpy's Bed - Four sheets. I'm not 100% sure this is enough for the Grump, he's a mess.

I also kept about four pillowcase changes, just to be on the safe side.

I have one comforter for our bed and one lighter bedspread that I put on in the warm weather. Bug has one comforter at the moment, I haven't been able to find anything lightweight that really goes with a little boy's room.

The Bathroom

I haven't gone through my towels yet, but when I do here is the plan:

Eight large bath towels
Four small bath towels
Twenty wash cloths
Six hand towels
Ten cleaning cloths

I have this crazy notion that if we have fewer towels and washcloths I won't have to wash them three or four times a week. It's probably not true, but a girl can hope, can't she? My goal is to have enough that it's not a catastrophe if I don't wash them when I'm supposed to while not having so many that it causes an avalanche of terry cloth when the closet door is opened.

I use cloth shower curtains and I keep one spare, just for a change. I don't do bathroom rugs. Everyone in my house is male except me. I don't think any further explanation is necessary here.

Again, the key is having the right amount of stuff for your family. I need small bath towels for wrapping around my hair after I wash it, but if you have a super short cut and four sons you probably wouldn't require those.

Tomorrow I will discuss my lofty plan for cleaning out the kitchen. I'm looking forward to this job because my cookware isn't in the best shape and I'm hoping to find lots of good excuses to buy some new stuff!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

How Much Stuff Do We Need? Part One: Clothes

One of the trickiest areas for me to declutter has been clothes. I had so very many because people are always giving me things that they can't wear anymore. I'm not complaining, I've received some of my favorite pieces this way, that's not the problem.The problem is that I have such difficulty getting rid of them. I think I have a hidden fear that I won't be able to buy more, so I want to hang on to them "just in case". By the end of last summer my closet was so full that my hangers were tangled too much to move, I was at the point of hanging my clean laundry on other hangers. That's when I knew I had a problem.

I talked to my husband about it and he thought going through our things was a wonderful (way overdue) idea. He had no trouble yanking things from his side of the closet, but it took me most of the day. I was quite pregnant at the time and I was afraid to toss some things because you never know what size you'll need once the baby arrives. I saved all of my bottoms that weren't tiny or too far gone to use and got rid of all of the shirts except those that I wore regularly. We donated eight bags to Goodwill. Yes, I realize that is a bit excessive for two people.

I can't tell you how much better I felt once that job was done. I recently went through my closet again just to clear out the things I'd saved for my post-baby needs and got rid of two more bags of stuff. I can actually hang laundry like a normal person, it's great!

During this painful and frightening process I had to decide exactly what we need in order to be sure that we have enough clothing. Here is what I came up with:

Me: I separate my clothes into "good" clothes (those that I wear when I go out) and "everyday" clothes (those that I wear when I'm just home with the kids). This is a necessity because between Bug's dirty little fingers and Grumpy's spit-up, I would be replacing something constantly if I didn't separate the two. So...

Good Clothes: Four bottoms, four tops, one sweater, one light jacket, one heavy coat
Everyday Clothes: Ten bottoms, ten tops.
I know it seems like overkill, but Grumpy has a great aim and I'd end up in my bathrobe if I cut this number down.

The Husband: Work Clothes: Four bottoms, four short-sleeves, four thermals, four company hoodies, one jacket, one heavy coat

Good Clothes: Three bottoms, five tops, one jacket, one heavy coat

Around the House Clothes: Five shirts, five bottoms

He couldn't care less about what he wears, so I actually have to keep his better things tucked away on my side of the closet. I've never met anyone who could ruin clothes so quickly and care so little. I had to step in to prevent our families from thinking that I ran through all the money and didn't leave him with enough to replace his pocket tees.

Bug: Good Clothes: Four tops, four bottoms, light jacket, heavier coat. I can't do a really heavy coat for him because he can't move when placed in his car seat and he has a freak out fit. We just try to layer him well when it gets really cold out.

Everyday Clothes: Ten tops, seven bottoms

No, Grumpy doesn't usually spit up on Bug, but apparently everything damp attacks him as he walks by and he cannot possibly wear clothing with a pea sized wet spot on it. We have to keep lots of clothes to prevent unnecessary Bug nudity.


