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Ok, so it's been too long since my last post. I can't stand it when I visit a blog, and there's nothing new to read on there. My birthday on Friday was fun. DH gave me some "Burt's Bees" goodies and chocolate-covered cranberries, blueberries, cherries and almonds. My sister sent me flowers, I got a gorgeous pendant from DH's brother and his wife, cards and $ from my parents and in-laws. Awesome!
I was very sad to find out that Tim Russert died on that day. I'm a big American history buff. I love politics and government. He was one of my favorites. I didn't get a chance to see his program very often because I'd be at, or getting ready for, church. It's been touching to see all the tributes to him and how he was thought of, above all, as a great family man. I love people like that. As accomplished as they may be, they know what's really important.
Father's Day was kind of a bummer for DH. I was sick, so instead of him getting all the TLC, he spent the day taking care of me. Maybe we can have a Father's Day "Do-over" this weekend.
My birthday is coming up on Friday. People keep asking me what I want. I'm not too particular about birthday gifts usually. However, when my husband asked me this year what I wanted, there was only one thing on my mind . . . I want the house cleaned. All clean. At the same time. And I want it very clean, baseboards, ceiling fan blades, organized closets. THE WORKS. Most importantly, I do not want to be the one to do it.
So of course, being the wonderful man that he is, he called a service and scheduled them to do an estimate on our home. He later called the house and said, "Oh, by the way, the cleaning people are coming by at 3 pm to do an estimate, that OK?" And so, of course, I said, "Are you crazy? I have to clean the house before the cleaning people come!" I made him call them back and cancel. He, obviously, thought I was crazy.
DH: "You have to clean so the cleaning people can come?"
Me: "Uh, yeah"
"Then what are they going to do?"
"Clean the house"
"But you just cleaned it"
"No"
"OK"
"Just reschedule for later in the week"
"If you say so"
I know, poor guy, he just doesn't get it.
Lately I've noticed that I am growing fond of all things environmentally friendly. I just feel like there are certain things I can do that are very easy, and it makes me feel good to be able to help. I've purchased the $1 reusable shopping bags for both stores I use, I have energy star appliances, I try to turn off lights I'm not using and try to conserve water. My dream is to get a hybrid Tahoe, but I can't afford that right now. I don't actually use compact fluorescent bulbs because I don't want to deal with the kids breaking them. I'm ashamed to say that I don't really care that much about global warming, but I do like the idea of not being wasteful.
Anyway, lately I'm thinking of taking this thing to a completely new level, and this is big. Very big.
I'm thinking of switching to CLOTH DIAPERS!!!!!!!
Of course, I'm definitely going to have to get my washer fixed first. I think I'll still use disposables for when we're away from the house. I just think we could probably save a lot of $$, and it is kind of gross to think about how many of those things our family has contributed. I don't think it'll be that much more work - I'm already doing a ton of laundry anyway. What's another load (no pun intended-yuck!)?
Ok, so if you think this is a post about how I found out that my heart could live outside of my chest, or how a child wandering off can make you feel like you're dying till you find him, or how I became a whole new person by having kids, you're WAY wrong.
No, this is about how I learned that . . .
. . . little boys + Sonic's "Ocean Water" or dark blue Gatorade = Day-Glo green poop and giant amusement.
. . . if your children decide during naptime to become Picassos in their bedroom, and their medium is poo, it's OK to shut the door on it to make your husband deal with it when he gets home (ya know, to protect your sanity), because it turns out that dry poo cleans up more easily (use the vacuum hose to scratch it off).
. . . making dessert may become a criminal offense. Diet guilt? No. Last night my son told someone we were eating "toddler". No, son, it's cobbler. (On another note, why the heck is it "cobbler" anyway?).
What about you? What have you learned from your children?
Well, for the longest time my computer, or the website, or something, was not allowing me on my very own blog - UGH! But now, the stars have all aligned and the Blog gods ("Blods"?) have deigned to allow me back on. Yippee! Ok . . . so . . . what to write?
Hmmm . . . Since I've been gone, my refrigerator, washer, and DVD player have all crapped out. Oh, the joys of useless machines! I am happy to know that we have definitely met the requisite 3 things breaking at once quota, so we should be good for awhile now (knocking loudly on wood, though it's that cheap self-assembly stuff, still, wood-"ish"). Oh yeah, school gets out on Wednesday for the kiddos. I am not, I repeat NOT, prepared for this.
My 6yo son just made a mess in the kitchen with the sugar. I now have sugar-coated feet. Ok, that phrase is kind of making me laugh, but still, see what I mean? Totally NOT prepared.
