Morning rush hour went a little more smoothly this morning. Everyone was up and ready and out the door on time! First stop, high school for the big kid. He hops out and is walking into the high school with several other kids (who, btw, look like grown ups ;) and the middle rolls down his window and pops his head out the window. In the loudest sing song voice he could muster up at 0' dark thirty in the morning he yells, "BYE BYE BIG KID, I LOOOOVVEEEE YOU!" Every manchild walking into the school stops to see who that was directed towards. The big kid gave an eye roll worthy of any 13 yr old girl, and ducked inside real fast. The middle pops his head back in the car and howling with laughter says, "There's nothing thats not funny about that...nothing." :)) I knew retribution would be swift and complete; I did not realize it would start within seconds of us pulling away. The middle kid's cell phone almost immediately starts buzzing and buzzing and buzzing. It buzzes about 75 times, all one letter texts from the big kid. The dreaded spam has begun. All I can do is chuckle and thank the baby Jesus for brotherly love....and unlimited text messaging. ;)
The wine for today is Middle Sister Rebel Red...yummy! I bet my mom could have written something similar about sisterly love between myself and the middle sister when we were younger. It wouldn't have included cell phones and text messages, that was "back in the day" of cassette tapes, leg warmers and big bangs. Retribution took a little more time and effort than just pushing a few buttons; sometimes it would take hiding under my bed until I turned my light off and grabbing the ankles as I hopped into bed. To this day I still jump into my bed from 3 feet out to avoid that happening. ;) Cheers to all the siblings out there and this unique and wonderful kind of love!
Happy Friday!
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
The House of Cards
School mornings at my house are crazy, as I'm sure they are at every house around the world where children reside. If you have someone else besides yourself to get ready and out the door at a certain time in the morning you are going to have chaos, it's just the way it is. Three different schools this year means three different drop off times at three different locations, timing is crucial. I would liken our morning routine to a house of cards, if one little thing goes outside it's schedule line the whole thing is coming down.
This morning I woke up with a start to a pitch black house and rain falling softly outside. My sleepy brain was in total disarray and it took me a couple of minutes to even figure out where I was. Then with a panic I realized I was in my bed and I didn't hear the stirrings of any little people. The clock said 6:48, we need to leave the house by 7:15. Yikes! I flew out of bed and down the hall to the boys bedrooms fully expecting them to be finishing up showers and getting dressed. What did I find down there? More darkness and total silence. I went from room to room and each door I opened resulted in the same thing, a sleeping boy snuggled way down under the covers. At this point I'm thinking maybe my clock was wrong, I mean it is completely pitch dark outside. Crap, am I having a crazy moment and it's really two in the morning? Because this has actually happened to me before. I started running around the house like a lunatic looking at each clock which I have to get real close to and squint my eyes because I have not put my contacts in yet. I'm quite sure this looked like a scene right out of Modern Family, just missing Gloria's funny accent, and some of her other attributes. ;) After much running and squinting with a few stubbed toes, curse words (cuz that really hurts) and a graceful trip over the dogs' water bowl (that leaves a nice mess), I decide that it is indeed 6:53 and the house of cards that is our morning rush hour is in a pile on the floor. After the last 5 minutes of what can only be described as an awake nightmare, I'm in no mood to play 52 card pick up. I can see only one course of action here....head back to bed. Two hours later we all got up and I heard this...
YOU ARE THE BEST MOM EVVAAAA!! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! For letting us sleep in!!
I told them they could pay me back by coming home from school and doing their homework without argument and not fight with each other. Suddenly, it's like three baby deer in the headlights. Maybe I accidentally switched to French or German? I am definitely not speaking a language any one of the three of them can understand. Finally the Little breaks the stunned silence with, "I'll try to do some of my homework during inside recess, but that's the best I can do." What is he a used car salesman? Alright you three truants, in the car. ;)
The wine of the day is...well it's whatever they are serving at the poolside cocktail party I'm going to tonight with my boyfriend. It's nice to have boyfriend that still takes you to parties even after almost 18 years of marriage. ;)
Happy Thursday!