Good Clothes: Four rompers or onesies, four bottoms, one jacket, 549 (ok, about 15) blankets

Everyday Clothes: At the moment, about 30 onesies, five t-shirts, five bottoms, six sleepers. It's hot, he's messy and I make no apologies.

I didn't go over things like undies and socks because, I mean come on, nobody wants to know about our underwear. But I will say, I don't do p.j.'s for the boys, it seems like a huge waste of money to me. Bug sleeps in shorts except on the very coldest nights and Grumpy is in a onesie or t-shirt now and will be wearing sleepers when the cold weather comes.

I know that not everyone's list will look this way, but the important thing is to consider how your family lives. If you work outside the home you will need a lot more nice pieces than me. If your husband works in an office five days a week then obviously my list would not apply to you. The goal is to make sure that your family has the items that they need on hand without an excess that costs unnecessary money and space.

I have found one unexpected bonus that came with all of the cleaning out; the freedom to buy new stuff! I always feel bad when I spend money on myself, but now that I have a concrete idea of what I really need I no longer feel guilty when I see that I need to replace something. Ok, I still feel a little guilty, but there has been improvement. I just ordered a pair of capri's that I needed. It was ok to not yank them off the clearance rack at Wal-Mart (not that there's anything wrong with that, but if you are petite you know how difficult it is to find clothes that actually fit there), I took the time and spent a little more overall to get a pair that will fit well and last awhile.

Tomorrow I will take a look at what a bathroom really needs. I think I'll start with toilet paper...

Monday, June 15, 2009

To Sum it Up...

I went to the dentist today sure that when I got home the problem would be solved and I wouldn't have to face another dentist for a long, long time. But no. My tooth was really infected so now I am on antibiotics and he won't touch the tooth until next week. Which means I'll have the joy of anticipation all over again. Don't you hate how they leave you in the waiting room for half an hour of dread and trepidation?

Bug has decided to begin his days between 5:00 and 6:00 now. I don't know why, but I do know that I wish he would get back to normal. It is especially horrible when it happens on the weekend, there's just something messed up about that.

Anyway, that's enough useless rambling for now. I will return tomorrow and do a post of value and significance. Or at least about something other than my infected tooth and early mornings.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

I Keep Putting Things Off...

I don't have it all together right now. Not even a little bit. I am supposed to be passing my blog award along to 15 other blogs, but haven't had the time to get it all together. It will happen, I'm just not sure exactly when.

I have to have a tooth pulled tomorrow. I hate, hate, hate going to the dentist. No, seriously, I hate it. But my jaw has started swelling again and I know it's not healthy, so at my husband's insistence, I am going. Sure, I gave birth twice, but that doesn't mean I can't be afraid of the dentist. Right?

I feel like I'm letting my regular readers down, but it seems that life just keeps happening. I plan to start doing posts that are helpful, or at the very least entertaining, soon. I promise. Until then I will willingly accept all pity and compassion that anyone would like to offer on the untimely and somewhat frightening removal of my tooth. I will let you know how it goes. Until then...have a much better Monday than I will likely have.

Friday, June 12, 2009

PMS...I've Got It

Last night my husband said something that I didn't prefer. After an hour of pretending to listen to me bicker and complain while watching The Sci-Fi Channel around me, he has come to the conclusion that PMS is the root of all of his troubles. I considered poking him in the eye, but decided that would likely be a sin, so I decided against it.

I know that he's right. I hate to admit it, but he's right. I just don't know what to do about it. For about five days every month I am either depressed, anxious, exhausted or really ticked at the husband. Sometimes, like last night, I am a combination of all four. Mostly the fourth one. It seems that he picks this exact time of month to say things that are utterly unnecessary, disagree with me, or try to avoid answering me when I tell him we need to talk about something. Call me crazy, but it seems that he's showing a lack of good judgment.

Virtually all of the physical symptoms, like bloating and cramping, that I used to have are gone or a lot less bothersome than they were before. I consider that a blessing, but I am praying that I will have relief from these new symptoms and learn how to deal with my out of control emotions in a better way. Serious thoughts of poking one's husband in the eye are never good.

Anyway, I am sure to be feeling better by Monday when hopefully I can post some stuff that makes sense again. Also, Mom Mayhem has bestowed upon me the Lovely Blog Award, my very first (hopefully not my last) award. I will be passing the award on this weekend, as soon as I get the time to put another post together. I will see you soon, minus the whining I hope.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

I'm Back!

