Monday, June 21, 2010

Misery Wants Company

I have this friend who is one of those spectacular home makers that always leaves me feeling like a schmuck. I can drop in on her ANYTIME and always find her home in perfect order. ALWAYS. I don’t get it. Last Thanksgiving while hosting the hubs family, my oven went out mid-dinner making. I called my friend (who is also my neighbor) knowing they were not home to let her know I needed to bum her kitchen. Now when I leave the house, especially after last minute making-a-dish-to-go preparations my kitchen will look like a before shot in a Mr. Clean commercial. Yes I leave it that way, FlyLady can suck it. Anyway, her kitchen was of course immaculate.
So this friend of mine recently had her second child and all I can do is hope that I soon catch her house a mess. How horrible am I? I am the worst friend ever. But it’s true, just once I want to see dishes on the counter, laundry piled in the living room and toys scattered throughout every room of the house. Oh, and yes and I would KILL to see her bed unmade just once. The only time I ever see anything out of order is when I am leaving after a visit with my messy kids. Ugh.

Please tell me I am not alone and that I am not unique because I am sitting here looking at a coffee table peppered with smashed up Goldfish crackers, colored pencils, a baby stroller on its side and a floor littered with toys and socks.

I would pick it all up but I have learned it is effort made in vain. I just wait until my little monsters are in bed. Sometimes I hope for a mid-night break in just so the police statement can show that my house was clean (yes, I would DEMAND they write that in). Otherwise I am not sure there will ever be any proof.

Monday, June 14, 2010

An Unexplained Connectedness

Rock Star seems to have a connectedness to nature that often leaves me in awe. He is highly protective of animals, bugs, trees, flowers and yes even weeds. He is currently reading books and learning things about space that is all new to me and he continues to be a sponge. Every once in a while he speaks of things that show me how united with the natural world he really is. The other night as I was putting him to bed and telling him all the usual bedtime things he ask me to stop talking and just be quite because Nature was singing him a lullaby. As I snuggled with him I heard crickets and trees rustling, but the next morning he shared he also heard the bunnies falling asleep in their grass nests, the baby birds curling under their mama’s feathers and the worms crawling down into the dirt. I believe him.

This morning he woke up and told me a story about how he woke up last night when he knew the storm was coming (we had a monster last night!) and he heard a baby bird that was about to fall out of its nest in the neighbors tree. So, he went over there and tried to catch the baby bird as it fell from the tree but he couldn’t do it because it started raining too hard. He ended the story by saying, “Mom I hate to tell you this because it is very sad but the baby bird died. I am so sorry.” I of course told him that sounded like a bad dream, and not to worry that I am sure the birds were fine. We went about our morning.
About an hour later, we walked into the driveway and our little neighbor friend came over and shared there was a dead baby bird in their driveway that had fallen out of its nest last night. Rock Stars response? “Yeah, I know. Pretty sad huh?” He proceeded to tell his friend the story of his previous night’s adventure.

I can’t wait to see the rest of my sons’ life; it is going to be amazing.

Thursday, June 10, 2010


If you are a member of my family this is a word you know well. I have an uncle who is notorious for accusing family members of “toting” his stuff. What this means is he leaves his stuff lying around, someone (usually…okay always, my aunt) puts it away and then he turns into a shouting banshee demanding to know who toted his stuff. None of us mind being accused of stealing his stuff, we all find it fairly funny. The only one who I think it bugs is his middle child who gets ruffled because she actually is a thief. If you need proof, read about her here and you will no doubt see that she is the type of person who if your cool shirt, nail polish or high heels go missing her room is the one to check. (close your mouth Nik, you know it's true) whole family is certifiable.
Anyway, I digress.
So today I heard myself say to my kids…and I am not kidding you, “If you kids don’t quit toting stuff out of my purse I am going to lose my mind!” Awe man! As soon as the words were out of my mouth I wanted to slap myself.
Then later ,while cleaning the fridge, I found my missing black and silver dangle earring. Yes, you read that right, it was in the fridge. I also had to call my cell phone three times today to locate it while in the house. I am pretty sure I can forget about ever finding my missing black and white flip-flop, my favorite pen or that tube of new lipstick I bought over a year ago and only used twice. This irks me because I am the one who cleans everyone else’s stuff. No one else in this house ever permanently loses stuff and yet they leave it laying everywhere; I put my stuff away and somehow it goes missing.

Darn those toters!
And darn my uncle for turning me into him…just when I thought I was in the clear.
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