Today, just like the last three days, was spent indoors. I pulled the blinds up and peered outside - longingly.
The past few days have turned out pretty productive, despite the fact that I have had sick babies to look after.
Yesterday, I managed to steam all the carpet in my house and really deep clean the bathrooms a.k.a. slather the bathroom and myself in bleach while scrubbing till you sweat. Sounds a lot better than it really is... :) Now my house emits the all-too-familiar smell of bleach and disinfectant spray.
In the spirit of staying well, I have decided to cut out the middle man and start using Lysol instead of chewing gum. Maybe I'll become a millionaire like that teacher who invented Airborne, all because I marketed purse-size Lysol/Binaca Spray.
I am now remembering that I did leave my house for a bit yesterday. It was what it was. Grocery shopping. So if that's what leaving the house means, I'd rather stay home.
I seriously HATE grocery shopping. I bumped into another young mother with too many kids at the grocery store. She had "the look" that moms at the grocery store have. That one where every pore in her is oozing, "Let's just get through this." It is a 'whole system pep talk' we give ourselves as we trudge through the candy-laden aisles uttering a dull, monotonous, "No. Nuh-uh. Not a Chance. Nope-see-doodle. NO!"
I saw her and my heart went out to her. Our eyes connected only for moment and I shrugged while I said, "Yeah, between this and starving, I'd rather starve..."
But I wouldn't. Just the sound of that coming out of my mouth sounded so ungrateful. I had money for groceries. For the first time after Christmas since I had gotten married, I had enough money left over for food. And I resented it. It stings. What a spoiled little brat I was!
I bet the next time I go to the grocery store, I'll click my heels down every aisle.
Here's to wishful thinking!
Today, I had this notion that the kids' toys and closets needed to be organized. So I flippantly dumped out EVERY SINGLE TOY they own.
Sidenote: Had I done that before Christmas, I could have saved a lot of money.
It was flagrant. Exorbitant. Copious amounts of toys. Odd shapes. Broken pieces. Hundreds of Happy meal trinkets. (shameful, I know) Oodles of every possible toy imaginable. And to that heap, I was determined to somehow add "Christmas" and then to make sense out of it.
The reason I dumped it all out was so I would be forced to get it done. Today.
Amazing. I found myself dickering with a four year old over why we need to throw a broken Lincoln Log away.
His argument, 'What if we lost one of the (400) other pieces? We would need THAT one...'
Aren't little ones funny?
Anyway, It IS DONE!
All the toys have a home. No article of clothing in their closets is ill-fitting or too badly stained.
Each little shoe has a mate and is residing next to its partner. I just kept looking in their rooms and sighing smugly. Mission accomplished.
I forgot to mention the Amazing roast. For 20 hours the succulent beef simmered in my crock pot. I love the crock pot. Crocks rock. Any small appliance that can turn something I cook into something delectable gets "rock" status. Thank you Crock Pot! My husband's belly is happy tonight!
Also, we took the kids to Cold Stone Creamery tonight (GiftCard from teacher party) and then to the Christmas Light display downtown. We forgot that the kids hadn't gone yet this year.
They were so cute!
They Oooo-ed and Aaahhhhh-ed! They said the light tunnels reminded them of a car wash.
I don't know. Just go with it... hehehe
But we tuned into the radio station that they have with Christmas music playing.
We listened to it for a while real softly. Then J. said, "Would you turn up that Nutcracker Suite Song?"
I turned it up. And it was Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker Suite!!!
Talk about being proud!! I just know he's a prodigy. Even when he was a baby, he could reproduce tri-tones. That's not easy ladies and gents...
Most of you quit readin this ridiculously long post 15 paragraphs ago...
I guess that's what you get when you don't blog every day, huh?
Daddy got out of the hospital today. Things are going much, much better.
Thanks for praying.
4 comments:
Goodness. Our day was really busy as well. I had class tonight and another test. They can't figure out whats wrong with Bubba. He keeps running fever, but he doesn't have the flu or anything. It's been 3 straight days now of high fever. You should come over and clean out my closet. O.K. no you shouldn't. I would be to embarrased for anyone to see my closet of horror. Really. It is that bad. It's my mess zone.
I guess you can tell I haven't talked to you in a couple of days. Have a great evening. lol
I know you've had a rough time of it lately...I'm so sorry! Hope it's getting better. Glad to hear your dad's doing better. Love you, girl!
i love this post. it's totally angela. i devoured every word. waiting patiently for "soon..."
In Houston they had some grocery stores with childcare. I'm not kidding. Of course, you could only afford to buy the sale items in those stores because the prices were jacked up. Of course, they also have grocery delivery services, which I also never tried because of the prices. Wouldn't that rock if we could get groceries at our door for HEB prices?
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