Grumpy seems to have recovered from his virus now, thank the Lord. This was the first time he's been sick and it was so pitiful, he just fussed and cried and looked at me like, "Mama, why don't you fix this?!". I was so relieved when he woke up with a smile yesterday morning and after a very long nap he seems to be his old self again.

I was planning a series on the things that we really need, but that is not going to happen today. I try to keep my computer time contained to early mornings when the boys are still sleeping, but unfortunately Bug woke up before 6:00 and is currently sitting on my lap making car sounds and showering me with spit. It's probably going to be difficult to form clear thoughts at this point.

An update on the cats...we had to rehome them. We tried another flea treatment, but that didn't work either so the hubby and I decided that it was best for our family to remove them. I hate that we had to do that, I have always loved cats so much. I was actively planning my future as the old lady with all of the cats when I met my husband. I have decided no more indoor pets (except my parakeets and perhaps a hamster for Bug next year) until the boys are grown. Then I plan on getting one really scary, mean female cat that will rule the house with an iron paw.

Anyway, that is an update on us. Bug is now climbing on my back like a spider monkey and singing at the top of his lungs, so I am going to give up for today. I plan to be back here tomorrow if he doesn't kill me first.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

A Bit of a Hiatus

My little one is still sick, so I am taking a break from blogging until he is feeling better. Hopefully that will be tomorrow, but if I don't post for a couple of days don't give up, I will return as soon as the Grump is back to normal. See you soon!

Monday, June 8, 2009

How Much Stuff Do We Need?

***Disclaimer: This post may make no sense at all. The Grump was up half the night with a fever (he has a cold) and I am almost asleep. As soon as the hubster is out the door I am diving back into that bed. Unless, of course, Bug wakes up first.

I posted a few weeks ago about my war on clutter. As with everything in the life of a mama of two little ones, it's a slow process, but I am making progress. This weekend I went through all of our old bills, etc. and tossed them and this week I am hoping to tackle the kitchen. I actually enjoy this part of keeping house, go figure.

All of this planning and tossing got me to thinking, how much stuff do we need? Sure, it could be a very deep question that could fan out in all directions involving religion, psychology and all the rest, but I am thinking literally here. How much stuff do you need in the bathroom? Eight towels? Ten? What about sheets, how many sets do we actually need in order to provide our families with a cozy, clean place to sleep yet still have room to store our other stuff in a neat, orderly fashion?

I have decided to do a little series here examining this topic. It's a way to work this out in my own mind, but you are welcome to come along for the ride. Maybe together we'll all figure out exactly how much stuff we need, toss the rest, and make our homes a little more livable!

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Incredible Randomness

I am really tired and feeling slightly dazed and confused at the moment. Bug and Grumpy have both had mild colds and haven't been sleeping well, so I haven't had a chance to catch up on my lost sleep this weekend. Which is just wonderful since tomorrow is Monday and I have to get up at 5:00. Sigh. Anyway, seeing as how my brain is mush I present to you some incredibly random links...enjoy!

Like a Warm Cup of Coffee - I love this blog, especially her posts on modesty. I just discovered it, which is why it's yet to be added to my blog roll.

Time and Chaos - This is the software we used at the law office where I used to work and I was thrilled, thrilled I tell you, to discover that Version 6 is now available as a free download. You can store phone numbers and addresses along with notes for each entry. You can schedule appointments and daily to-do's, it even has settings to make them automatically repeat at the interval you prefer. Scroll down about halfway to find the download for Version 6.

I Can Has Cheezburger - You may have already discovered this site, but if you haven't you must go there immediately. If my husband left me, my dog died, and my house was foreclosed on this site would still make me laugh.

Squidoo - I have just started my first lens on this site, but I really like what I see so far. I am doing a lens on breastfeeding problems, I feel like if I had had more info all in one spot maybe my breastfeeding experience would have went a little more smoothly. Anyway, it's really fun and easy to do, if you like to write you might want to check it out. You can either choose to keep your revenue or donate it to charity. You are also welcome to sell affiliate products as well.

