Friday, February 4, 2011
Since I've been missing out on my Thankful Thursday posts, I'd like to take a second and mention how thankful I am for my robotic wife. She's my Roomba, and as I'm typing she's cleaning my floor. It is almost impossible to keep the floor clean with two
rugrats boys. She makes my life easier. I trick Cub into thinking I slaved the day away cleaning the floor when I'm really messing around on facebook or watching Arrested Development on Netflix. Am I able to con Cub into thinking I'm the perfect housewife? Uhh....not any more. Man always rats me out and tells Daddy that the rooooomba cleaned. Darn that smarty-pant 3 year old.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
I hate laundry. H.A.T.E. it! I shouldn't hate it though. Cub tells me all the time how I am not doing the laundry, that the machines wash and dry for me. True. I hate that he tells me that. Let me explain why I hate laundry. It's the folding and putting away the clothes. Instead, I should say I hate folding and putting away clothes. Nah, it's easier to say I hate laundry. I'm always washing or drying something. The boys' clothes, my clothes, Cub's work clothes, cloth diapers, the dog's toys/bed/towels, sheets, towels, rugs, blankets, and the list can go on and on. I find it ironic that since I hate laundry so much and have so much to do that I use cloth diapers. I started out washing diapers every day. Sometimes twice a day since I had so few diapers. Now I wash every other day. It's not a big deal. Often I plan ahead and if I know I won't be home to wash I'll wash back to back days. It's a little but more work, but I love having a load of laundry that I don't have to fold or put away. Is 3 years old too young to start teaching how to fold clothes?!
Friday, January 7, 2011
I don't know what I'm doing and I kind of like it that way. Really, I don't have a choice in that matter. I feel like I never know what I'm doing, and I'm used to it by now. Anyways, I'm going to try to post the daily coming and goings of my family. We are a family of 4, if you include the dog and desert tortoises make it 7. There's me, my hubby, and two boys. Oh and the dog and two desert tortoises. I did mention that right? I feel like I always forget about them. And that's too bad, because my dog was my baby until I had my first born. Now she's the red-headed step child. (My apologies if you happen to be a red-headed step child.) Moving along, my oldest boy, Little Man, is 3, and today was his first day of preschool. I'm sad, but also secretly excited about my new found freedom. It's only a small newly found freedom considering I have another boy at home with me. Buddy is almost 9 months. He's about as sweet and sour as they come. He has the sweetest face and smile, but whines and cries like there is no tomorrow. Oy! And last but not least, there's my hubby. I call him Cub. We've been married for almost 8 years now. He's my rock in my crazy, scatterbrained world. Oh, I almost forgot, there are those 2 desert tortoises, Shelly and Munch. I thought one was dead and it came back to life. Almost like a Christmas miracle, but not really since I guess it was hibernating really soundly when I picked it up. Oh well. That's all for now. My dryer has thrown up baskets of clothes for me to fold. Damn, I hate folding clothes, but that's another story...