So, this weekend, we did not lift a piece of clothing in my daughter's room. Nor did we do the one thing I wanted to get done- spring pictures. Why??? What could happen to derail my whole grand scheme? Boys. That's what happened. Our boys were riding bikes home from baseball practice and my son was walking his across the street. He hit the curb with the front tire and it rebounded into his face. He busted his lip and we had to go to the ER and get stitches. So we leave my daughter at the neighbors and off we go. We went to a Children's ER and it was an excellent choice. We only had to wait a little while, though, I had the ONLY kid bleeding from his face in there, so I thought it could have been a little quicker. Everyone was nice. They took great care of my baby.
All the while, we had dropped my daughter off with our neighbors. They are the kindest, most generous, sweetest people. I shove her in the door unfed and a little shaken knowing they will take great care of her. And they did. And then the Texas Rangers, no not the baseball team, the Chuck Norris kung fu hero rifle shooting law enforcement agency knocks on their door. Some one up to no good is using their address. They sort out everything they can and are finishing up when we go to get Lindsay. Sheesh. 11:30 we finally go to sleep.
Saturday morning, approximately 12 hours after getting the stitches, the boy started coughing. Did I mention he started the week with pneumonia and an ear infection? Well, this coughing caused him to bust out a stitch. We were down to 1 stitch. Luckily the more important one stayed intact. When she put them in, the doctor said there was nothing we could do about it if he busted one, so we dried the tears and moved on. We went to see friends play baseball. We went to Sonic. We sat in the yard and visited with friends and did nothing productive the rest of the day.
Sunday was church and nap and lunch with grandparents and hauling some furniture. It was good too, but still I couldn't regain the fortitude it takes to go into that room.
So now on Monday, I am re-arranging furniture. Picking up, recovering, tidying, stapling books for Kindergarten, getting my hip worked on, Costco, grocery and back to the old routine!
Monday, April 15, 2013
Friday, April 12, 2013
Hoarders.....
Sooooooo, I have promised my daughter I will get in the trenches with her and help her clean her room. WHY??? You ask..... It has gotten to the stage of bad it is bothering me. And I can happily sleep at night with laundry unfolded and dishes undone. It is so bad I fear her ability to flee if we had a fire. I fear more a pile falling on her in the night. I fear most a raccoon family is coexisting with her, happily hiding in her piles of clothes by day and roaming free at night. I exaggerate! I do fear I am raising a p-i-g pen though!
Her room is filled with her treasure, by which I mean total crap we don't know what to do with, but simply cannot let go and 10,003 loose bobby pins. The act of inserting a hanger into a piece of clothing and then placing it on the bar is almost completely foreign to her. This was not the case when she was 3. What happened? It doesn't matter now. We HAVE to go in. Luckily it is not disgusting filthy, just a big huge overwhelming clutter mess! Maybe if we work in 30 minute increments and allow frequent breaks for wine (me) and whine (her) no one will have a full on meltdown. Maybe......
And maybe when the crew from Hoarders shows up I can casually say, "Oh, I am so sorry. You must have received some bad information. We are a tidy bunch here!"
Her room is filled with her treasure, by which I mean total crap we don't know what to do with, but simply cannot let go and 10,003 loose bobby pins. The act of inserting a hanger into a piece of clothing and then placing it on the bar is almost completely foreign to her. This was not the case when she was 3. What happened? It doesn't matter now. We HAVE to go in. Luckily it is not disgusting filthy, just a big huge overwhelming clutter mess! Maybe if we work in 30 minute increments and allow frequent breaks for wine (me) and whine (her) no one will have a full on meltdown. Maybe......
And maybe when the crew from Hoarders shows up I can casually say, "Oh, I am so sorry. You must have received some bad information. We are a tidy bunch here!"
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Crafty Projects
Here's the SHORT list of items I want to complete over the next few months.....
1) Organize and arrange the toy room into my creative paradise. (On going)
2) Carter's Quilt (ASAP)
3) George Teacher Quilt (June 3!)
4) Lindsay Teacher Quilt (June 3!!)
5) Dyslexia Therapist Teacher Quilt (June 3!!!)
6) King Size Quilt for my bed (ASAP)
7) Nutcracker Quilt for Lindsay and Auction (Aug 1)
8) New Tutu for the Snow Queen (No, I am not making it for myself. Sept. 30)
9) Baseball Quilt for George (October 18)
10) Navy Block of the Month Quilt (Dec 20)
11) Christmas Quilt (Nov 1)
12) American Girl Doll Nutcracker Costume Set for DRB (Yes, I am serious)
13) Re-finish my kitchen cabinets (I live in a fantasy land)
14) Paint my bedroom (good luck)
If we don't do anything else, I think I can pull it off.
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