Actual prayer said by my daughter when she was sick: "Dear God, thank you for this wonderful day of tv and movies. Amen." I guess her stuffy nose and temperature were worth it.
A pilot colleague of my husband stopped by to speak to him and as he was inquiring to my daughter about her name and age, she pipes in, "Check yourself before you wreck yourself." I wonder where she picked up that phrase...
After crazy bum waggling dance that could cause nothing else but laughter, once the laughter stops, the dancing stops and my daughter turns to me with pointed finger yelling, "You! Laugh!"
Riding in the car in silence. I hear someone pass gas very noisily then, "Momma! I fart!" Always present tense.
Words that my son now says:
"Ay ay" translation: all done
Stinky
Cheese
Please
Bird
Mommeeeeee
Daddeeeeeee
I am sure that he will star in his own episode of "The Things Kids Say" soon enough...
That's all for now.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Boat and the Thimble
Ever get the feeling that you are making absolutely no dent whatsoever in your ever growing "To Do" list? I always get that feeling. Because it forever seems to be the case. Just when I think, "Ok. I am doing good. I am confident that I can handle everything that the world is throwing at me today. And hey, even if I can't, no big deal," everything starts to crumble at the seams and Life itself points it's harrowing finger at me, laughing and mocking. We are all given twenty-four stinking hours, so why do I seem to be the only one with nothing crossed off on my list...ever?!
I am embarrassed to say, that things are piling up. Literally. My husband pointed to the corner where we had two square laundry baskets AND one very large rectangular laundry basket filled far beyond the brim to the point of overflowing, where you couldn't even make out the white of the plastic on the basket, and notified me that they had been, in fact, sitting in the corner for eleven days. I guess he was counting. The fact that the clothes were clean made no difference because I was simply sifting through them frantically every morning for clean clothes and simply creating a FOURTH dirty laundry pile sans basket in the laundry room.
I have since, with my husband's gracious help, folded and put away the three piles of laundry, but even so, I have a sinking feeling, the dirty will once rise again. And even if I do get those clothes cleaned, even the clean will rise again. And this is why, I believe, that I have come to sigh so much these days.
Yes, I have noticed it. I sigh. A lot. I think it's because, not that it is ever appropriate to throw a tantrum or to yell, scream, and/or curse, it is ever so very much not appropriate to do any of those sorts of things all the while attempting to teach two little ones to NOT act that way, so I have come to sigh. And cue the sigh,*Sigh*
And the holidays are upon us. The list is growing. The boat is sinking and all I hold in my wet, shaking hands is a lone, teeny, tiny thimble and I hear frantic screaming in my head, "Bail!!! For the love of God, Woman, bail!!" So, I shall hang on and bail as much water as I can out of the boat. Every little bit counts, right?
Of course, I exaggerate. But I am sure we all know the feeling. There is simply so much that needs to be done and add that to all those things that make life simply that much more enjoyable, all the wonderful fun things that I want to do and some days, there really is nothing that can be done, but hang on and make it through the crazy ride.
So, instead of starting on dinner or working on the things that I have planned for the evening, I choose to ignore them and blog. Perhaps I have found the root of the problem...
That's all for now.
I am embarrassed to say, that things are piling up. Literally. My husband pointed to the corner where we had two square laundry baskets AND one very large rectangular laundry basket filled far beyond the brim to the point of overflowing, where you couldn't even make out the white of the plastic on the basket, and notified me that they had been, in fact, sitting in the corner for eleven days. I guess he was counting. The fact that the clothes were clean made no difference because I was simply sifting through them frantically every morning for clean clothes and simply creating a FOURTH dirty laundry pile sans basket in the laundry room.
I have since, with my husband's gracious help, folded and put away the three piles of laundry, but even so, I have a sinking feeling, the dirty will once rise again. And even if I do get those clothes cleaned, even the clean will rise again. And this is why, I believe, that I have come to sigh so much these days.
Yes, I have noticed it. I sigh. A lot. I think it's because, not that it is ever appropriate to throw a tantrum or to yell, scream, and/or curse, it is ever so very much not appropriate to do any of those sorts of things all the while attempting to teach two little ones to NOT act that way, so I have come to sigh. And cue the sigh,*Sigh*
And the holidays are upon us. The list is growing. The boat is sinking and all I hold in my wet, shaking hands is a lone, teeny, tiny thimble and I hear frantic screaming in my head, "Bail!!! For the love of God, Woman, bail!!" So, I shall hang on and bail as much water as I can out of the boat. Every little bit counts, right?
Of course, I exaggerate. But I am sure we all know the feeling. There is simply so much that needs to be done and add that to all those things that make life simply that much more enjoyable, all the wonderful fun things that I want to do and some days, there really is nothing that can be done, but hang on and make it through the crazy ride.
So, instead of starting on dinner or working on the things that I have planned for the evening, I choose to ignore them and blog. Perhaps I have found the root of the problem...
That's all for now.
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