Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Where is the relaxation in dusting out the cobwebs?

So this past week has been my fall break.  I am torn about not having it with the girls.  That is the downside to working in another county while your children go to school in another.  Mostly, I wish the girls and I had our fall break together.  Because while it is my fall break, I don't really feel like I'm getting a true break.  I am still setting my alarm to get up and get ready because I have two girls to get off to school.  I am still cleaning the house.  I am still doing laundry.  I am still chauffeuring the girls to their activities and such.  The definition of break = a temporary reprieve. 

I promise I'm not a weird cat lady but I do really love this kitty!

 Delaney riding the most stubborn horse ever at the barn....Preacher!

 OMG!  I saw this and had to take a picture!  It's a Henry Cavill stuffed Superman!  I so should have bought this if for no other reason but to say...."I slept with Henry Cavill last night."

Hadley makes friends no matter what kind they are!

I made my goal today to be not to do any cleaning.  Like I know I should be mopping the hardwood floors but I made a promise to myself that I would NOT do any cleaning (just for today), and a promise is a promise.  After dropping off the girls this morning, I came to a screeching halt in the foyer.  I glanced over at my nemesis and finally lost my marbles for a second.  What is my nemesis you ask?  It's the shoe box area where the shoes are supposed to go.  Which they do for the most part.  Problem is that I've been "sharing" said box with the girls and apparently, my shoes were sorta taking over.  And Hadley's too.  Evidently, Hadley and I, we just love shoes so much that her shoes and my shoes were fighting over who would get to have all that space.  I decided her shoes and Delaney's shoes should win.  So I packed up my shoes and headed off to the closet.  Do you ever have a project in your home that you know needs tackling but it keeps getting put off and put off.  Well....ahem....that would be my closet.  It was by no means chaotic or anything like that.  It just needed a serious tweek.  A little reorganization if you will.  Which is something I happen to LOVE (see...all caps).  So before I even know what's happening, boxes are flying through the air, I'm sneezing loudly thanks to all the dust bunnies and bags of miscellaneous crap are exiting the closet.  FYI....I found a super cute pair of black boots hidden in the rubble that I had no idea I still had.  Talk about excitement! 

The reorganization did not stop there.  It spilled over to the bathroom and I even managed to get both Doug's and my cabinets completely cleaned out (I mean reorganized).  I also learned some valuable information.  Like, we won't need to purchase another toothbrush for at least 4-5 years.  Doug has enough razors to last for 10 years.  I have 5 unopened bottles of body mist that spell heavenly and enough eye cream to last the next few years even though it will probably be much longer since I'm kinda lazy about using it. 

Moral of my story:  Even though I didn't go totally lazy like I know I should allow myself to do, I got some things done that sorely needed my attention and it gave my mood a boost.  Since it's my day and all, I think I've earned the right to a maple bacon cupcake and some quality time on my Kindle.  Peace out...

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Animal parties, cat antics and more...

This post is for my girls.  One day they'll be sitting in their shrink's office complaining about how I screwed up their lives with my control freak and OCD issues.  I want them to know that I love them SO much that this past week we had not one but TWO freaking birthday parties for their stuffed animals.  Boy frog turned 41.  Justin Zeiber turned 4.   We even ate our chocolate chip cookies on fancy wedding china that never sees the light of day.  So if that's not love, I don't know what is.

We were more of cat people growing up than dog people.  I have always loved having a cat.  Especially when they're young.  They are little fluff balls of energy that zoom around the house and get into EVERYTHING they possibly can.  I forgot about that part.  There is nothing I do that doesn't involve Ginger to some degree.  For instance, making my bed.  This is an event that I can always count on to remove Ginger at least 10-15 times.  She must have booby traps rigged in my room too because she can hear me in the dead of sleep.  She's also got crazy quiet ninja paws because half of the time I don't even hear her coming; she just shows up.  So making my bed every morning goes a little something like this:

1.  Remove pillows from bed and pull back covers.
2.  Remove Ginger from bed.
3.  Smooth out fitted sheet.
4.  Dodge Ginger from attacking my hands and place her on floor.
5.  Smooth flat sheet out and tuck in sides.
6.  Remove Ginger from under flat sheet and place her back on the floor.  Scold her for a few seconds even though she's already tuning you out to jump back on the bed.
7.  Repeat steps 5 & 6 for about three more times.
8.  Pull comforter onto bed and smooth out wrinkles.
9.  Ignore Ginger doing the sideways strut with her fluffed out tail.  She won't really attack but is trying to scare you off.
10.  Place pillows on the bed and for fun, throw a few at Ginger.
11.  Put decorative pillows on bed but be careful.  This is where Ginger becomes a blur as she will run head first into pillows and take off before you even realize what just happened (she will repeat this process a few more times).

Delaney joined Chorus this year which has I was pretty excited about.  I was in Chorus from 4th grade through high school.  I love to sing.  Tuesday afternoon, Delaney came skipping over to the car clutching in her hand a CD containing about 9 Christmas songs for their Christmas concert in December.  Their teacher made copies for them so they could practice at home.  Delaney promptly came home and popped her new CD and kept it on a continuous loop from about 4:00 til bedtime.  When I approached her about turning it off she informed me that she needs to learn her music and she can't do that if she doesn't listen to the CD.  I politely informed her that she cannot expect the entire house to listen to her CD day in and day out until December.  Because so help me God, if I hear Frosty the Snowman one more time, her CD will not see another day.  She sighed and agreed that she would turn the volume down a bit.