This morning I woke up with a start to a pitch black house and rain falling softly outside. My sleepy brain was in total disarray and it took me a couple of minutes to even figure out where I was. Then with a panic I realized I was in my bed and I didn't hear the stirrings of any little people. The clock said 6:48, we need to leave the house by 7:15. Yikes! I flew out of bed and down the hall to the boys bedrooms fully expecting them to be finishing up showers and getting dressed. What did I find down there? More darkness and total silence. I went from room to room and each door I opened resulted in the same thing, a sleeping boy snuggled way down under the covers. At this point I'm thinking maybe my clock was wrong, I mean it is completely pitch dark outside. Crap, am I having a crazy moment and it's really two in the morning? Because this has actually happened to me before. I started running around the house like a lunatic looking at each clock which I have to get real close to and squint my eyes because I have not put my contacts in yet. I'm quite sure this looked like a scene right out of Modern Family, just missing Gloria's funny accent, and some of her other attributes. ;) After much running and squinting with a few stubbed toes, curse words (cuz that really hurts) and a graceful trip over the dogs' water bowl (that leaves a nice mess), I decide that it is indeed 6:53 and the house of cards that is our morning rush hour is in a pile on the floor. After the last 5 minutes of what can only be described as an awake nightmare, I'm in no mood to play 52 card pick up. I can see only one course of action here....head back to bed. Two hours later we all got up and I heard this...
YOU ARE THE BEST MOM EVVAAAA!! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! For letting us sleep in!!
I told them they could pay me back by coming home from school and doing their homework without argument and not fight with each other. Suddenly, it's like three baby deer in the headlights. Maybe I accidentally switched to French or German? I am definitely not speaking a language any one of the three of them can understand. Finally the Little breaks the stunned silence with, "I'll try to do some of my homework during inside recess, but that's the best I can do." What is he a used car salesman? Alright you three truants, in the car. ;)
The wine of the day is...well it's whatever they are serving at the poolside cocktail party I'm going to tonight with my boyfriend. It's nice to have boyfriend that still takes you to parties even after almost 18 years of marriage. ;)
Happy Thursday!
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
It's Time To Find the Humor Again
Well, here it is another month gone by without time to find the blog. To be honest, I've had a little trouble even finding my sense of humor the last couple of months, and really, who wants to hear about that? Not even me. ;) Occasionally the craziness of life with three boys sneaks up on me and I completely forget how to stop and smell the roses. I hate it when that happens because it's so not me. So, I am now officially slowing myself down at least for a few minutes everyday to find something funny in this insane world I live in. The blogs may be short but they will include something that touched me that day either because it was funny or sweet or maybe just a yummy new recipe and the children's reaction to it. In the end it will be a nice little grouping of articles that I can hand over to the boys one day. I am quite certain that at some point they will all need some sort of therapy and doggoneit I want those therapists to know my side of the story. ;)
And, let's not forget a wine choice. It is always advisable to locate a good bottle of wine before the whine hour begins. Even at 9, 12 and almost 15 there is still a whine hour. The face of that whine has changed and now has rolling eyes, a deeper voice and occasionally a naughty word in it, but it's still real whiney. I stand by the fact that all whine is made more tolerable by a little wine. ;)
Today's wine is Whoop Whoop cabernet. In celebration of the return of my sense of humor I'm gonna have a glass, dance around my kitchen and "raise the roof"!
Happy Wednesday! :)
And, let's not forget a wine choice. It is always advisable to locate a good bottle of wine before the whine hour begins. Even at 9, 12 and almost 15 there is still a whine hour. The face of that whine has changed and now has rolling eyes, a deeper voice and occasionally a naughty word in it, but it's still real whiney. I stand by the fact that all whine is made more tolerable by a little wine. ;)
Today's wine is Whoop Whoop cabernet. In celebration of the return of my sense of humor I'm gonna have a glass, dance around my kitchen and "raise the roof"!
Happy Wednesday! :)
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Extreme Sports.
