Well, to be honest, it's Pre-Spring Pre-Cleaning. I woke up full of energy, or at least a quarter tank, and decided to tackle my daughters room. Yes, she is old enough to clean it herself, but I am delusional enough to think "If I can just get it ORGANIZED she'll totally be able to keep it that way". So, after breakfast (Diet Coke) it's time to tackle the job. This is at 8:00 a.m. Of course before you can put everything BACK nice and neat, you have to take everything OUT. So I opened the closet and started pulling. Then I moved on to the dresser. Open drawers? Check! Empty contents on floor? Check! Remember that you suck at organization? Oops. Check....
Luckily I have my trusty computer and it knows EVERYTHING. Turns out it even has (windows vista premium) built in templates and one of them has something to do with cleaning/organizing your home. SWEET! So I'm gonna print that out and get to it. If only my trusty computer could locate the printer. I THOUGHT YOU KNEW EVERYTHING! I TRUSTED YOU DAMMIT! Buthey, no problem, I'm up to this task as well. I just need to focus. Well, focus I did. While my two year old sprinkled the econo-sized box of rice krispies throughout the house...I focused. While my daughter practiced writing the word "tyrannosaurus" on her closet door...I focused. When horse/dog ripped off a window screen and ate it...I focused. I only took a break to crunch (or, rather, krispy) my way to the kitchen to make the kids lunch.
Well apparently downloading drivers, and uploading settings, and upsetting loads, and driving downups is more difficult and time consuming than I thought.
It is now 7:00 p.m. The ability to print remains but a dream and my daughter is going to have to be airlifted to her bed. Oh, and we're out of cereal.
Monday, January 18, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Got a full plate?
Me too. Woke up this morning to find the baby covered in powder. How he managed to get his hands on it, from the crib, I'll never know. He looked like an extra from Memoirs of a Geisha, or maybe a Gwen Stefani back-up dancer. Clean up was a bitch, but at least it smelled nice.
Every mom knows to give herself a little extra time to accomodate the unexpected, so I managed. In fact, like every morning, I managed to get up, get my daughter up and ready for school (get dressed, wash face, brush teeth, double check homework, sign crap for teacher, add note to lunchbox, last minute spelling word practice, etc), get the baby up, cleaned up and dressed and make everyone breakfast. Not to mention empyting and reloading the dishwasher, picking up trash the dog-horse ripped open and had strewn throughout the house and, well, you get it. In the same amount of time my husband managed to take a shower and get dressed for work. Men have it rough.
Perhaps the highlight of the morning was when I asked my husband to PLEASE roll the trash can out and he (politely even) said yes. This is a big deal. Or perhaps the highlight was when he texted me approximately ten minutes after he left "Forgot to roll out trash. Please do so now." NO WAIT, I think it was when I went to take out the trash, discovered it was pouring rain, tripped over some psycho stray cat that likes to pretend I'm its mommy, let loose a string of expletives before noticing the neighbor watching me in horror (why aren't they USED to it by now?) and realized, while outside in the rain, that I had left my sun roof open. GOOD MORNING MOMMY!
So now I sit, dripping, nose running, in front of my laptop. Venting and Diet Coke -miracle cures! It's 8:57. Dare I ask "What's next?" ARE YOU CRAZY? I never ask questions I don't already know the answer to!
Every mom knows to give herself a little extra time to accomodate the unexpected, so I managed. In fact, like every morning, I managed to get up, get my daughter up and ready for school (get dressed, wash face, brush teeth, double check homework, sign crap for teacher, add note to lunchbox, last minute spelling word practice, etc), get the baby up, cleaned up and dressed and make everyone breakfast. Not to mention empyting and reloading the dishwasher, picking up trash the dog-horse ripped open and had strewn throughout the house and, well, you get it. In the same amount of time my husband managed to take a shower and get dressed for work. Men have it rough.
Perhaps the highlight of the morning was when I asked my husband to PLEASE roll the trash can out and he (politely even) said yes. This is a big deal. Or perhaps the highlight was when he texted me approximately ten minutes after he left "Forgot to roll out trash. Please do so now." NO WAIT, I think it was when I went to take out the trash, discovered it was pouring rain, tripped over some psycho stray cat that likes to pretend I'm its mommy, let loose a string of expletives before noticing the neighbor watching me in horror (why aren't they USED to it by now?) and realized, while outside in the rain, that I had left my sun roof open. GOOD MORNING MOMMY!
So now I sit, dripping, nose running, in front of my laptop. Venting and Diet Coke -miracle cures! It's 8:57. Dare I ask "What's next?" ARE YOU CRAZY? I never ask questions I don't already know the answer to!
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About Me
- madhousewife
- The Midst of Chaos, Down South, United States
- I am a 35 year old wife and mother. I have a 7 year old daughter and a 2 year old son. I have been married for about 60 billion years. I am a stay at home mom and really appreciate the opportunity to be one, just wish I wasn't the only one in my house who had the word "appreciation" in their vocab! I like Diet Coke, my kids, reading, shopping and two people (at last count). I dislike Pepsi, onions, rodents, and people who make me feel inadequate (including but not limited to: maids, my husband, and women under 92 yrs and 2000 lbs.).