I am off to try to survive an evening of baths, pet feeding, and corralling two boys to bed without a fight. If I survive, I will post again tomorrow!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Bug is Breaking My Heart

One of the things that made me hesitate last year when we were trying to decide whether or not to have another baby was Bug. I wanted him to have a sibling to grow up with, but I was also afraid that sharing our attention would be too hard on him. I know, kids do it everyday, but I am a worrier.

He is a great big brother and Grumpy's little face lights up every time Bug talks to him. He is one of the sweetest kids you will ever meet and if you are nice to him one time he will love you for life. He is incredibly smart and not one day passes that he doesn't amaze me with something new he's learned or come up with. He is fascinated by how things work and asks a million questions, it's almost as if he just doesn't have time in his day to learn everything that he wants to. This boy is my heart, for the past three years he has been pretty much the sole focus of my world.

When he was two he had horrible temper tantrums, thank God we are past that now. But lately he's been trying to stretch his wings a little and I think that he has a few jealousy issues with Grumpy so he's been especially rambunctious. I am tired a lot from caring for the kids all day and his daddy is tired from working all day, so sometimes we aren't the most patient with him. He has always been hyper and loud and a general handful to deal with. Some days it seems like all we do is scold him for something and by the end of the day I'm pretty much in tears and swamped with guilt, like I'm cheating him somehow because I am not as patient as I should be.

Last night while I was cooking I caught him bop his little brother in the head (Grumpy was behind me in his bouncer and I just happened to turn around at the right second). Needless to say, I corrected him and told him to never, ever hit his baby brother again. He looked right at me and did it again, this time on his arm. He was doing it in a playful way, but he tends to get carried away pretty quickly, so he found himself in a timeout.

Fast forward twenty minutes and we're at the supper table. Bug looks at me and says, "Mommy why is everybody always mad and telling me no?". I wanted to give up on life and spend the next few hours sobbing. He's right, that is all that we say right now, but he is always, always doing something he knows better than to do. I tried to explain that we are trying to teach him the right way to behave and that some things (like bopping his brother) are dangerous. He seemed satisfied with this explanation and resumed his massive consumption of meatloaf and corn. I did not recover quite so quickly.

I am at a loss and drowning in mommy guilt. I'm afraid that he'll think we'll love his brother more than him or that we don't love him the way we used to. I'm afraid we'll grow apart and won't be close when he's a teenager and he'll get into all kinds of trouble that I would have been able to prevent if I had only been more patient during his third year of life. So, I am going to pray for more patience and a better understanding and that God will show me how to parent this child the right way. My Bug is a challenge and a handful and at the moment, breaking his Mama's heart.

I Totally Forgot...

Yesterday was when my guest post on A Mountain Mama was up and I forgot to link to it here. So, a day late, here is a link to my post if you would like to check it out.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

How to Keep Your House Clean Enough to Avoid Humiliation When Company Comes Over

I recently had a horrible experience wherein I did not keep my house clean enough to avoid humiliation when company came over. You can read about it here if you missed that particular post. Most of you probably don't have this problem, but just in case here are a few tips:

1. Pick up after yourself. My mom has been offering this piece of advice for months when I would whine about how messy my house was. I am terrible about this. I leave a trail around the house and it sometimes includes things like dirty diapers (yes, I know) and paper towels full of cheese sandwich crust. By simply picking up after myself these past few days, my house is staying a lot neater.

2. Eat at the table. We always eat supper at the table, but I had been letting Bug have his snacks, breakfast, and lunch at his art desk in the livingroom. The hubby has been fussing about this for awhile, and I finally gave it a whirl. I dreaded the fuss the boy would make about it, but he doesn't seem to mind and it's actually giving us more time together since I sit with him at the table when he eats.

3. Make sure all laundry is put away by day's end. I hate, hate, hate putting away laundry and mine would lounge around getting wrinkly for three days at a time. It's much easier to just put it away because you don't have to deal with clothes that look they've been slept in when you need to run to the grocery.

4. Vacuum/Sweep your main living area everyday. It only takes a minute to do and it makes a world of difference. There's nothing quite as unpleasant as a day old macaroni stuck between your toes.

5. Swish and swipe your bathroom everyday. This is a FlyLady idea, but I had definitely fallen off the wagon. Now I wipe down my bathroom faucet, counter, and give the toilet a swish with some dish detergent that I have sitting in my bathroom. Oh, and don't forget to change your hand towel.