The title of today's blog might imply I have some witty stories about my boys making up their own extreme sports in the yard. Something like setting up some bike ramps a good 5 feet apart and attempting to jump the gap with no thought as to what would brace the ramps in place, or even "attaching" (using that term loosely here) a laundry basket to a skate board to make "laundry cart racers". But no, this blog actually pertains to the other side of all of that extremeness.
Sometime in the last couple of months I have received the following card multiple times. I think people are trying to tell me something. ;)
By the way...my boys have actually done exactly what those three crazies in that picture are doing. ;) When I first looked at it, I did a double take to make sure someone hadn't snapped a photo in the front yard. ;)
While the before mentioned extreme sports and the one in the picture have actually taken place here, my tale of extreme boy parenting has a different spin on it today. I've been wrestling with the question lately, how do you parent these extreme boys without freaking out?" I'm not just talking about being worried about physical harm, although that is a constant threat here, but how do you handle all of their issues. How to teach them to become responsible young men who respect their families, friends and all the blessings in their lives. How do you dictate without being a dictator? The older the boys get the more we are moving from extreme boys to extreme parenting. Well, except for the slide that was fashioned out of blankets from the top bunk down yesterday, that is still extreme boy. ;) Of course there is no answer to all these questions, all we can do is feel our way thru and do the best we can. They don't come with an owners manual...which is really too bad. ;)
The wine for the day is a large coke from the local convenience store. Tonight I am taking the big one to freshmen orientation and I don't think it's appropriate for me to show up there with a glass of red wine. ;) Maybe a glass of an old favorite, Cupcake chardonnay, will be in order afterwards. I'm quite sure my brain will be informationed and teenagered out by the time I am home for the evening. ;)
Happy Tuesday!
Sometime in the last couple of months I have received the following card multiple times. I think people are trying to tell me something. ;)
By the way...my boys have actually done exactly what those three crazies in that picture are doing. ;) When I first looked at it, I did a double take to make sure someone hadn't snapped a photo in the front yard. ;)
While the before mentioned extreme sports and the one in the picture have actually taken place here, my tale of extreme boy parenting has a different spin on it today. I've been wrestling with the question lately, how do you parent these extreme boys without freaking out?" I'm not just talking about being worried about physical harm, although that is a constant threat here, but how do you handle all of their issues. How to teach them to become responsible young men who respect their families, friends and all the blessings in their lives. How do you dictate without being a dictator? The older the boys get the more we are moving from extreme boys to extreme parenting. Well, except for the slide that was fashioned out of blankets from the top bunk down yesterday, that is still extreme boy. ;) Of course there is no answer to all these questions, all we can do is feel our way thru and do the best we can. They don't come with an owners manual...which is really too bad. ;)
The wine for the day is a large coke from the local convenience store. Tonight I am taking the big one to freshmen orientation and I don't think it's appropriate for me to show up there with a glass of red wine. ;) Maybe a glass of an old favorite, Cupcake chardonnay, will be in order afterwards. I'm quite sure my brain will be informationed and teenagered out by the time I am home for the evening. ;)
Happy Tuesday!
Monday, August 8, 2011
Not burned out...just burned up!
Well, hello! It's been awhile since I have been on the blogspot...a long while. I have no excuse for this except that it is summer and has been over 100 degrees for 50+ days. To explain just a bit, summer is not my favorite season. I'm a fall girl, I love crisp air and being outside without dripping sweat. I love football and Halloween and Thanksgiving. I love all the boys in my family having birthdays and celebrating an anniversary with my love. I love....oh jeez, I sound like a kleenex commercial right about now. HA! That's so not me. I really do love fall, but this is summer which also has fun to offer. It's just busy and doesn't leave much time for anything extra....like writing on my blog, which I miss terribly. It doesn't help that this particular summer is the hottest one we have had in something like 150 years. Some people say it's hotter than hell; I say we must live somewhere a ways south of there. ;)
In an effort to escape this inferno I loaded up the boys and we headed to the mountains of Colorado! We made the trip in one day...11 hours and 53 minutes to be exact which is a loooong time to be in the car with or without three boys. Well, the middle would like for me to clarify, that time actually did include a stop at the liquor store. After 11 hours and 22 minutes in the car, stopping for tequila was a major priority for me. ;) Some day when they travel with their families, they will look back on this and understand why that was my first stop. ;) The week was a blast and included lots of hiking, biking, a trip to Vail for dinner with friends, a trip to Denver for time with family and Broncos training camp and mom beating all three boys down the mountain on the alpine slides. Never underestimate the power of the mom boys...never. ;) We ended the week with a visit to the local hat store. Here is how that went....you might actually be able to hear me laughing thru these pictures. :))
We ended up coming home with a cute version of the birthday hat (which I will torture them all with over the next two months;) And these two beauties....
