Would it be a terrible thing if I wore these on a regular basis? Lately, my kids will not stop talking. Ever. Not for a minute, unless they are playing Wii. It’s almost driven me to have a nervous breakdown, or at least develop a tic. Sometimes I think they do it just because they know it aggravates me. Other times, I know they are specifically seeking attention, but come ON. One person only has so much to give! I seem to be especially sensitive to the girls’ incessant chatter at the moment, which makes sense since they are in my class. There IS such a thing as too much togetherness. I cannot wait until Thanksgiving break so that they can talk to the grandparents and I can sneak off to enjoy some quiet.
So, G’s second grade class is constructing a diorama of the infamous destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. I really want to ask Mrs. M if they are going to take them out to the parking lot and set fire to them. If so, I want to be there to watch. And video it.
Poor thing has been neglected for what? A couple of years? Well, I’m thinking of dusting it off and taking it for a spin again. I’m no Pioneer Woman, but I’ll see if I have anything of importance to share. I AM a little nervous that I drank a few glasses of wine and then announced on Facebook that I “used to have a blog”. What does that mean? Should I keep it under wraps? Do I really have time to filter my thoughts anymore?
Times have changed, quite a bit. No wonder I’m mostly tired…I’m a single mom these days. I am also teaching full time at the kids school and training for a half marathon. I’m sure there are LOTS of questions churning about my new status, but I am not quite ready to go into details. You are going to have to pack up the judgemental streak and save it for later.
I’m still in awe that I remembered this password.
Well, we’ve been a little busy.
School is winding down and we have had lots of functions, field trips, parties and field days to attend. Of course, that also means an endless supply of things we have to bring or buy or make. It will be even crazier next year when all 4 of my kiddos are in school. YIKES.
Since I have been a slacker blogger, I have neglected to record all the cute things my kids have been doing and saying, which was the main purpose for starting this whole journey. Just know that some of it was really funny and really cute. There.
Here are some recent shots of the kids. They have been extremely busy playing in the dirt every day. I don’t know why we spent last year’s tax return on a playset when all they really want to do is dig for roly polies and build lego mazes and race them. Yes, that was the hubby’s idea. They spent about 5 hours on Mother’s Day doing just that, which was great for me until bath time. Ugh. Ok, on to the pictures.
Again, WordPress has gone and meddled with things. I can’t take the changes! I don’t know how to find my flipping blogroll now in order to add new blogs. Sigh. Why did I think I would be able to keep up with this ball and chain? 😀
yes, you CAN use Febreeze on those jeans that never make it to the wash because they are the only pair that fit you and you wear them every day. Really. It works.
Don’t ask me how I know this.
I recently started seeing a nutritionist. Apparently, when all you do is work out and watch what you eat, you aren’t going to lose any weight.
He ran a metabolic test on me and get this…I need to EAT MORE. No kidding. Something about my body being in starvation mode, blah, blah, eat more, blah, blah, enjoy. He has me up to 1900 calories a day and (giggle) has told me to “bring in the reins” on my exercise. Are you serious? Eat more, exercise less? Well, not EXACTLY, but yeah. So, here we go. I will keep you posted on this journey.
If I have any success, I will be passing put his card like hot cakes. Shoot, I may even start my own pyramid scheme, complete with the “all you have to do is hear me out” pitch.
This should be an entire category on my blog. I could ramble on about all things sticky for quite some time.
Remember back in December when I posted about The Elves fabulous gift? Welllll, some foolish, foolish person apparently did not dispose of ALL of the fire engine red Silly Putty. Can I stress to you just how RED this stuff is?
This morning when A woke up, she was wrapped up in a sticky, warm mess of Silly Putty. It was all over her pj’s, her sheets and her quilt. Her WHITE quilt. What a way to start the day. I spent about 45 minutes knee deep in Goo Gone and Resolve stain cleaner. Then I got tired of that and threw the stuff in the wash. Who knows what will happen. I’m sure the suspense is killing you.
On to my second gooey story.
R is fascinated with gum. He steals it out of my purse ALLLL the time. He must be part blood hound because he can sniff it out whether it’s in the high reaches of the pantry or in someone’s pants pocket. Yes, it’s stupid to let a 3 year old have gum. STOOPID. But we do it anyway. Well, he TAKES the gum and we usually don’t take it back.
So, the other night he tells me that his ear hurts. I go to look at him and there is gum INSIDE both of his ears. In the canal my friends. I picked it out as carefully as I could and used some rubbing alcohol to get the remnants smeared all around the edges. I even had use tweezers to pluck out the last pieces. That was a barrel of laughs. Ah, the memories I will have one day.
What is it with the Tired House and sticky substances?