6. Tidy each room in the morning. This works so much better for me than assigning a specific time to make the beds or a specific day to dust certain rooms. I start in the our bedroom and work my way through. If a room needs vacuumed I grab the vacuum cleaner and do it. If there's a toy somewhere it doesn't belong, I grab it and toss it back into the toy box. When I'm finished the house feels pulled together and that's a great feeling.

7. Do not go to bed with dirty dishes in the sink. It's just a bad idea. You will likely get grouchy when you see them in the morning. The spaghetti that will be dried to your plates won't come off without a fight. It's much simpler to wash the dishes/run your dishwasher the night before.

8. Stop looking for easy solutions on the computer. The only solution is to clean up the messes that you and your bunch make. I know because I spent the better part of two years scouring the computer for a way to convince my house to clean itself. I never found anything, it was quite disappointing.

I'm not pretending to be an expert about having a clean house. I'm more like an expert on how to appear to be trying really hard to have a clean house but never quite getting there. Even after trying all of the things I've suggested here, my house doesn't really feel clean. It does feel neater and I wouldn't be ashamed for unexpected company to arrive. Hopefully as the boys get older I can master clean, but for now I'm just satisfied to avoid embarrassment.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

I'm His Favorite Person...

When Bug was a baby I was most definitely not his favorite person. Actually, when he was Grumpy's age I was still working as a legal secretary and he spent his days with my mom. I only got to be with him about three hours everyday, so naturally he preferred his mammaw. I remember being so upset at times because it was obvious that I was not the person he wanted. Not that much has changed really. He loves me and his daddy and his mammaw and his uncle and his cousins... and pretty much everyone. As long as you are good to him he is happy with you. Then along came Grumpy...

He loves his mama. I mean really loves me. He watches me when someone else has him and if it goes longer than he thinks it should without me getting him back he falls apart. His little face just lights up when I walk back into a room, even if daddy is holding him. I love it. It can get a little tricky sometimes, however.

He was feeling especially clingy yesterday. When I was putting away laundry he was sitting in his swing and if he would move his face a certain way the side of the swing blocked his view of me and he would burst into tears. Then I tried to mop. I pulled his bouncer right up to the edge of the kitchen door so he could see me, but I kept doing annoying things like walking over to the mop bucket, which was a full six feet away. The above photo is the face I got everytime I tried to wring out the mop. Needless to say, mopping had to wait, who could resist that little lip? No, I didn't abandon him to go get the camera, it just happened to be lying next to me on the counter.

He did the same thing when I tried to do dishes last night, only this time I actually had to be looking right at him and talking to him or the lip would come out. Seeing me just wasn't good enough. The more tired Grumpy is, the more he loves his mommy. My niece has a little boy who was super attached when he was a baby (we're all looking at you, Noah) and she warns me that it can get really difficult to handle. I don't care, I'm in mama heaven, finally I'm somebody's favorite!

Monday, June 1, 2009

Excitement All Around...My House is Under Control!!!

We were out of the house most of Friday for my hubby's doctor visit and grocery shopping and when we came back I noticed that there were some missed calls from my sister-in-law on our home phone. They rarely visit so I didn't even consider the possibility as I lazed around my messy wreck of a house. Imagine my surprise when they announced they were on their way over. Yikes. It was bad. No, seriously, it was really bad.

Since they live in Tennessee I assumed it would be awhile before they arrived. We started in our bedroom and had just made the bed when they pulled up. "Quick, pick up the dirty laundry in the hallway.", was as far as I got before they were inside. I was mortified.

Let me say, this is not me. My house was messy when I had an infant and was working outside the home 40 hours a week, but not like this. I could have posted pictures, but I am not that brave. We did manage to have a pleasant visit and I'm guessing that seeing my house gave my sister-in-law a little boost in her self-esteem. I have decided that it can never, will never, must never be allowed to get into that kind of a mess again.

I have tried every method known to man to keep my house in order, but it turns out that my problem is a very simple one. I am lazy. I do have my hands full, but that means it's harder to get things done, it doesn't mean that it's ok not to bother. It's simply a matter of getting up and getting it done. Not complicated at all and well worth the effort. I'm just sad that it took a humiliating visit with my in laws to open my eyes to this particular character flaw.


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