Yes, that is in fact, a mullet on the middle. No one, and I mean no one, can pull off the mullet wig like this kid. He wore that around town the entire last day entertaining the masses. :)) The big kid and I enjoyed walking about 10 feet behind the two of them and watching people's reaction to the mullet and the afro. Well I enjoyed it, the teenager was waffling between thinking it was hilarious to being mortified. I had to keep reminding him that we would likely never see any of those people again. That argument worked real well until we stopped at a gas station in the middle of nowhere Kansas on the way home the next day and some girl said, "Hey, aren't you the guy walking around with the kid in the mullet?" HA!
On the way home, I decided to try and set a record. I don't know why I do this to myself...the only thing I can come up with is that I like to think I am in control. ;) We headed out early and I informed the boys that they should only sip water because we would not be stopping. We only stopped twice the entire day. We were on target to make it home in a record time of just under 11 hours when we got about 11 miles from home and the highway closed. Seems there was a massive grass fire up ahead, which is the way things go inside the "ring of fire". It took exactly 3 hours to travel the last 11 miles to home. I did indeed set a record...in the 8 years we have been going to Breckenridge, that was the longest it has ever taken to get home. And, there wasn't even a liquor store stop involved. ;) So I can't control the temperature or the traffic, but I can control the tequila. ;)
The wine of the day is Twisted River Riesling. A nice light white is a good choice when it's 110 degrees outside. I'll sign off today with this to ponder....when John Denver is singing, "It's Colorado rocky mountain high. I've seen it rainin fire in the sky." Is he speaking of how high the mountains are or a different, slightly less legal kind of high? I was all excited to play some John Denver for the boys on the way up the mountain until this question was raised. Awesome...when did they get so smart? ;)
Happy Monday!
In an effort to escape this inferno I loaded up the boys and we headed to the mountains of Colorado! We made the trip in one day...11 hours and 53 minutes to be exact which is a loooong time to be in the car with or without three boys. Well, the middle would like for me to clarify, that time actually did include a stop at the liquor store. After 11 hours and 22 minutes in the car, stopping for tequila was a major priority for me. ;) Some day when they travel with their families, they will look back on this and understand why that was my first stop. ;) The week was a blast and included lots of hiking, biking, a trip to Vail for dinner with friends, a trip to Denver for time with family and Broncos training camp and mom beating all three boys down the mountain on the alpine slides. Never underestimate the power of the mom boys...never. ;) We ended the week with a visit to the local hat store. Here is how that went....you might actually be able to hear me laughing thru these pictures. :))
We ended up coming home with a cute version of the birthday hat (which I will torture them all with over the next two months;) And these two beauties....
On the way home, I decided to try and set a record. I don't know why I do this to myself...the only thing I can come up with is that I like to think I am in control. ;) We headed out early and I informed the boys that they should only sip water because we would not be stopping. We only stopped twice the entire day. We were on target to make it home in a record time of just under 11 hours when we got about 11 miles from home and the highway closed. Seems there was a massive grass fire up ahead, which is the way things go inside the "ring of fire". It took exactly 3 hours to travel the last 11 miles to home. I did indeed set a record...in the 8 years we have been going to Breckenridge, that was the longest it has ever taken to get home. And, there wasn't even a liquor store stop involved. ;) So I can't control the temperature or the traffic, but I can control the tequila. ;)
The wine of the day is Twisted River Riesling. A nice light white is a good choice when it's 110 degrees outside. I'll sign off today with this to ponder....when John Denver is singing, "It's Colorado rocky mountain high. I've seen it rainin fire in the sky." Is he speaking of how high the mountains are or a different, slightly less legal kind of high? I was all excited to play some John Denver for the boys on the way up the mountain until this question was raised. Awesome...when did they get so smart? ;)
Happy Monday!
