M 2, Pants 0

Okay, maybe the score isn't completely accurate.  M has been in school for 19 days.  One day she wore pajama bottoms (even I didn't realize it until she got home.  Her defense is that she took them from her pants pile in the closet, so it was oviously my fault for putting her pajama bottoms in the wrong place.  No big deal, they weren't see through, or covered in bunnies), 17 days (including the pajama day) she has returned with her pants covered in so much dirt and crud that you'd think she'd been playing rugby in the rain. 

 

And on the other two days? you ask.  Holes, big holes, okay half-dollar size holes in her knit pant/leggings.  Holes, as in mulitple holes.

 

Can you guess what my first question is going to be at tonight's open house?

Define

goggleators*

 

As in, "Do we have any goggleators so I can see the bird's nest in that tree better?"

 

*J's word

Why is it . . .

. . . that the child who doesn't so much as flinch when she has blood drawn or gets a shot, screams when I brush her hair?

 

 

Wash, Dry, Fold . . . . Repeat

Why is it that laundry multiplies faster than rabbits? In my house we* don't consider the laundry to be complete, unless we can get it all (usually 4 or 5 loads) folded before enough new laundry has accumulated to make a new load (what I call a college load - everything goes in regardless of color).  If enough new laundry accumulates during the laundry process then the deadline resets and we try to finish before enough new  laundry accumulates.  Generally it takes a day to do all of the laundry and if we can get it done before the kids change into jammies for the night, we win.  If not, we lose, because 5 kids changing into jammies creates enough dirty clothes to make a new load (and it is pretty much a given that whatever they take of is dirty - it's nearly 100 degrees here, if you walk out side for even a moment you get sweaty and gross, ergo your clothes are dirty.)  And if we don't get done in one day and a load sits in the wash over night it will almost surely have to be rewashed (the Husband has a sensitive nose and will complain loudly if there is even a whiff of something not spring fresh).  And then there is the white load - the most hated load in the house.  All those socks to match and almost nothing that can go straight to hangers.  Unless we are in dire need of socks the white load is always the last load we wash because we would rather let it sit in the dryer and pull clean clothes from there as needed until it's time to put a new load in the dryer rather than fold it.

 

So anyway, I've explained all this just to complain that we have been unable to "finish" the laundry for nearly a week.  I keep finding clothes and starting a college load to try and get finished, but now it seems to have multiplied and there is enough to actually require sorting and officially starting the process over. 

 

 

* this is not a royal we, nor does it include the Husband. This we is largely comprised of my mother who lives with me and, truth be told does a significant amount of the cleaning and laundry, as well as covering child-care duties when I'm running one kid or another to appointments and such.

You Know It's Going to be a Long Day When . . .

you are offering the crabby two-year old who has been up since way too early chocolate for breakfast if she will just stop fussing long enough to eat it. 

 

Oh, oh and I remembered what I was going to tell y'all yesterday.

 

J, who started Pre-K this year is so confused.  He can't understand why he has to go to bed when it's morning (translated to mean still light outside) and get up when it's night (still dark).  Poor kid.  Doesn't make much sense to me either.  But it won't be long before it's dark way before it's time for bed and still dark when it's time to get up.

 

And, did you know that "y'all" get's through my spell checker?  Must be a Southerner.

Homework Might Kill Me

M's homework specifically - or really M's reluctance to complete her homework without complaining and whining and dragging it out.

 

C is to the point he realizes it's just easier to do it and be done with it.

 

E might frown and wimper at the thought of it, but she will sit and just do it.

 

M on the other hand will only do her work if I sit over her and prod and threaten her.

 

I should not have to take an extra prozac just to get through homework!

 

 

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh . . .

I was so going to tell y'all something, but now I forgot what it was, and it was really good, or at least it was cute, or maybe it was only funny in that you-had-to-be-there way, but I was really going to tell y'all something and now I can't remember what it was.

 

Promise I'll come back when, okay IF, I remember it.

 

Or come up with something better to tell you.