"Your story should be written now while it is fresh and while the true details are available. A journal is the literature of superiority. Each individual can become superior in her own humble life." ~Spencer W. Kimball
TO DO List:
Buy supplies for the barbeque.
Make these cookies
Make this cake
Go to library and get books for kids and for me.
Measure window and attempt to make curtains for kids room without a pattern. Must stop 5:30 AM wakings. Wish me luck.
P.S. Congrats, Melissa! You won last week's Time Out!
It was late. Everyone in the house was asleep but me. I was happily folding laundry while watching mindless TV and laughing because King of the Hill is just funny. I finished, carried my basket upstairs, and smiled. It was nice having all the laundry folded. Now to put it away.
I climbed the stairs, making certain to turn off all the lights. When I got to the top, I noticed the kitchen door was unlocked, so I locked up for the night. I stealthily entered Beth's room, putting her basket of clothes just inside the door because that baby sleeps like a cat. I then went into my room and began hanging my clothes up.
I was going rather slowly and daydreaming while I did it, lazily looking forward to sleeping in my bed. Faye had begged Jeffrey to sleep with her because she couldn't sleep, and so I would get to sprawl to my heart's content.
Suddenly, I heard the doorknob to the kitchen door rattle. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a shoulder heaving against the d…
Faye and Beth are the sweetest girls ever. They both have very generous and loving personalities, and they care deeply about other people. Except we have learned, they just can't share a room with each other. We have been trying that experiment for nearly a year now, at their request, even! They wanted to share a room in the basement, and so every single night, for nearly a year, bedtime became a nightmare.
Faye has a severe case of mysophonia (where little noises take her from tranquility to charging rhino in 0.5 seconds), and Beth loves to whisper to herself when she is trying to fall asleep, or just make noises with her mouth. They aren't loud noises, but every. single. night. we had to deal with banshee-esq screams and retaliating howls from Beth. Let's not even discuss Keith's need to imagine, and the explosion noises he makes (standard boy package) and how the escape of a single explosion from his lips turns into a full on war in the basement.
Like I said, bedt…
A week ago Sunday I came home from church to discover that the toilet seat had been cracked. The story behind it is a little vague, ranging from blaming it on daddy, to the dog climbing on it, to ninjas while we were at church... the longer I listened to the reasons, the more fantastical the stories became. My children are amazing when it comes to figuring out how things came to be. They may not be very accurate, but they sure are entertaining! The fact of the matter remained, however, that we needed to buy a new toilet seat, or be brutally pinched every time anyone had a "think session" in the bathroom.
Check! Toilet seat arrived, I installed it, and we all went along our merry way. We got a fancy-schmancy potty training seat with a slam proof lid so hopefully that will prevent any future cracked seat problems. Just in case it wasn't actually done by ninjas while we were at church. I like to cover all my bases.
And so imagine my shock when just this past Sunday, as in …