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
KC & My Sunshine Band!
This past weekend we loaded up the family truckster and headed northeast to Kansas City. A few months ago Bud won tickets to a Royals game in a charity auction, and we were excited to explore a new city and see some baseball!
Friday night when we arrived at the hotel that was included in the auction package, it was pretty clear that we wouldn't want to be walking around late at night. On one side was beautiful downtown Kansas City, and the other? Let's just say it was a little less pretty. ;) Bud and the middle head out to find some snacks and things for our room. Since there were no convenience stores towards downtown, they headed the other way. They drove in and right back out of two different ones before Bud found one he thought was safe enough to walk in, a Fast Trip. They were gonna definitely going to make this a fast trip. ;) When they walked back out here is what the middle noticed while in the Fast Trip for appox 2 minutes....they were selling weird looking pipe things in the window (Umm, that would be a bong), two people shopping in there had large knives on their belt, there was a paper with the headline "Armed Robbery at the Fast Trip" and the store clerk had a 9mm strapped to his belt in plain site. I even want to know how he knew is was a 9mm. That is one observant little kid. When they were safely back in the car he rattled all of that off in true hyper spas middle kid speak, clearly a little nervous about all he just took in. Bud, in an effort to calm him down, sees a respectable looking guy (at this point I think that probably means someone without a weapon) and says, "Look there's a white guy." The middle feeling some relief at this site sees another man walking in and says, "And there's a jalepeno." What? A who? He immediately follows up with, "I mean hispanic, jeez dad....let's just get out of here!" That fun incident was followed up by the 5 of us attempting to share a room with one queen size bed and a fold out couch. The little had to sleep on a chair with it's ottoman wedged between it and the wall. Needless to say it wasn't the best night's sleep any of us have ever had. ;)
Saturday night we headed to the Kansas City Royals stadium, which by the way has a huge crown on top of its jumbo score board. This is my new favorite team. ;) We spent all of pre game walking around this very cool stadium and playing in the kid zone; where they charge you $2 to run the 50 yard dash. Genius. So we spent about $50 on the younger two running, and some drunk guys made about $200 betting on how fast the little one would run it. I should have gotten in on that action; there's a reason we call him dash. ;)
The game was great! Our seats were right behind the Royals dugout so the view was awesome. I mean who doesn't want to watch a bunch of young guys in tight baseball pants warming up right in front of them? I mean, you could really see the field great. ;) The middle thought my comment at the game on the "view" was hilarious, "You are such a girl mom." I take that as a huge compliment! :) p.s. that's not his miller lite. ;)
At one point late in the game the little two had conned dad into taking them back to the running and batting games and the big kid and I got some quality baseball bonding time in. :) He also got a ball thrown to him from Melky Cabrera, our new favorite player. Melky, which is first of all a stellar name, had a smile on his face during the whole game...even when he struck out. He handed the opposing catcher his mask after dusting it off during a play at home, and just generally had a happy face. I like people with a happy face. :))
The wine of the day is L.A. Cetto petite syrah. On the way home we stopped at a little hole in the wall Mexican food restaurant for lunch. It is my experience that these little eateries have the best Mexican food this side of the border, and this one did not disappoint. Looking over the menu, the little one says, "Hola, Coma Esta? See, now they'll think I'm Chinese." What? It appears we need to get our kids out of the stepford bubble a little more often. ;)
Happy Wednesday!
