You know you are old and boring when you take your birthday money and then make the following purchases:
*new underwear
*pajamas
*actual NAME BRAND lotion
*socks
*kitchen towels
And because you are old and boring, you buy these things at WalMart, NOT the mall. And you make a 'night of it'. By this I mean, after dinner is cooked, cleaned up, kids are bathed and in their pjs, you leave your poor hubby to actually GET them into bed while you head to The Store. Also? No one asks you for anything they see, and there is quiet. The kind of quiet where you can sort of string together thoughts and/or eavesdrop on other people.
Because you are old and boring, you totally appreciate every minute. Hmmm. Maybe old and boring just means you have learned to enjoy the little things along the way. Just don't tell the 20 year old version of myself. She scares easy.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Memo Boards
This month I am donating the money from the sale of any and all memo boards/cork boards to the Long and the Davis family. They are 2 of the several families I know that are adopting and they both happen to be adopting from the Congo. This means that when you buy a $12 board, $10 of that goes right to their adoptions. When you buy a $20 board, $17 of that goes to their adoptions. I am only keeping out enough to buy more supplies. These make GREAT Christmas gifts, baby shower gifts, and birthday gifts! We have one that the girls share and they love it- it's a great way to show off their art work and ribbons without poking 900 holes in the wall!
These are made from ceiling tiles. They have been primed and then painted. Each one is different and very much a hand made labor of love. The sides are also painted and I will attach a matching ribbon or hook to the back for you to hang yours up with....your choice. That way you can personalize it just a bit more depending on taste and space.
I cannot ship these bc of size and they are fragile-ish, but I can meet you and get these to you, no problem.
If you want a certain color or style, please ask and I will do what I can.
Lots more to come!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Is there a fourth option?
Here seem to be my three choices for restroom use.
I can wear adult diapers and never actually GO to the bathroom, shut the door and do my thing. And that's not really an option, and I hope isn't an option til I'm about 95. So let's move on.
Option Two: I go, but a kid declares their need for me through a shut door. And by 'need', I mean they tell me their show is over, that they need to potty, that they are done with their juice, that someone did something to them or their things. Once I was told through a shut door that they had ''stopped sucking on their candy and were now chewing it''. It took everything in me not to scream "I DON'T CARE!" I'm petty sure I said it, but I managed not to yell. That time.
Option Three: I go, and have peace. I think I am in the clear and I am possibly at the point where my sitting on the toilet doesn't trigger an alarm in my kids heads announcing to them that they should drop what they are doing and come tell me whatever thought is in their head at that second. However, as soon as I come out of my room, I see why they didn't notice I was gone: they are beating the crap out of each other or are united together in sneakiness.
Today I came out and 2 out of 3 of my little angels were kicking and hitting each other. Over peanut butter. Yes, peanut butter. Luckily, no one was really hurt and it blew over pretty fast.
I'm estimating that I have maybe 4 more years of not being able to peacefully use the toilet. If my friends with older kids have the great news that it's probably LESS than 4 years, they are welcome to comment. If you have older kids and you are laughing at me because you know I'm in for MORE than 4 years, just keep it to yourself. Sometimes mommies tell themselves things to see an end in sight. Remove that hope at your own risk.
Just send chocolate.
I can wear adult diapers and never actually GO to the bathroom, shut the door and do my thing. And that's not really an option, and I hope isn't an option til I'm about 95. So let's move on.
Option Two: I go, but a kid declares their need for me through a shut door. And by 'need', I mean they tell me their show is over, that they need to potty, that they are done with their juice, that someone did something to them or their things. Once I was told through a shut door that they had ''stopped sucking on their candy and were now chewing it''. It took everything in me not to scream "I DON'T CARE!" I'm petty sure I said it, but I managed not to yell. That time.
Option Three: I go, and have peace. I think I am in the clear and I am possibly at the point where my sitting on the toilet doesn't trigger an alarm in my kids heads announcing to them that they should drop what they are doing and come tell me whatever thought is in their head at that second. However, as soon as I come out of my room, I see why they didn't notice I was gone: they are beating the crap out of each other or are united together in sneakiness.
Today I came out and 2 out of 3 of my little angels were kicking and hitting each other. Over peanut butter. Yes, peanut butter. Luckily, no one was really hurt and it blew over pretty fast.
I'm estimating that I have maybe 4 more years of not being able to peacefully use the toilet. If my friends with older kids have the great news that it's probably LESS than 4 years, they are welcome to comment. If you have older kids and you are laughing at me because you know I'm in for MORE than 4 years, just keep it to yourself. Sometimes mommies tell themselves things to see an end in sight. Remove that hope at your own risk.
Just send chocolate.
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