Friday night when we arrived at the hotel that was included in the auction package, it was pretty clear that we wouldn't want to be walking around late at night. On one side was beautiful downtown Kansas City, and the other? Let's just say it was a little less pretty. ;) Bud and the middle head out to find some snacks and things for our room. Since there were no convenience stores towards downtown, they headed the other way. They drove in and right back out of two different ones before Bud found one he thought was safe enough to walk in, a Fast Trip. They were gonna definitely going to make this a fast trip. ;) When they walked back out here is what the middle noticed while in the Fast Trip for appox 2 minutes....they were selling weird looking pipe things in the window (Umm, that would be a bong), two people shopping in there had large knives on their belt, there was a paper with the headline "Armed Robbery at the Fast Trip" and the store clerk had a 9mm strapped to his belt in plain site. I even want to know how he knew is was a 9mm. That is one observant little kid. When they were safely back in the car he rattled all of that off in true hyper spas middle kid speak, clearly a little nervous about all he just took in. Bud, in an effort to calm him down, sees a respectable looking guy (at this point I think that probably means someone without a weapon) and says, "Look there's a white guy." The middle feeling some relief at this site sees another man walking in and says, "And there's a jalepeno." What? A who? He immediately follows up with, "I mean hispanic, jeez dad....let's just get out of here!" That fun incident was followed up by the 5 of us attempting to share a room with one queen size bed and a fold out couch. The little had to sleep on a chair with it's ottoman wedged between it and the wall. Needless to say it wasn't the best night's sleep any of us have ever had. ;)
Saturday night we headed to the Kansas City Royals stadium, which by the way has a huge crown on top of its jumbo score board. This is my new favorite team. ;) We spent all of pre game walking around this very cool stadium and playing in the kid zone; where they charge you $2 to run the 50 yard dash. Genius. So we spent about $50 on the younger two running, and some drunk guys made about $200 betting on how fast the little one would run it. I should have gotten in on that action; there's a reason we call him dash. ;)
The game was great! Our seats were right behind the Royals dugout so the view was awesome. I mean who doesn't want to watch a bunch of young guys in tight baseball pants warming up right in front of them? I mean, you could really see the field great. ;) The middle thought my comment at the game on the "view" was hilarious, "You are such a girl mom." I take that as a huge compliment! :) p.s. that's not his miller lite. ;)
At one point late in the game the little two had conned dad into taking them back to the running and batting games and the big kid and I got some quality baseball bonding time in. :) He also got a ball thrown to him from Melky Cabrera, our new favorite player. Melky, which is first of all a stellar name, had a smile on his face during the whole game...even when he struck out. He handed the opposing catcher his mask after dusting it off during a play at home, and just generally had a happy face. I like people with a happy face. :))
The wine of the day is L.A. Cetto petite syrah. On the way home we stopped at a little hole in the wall Mexican food restaurant for lunch. It is my experience that these little eateries have the best Mexican food this side of the border, and this one did not disappoint. Looking over the menu, the little one says, "Hola, Coma Esta? See, now they'll think I'm Chinese." What? It appears we need to get our kids out of the stepford bubble a little more often. ;)
Happy Wednesday!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
If you see the crap fairy, please tell her I'd like a word.
I've been off the blog now for quite a some time. I write long detailed hilarious blogs in my head on a daily basis and then sit at my computer for approximately one minute before someone "needs" me. I've never been this popular in my life! Too bad I didn't hold this same attraction in high school...that would have been fun! Apparently I'm a late bloomer. ;) Over the past weeks since I have actually gotten something out of my head onto this blog, I have played about a hundred games of dominoes, gin rummy (gin is an important part of that game if you are over 21), nursed kids thru extreme dehydration, blown my referee whistle at least 1000 times (that is NOT an exaggeration) and reminded my kids how to do their own laundry. If it wasn't for that last thing, I might have gone full crazy by now! ;) I'm not sure who thinks a 12 week break from school is a good idea, but I'd like to locate them so we can have a word.
Someone else I am seeking out to "have a word" with is the crap fairy. There are many types of fairies that I adore. The tooth fairy, for instance, she stops by the house picks up something gross and leaves cash! That's my kind of fairy. The crap fairy, on the other hand, stops by the house when I am not looking and drops off "stuff"....she leaves with nothing. After my recent bout of total house clean out I can only guess that she comes daily. After 3 large trips to the Good Will store and 2 dumpsters full of trash bags, this house is a crap free zone. I have laid out a plan to put the family on a 24 hour watch schedule to ensure the little bugger doesn't stop by to make any more deposits. When I was finished explaining this stroke of genius to my children the little one says, "Ok, right on mom. You can have the first watch." Everyone thought this was hilarious until they noticed the crazy cleaning out gleam in my eye....this is serious. The reason being, we have decided to sell our house. It is rather large with an even larger, high maintenance yard (insert grimace here). This seemed like a great idea (afterall, it is lovely) when we were home a lot and the big kid was happy to hop on the riding mower and take care of it for a nominal fee. Now, we are constantly on the go to tennis matches, drills and lessons plus baseball practices and games. Yard work has become our greatest nemesis. I know, I thought my greatest nemesis was the crap fairy too, but apparently I underestimated the power of 105 degrees and a weed eater. ;) So we have cleaned from top to bottom and side to side and our house is now for sale! We are looking for something on little more than the size of a postage stamp that is still in our school district, and has enough bedrooms to keep the 5 of us at some distance from each other. Well, at least keep the 3 at some distance from the 2. ;) When all of this will take place, only God knows. This is why they call it faith. :) When a friend asked my husband if he was dreading the actual moving part he said, "Not really, by the time we move we won't have anything left to move." Awesome! Take that crap fairy!
The wine of the day is House Wine white. I'm pretty sure I'm going to need some wine in the house in order to keep my sense of humor for the next few months. ;) I'm also betting on some funny stories on trying to prepare a house to show with three boys and two dogs. My only hope is that I can find some time in between vacuuming's to write them down. :)
Happy Wednesday!
Someone else I am seeking out to "have a word" with is the crap fairy. There are many types of fairies that I adore. The tooth fairy, for instance, she stops by the house picks up something gross and leaves cash! That's my kind of fairy. The crap fairy, on the other hand, stops by the house when I am not looking and drops off "stuff"....she leaves with nothing. After my recent bout of total house clean out I can only guess that she comes daily. After 3 large trips to the Good Will store and 2 dumpsters full of trash bags, this house is a crap free zone. I have laid out a plan to put the family on a 24 hour watch schedule to ensure the little bugger doesn't stop by to make any more deposits. When I was finished explaining this stroke of genius to my children the little one says, "Ok, right on mom. You can have the first watch." Everyone thought this was hilarious until they noticed the crazy cleaning out gleam in my eye....this is serious. The reason being, we have decided to sell our house. It is rather large with an even larger, high maintenance yard (insert grimace here). This seemed like a great idea (afterall, it is lovely) when we were home a lot and the big kid was happy to hop on the riding mower and take care of it for a nominal fee. Now, we are constantly on the go to tennis matches, drills and lessons plus baseball practices and games. Yard work has become our greatest nemesis. I know, I thought my greatest nemesis was the crap fairy too, but apparently I underestimated the power of 105 degrees and a weed eater. ;) So we have cleaned from top to bottom and side to side and our house is now for sale! We are looking for something on little more than the size of a postage stamp that is still in our school district, and has enough bedrooms to keep the 5 of us at some distance from each other. Well, at least keep the 3 at some distance from the 2. ;) When all of this will take place, only God knows. This is why they call it faith. :) When a friend asked my husband if he was dreading the actual moving part he said, "Not really, by the time we move we won't have anything left to move." Awesome! Take that crap fairy!
The wine of the day is House Wine white. I'm pretty sure I'm going to need some wine in the house in order to keep my sense of humor for the next few months. ;) I'm also betting on some funny stories on trying to prepare a house to show with three boys and two dogs. My only hope is that I can find some time in between vacuuming's to write them down. :)
Happy Wednesday!
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