What I am NOT doing this summer.
It seems my life is not my own anymore. Not my blog life, my commenting life, my reality TV life, my Gilmore Girls life, my out-to-lunch life or my play-mindless-games-on-my-iPhone life. Right now it is all my Moooooom-life and moving-sometime-in-the-future life. No time for anything else. Right now as I am doing this it is cutting into my Laundry-Maven life. But I will sacrifice a batch of stinky underwear for my blog-life. So here are a few things I wish I had time to write about...
*How I took two little boys to the drive-in last week in my husband's whiny, finicky car and the battery died before the movie was over. No radio. I told Coltito to stick his head out the sunroof so he could hear the movie coming from someone else's car. I then had to ask big-white-truck man and yellow-shirt guy for help. I did not know how to pop the hood nor where the battery was. It was in the trunk. Stupid car, deserves to get hit again. All the while JarBear slept in the backseat. Wish I could have traded him places.
*How I am having to "stage" my house to get it sold. It is not enough to just clean the toilets and pick the toys up off the floor anymore. Apparently my house of seven people is supposed to look like no one lives here. No family pics and very little furniture. So my SIL who is an interior decorator and should have her own show on HGTV and my MIL, came over to help me stage. We moved out furniture, packed up boxes of games, books and stuffed animals. (Wish I could pack up kids. What? I would leave air holes)! I am having to make everything look organized and pristine. Two words that have never been on my agenda. So now I have to rent a STORAGE UNIT, for MY furniture. So tiring, so overwhelming. So makes me want to hit the chocolate and go into a diabetic coma.
*How during our staging process on Saturday, four weary, stinky, smelled-like-Smokey-the-Bear, campers camp home from their week-long adventures. My house immediately smelled like campfire and my laundry piles begged to be doused with lighter fluid and taken out of their misery. My hubby had grown a beard to enhance his male bonding experience. It was thick and red and would have been the envy of any Kris Kringle wanna-be. (For the sake of our love life, it is now shaved).
*How five of my kids are home. All. Day. Long. How I have to-do lists for them that are greeted with eye-rolling or a glazed over stare. How by noon I am so tired of the word "mom" I want to scream. (But they are already screaming, so they wouldn't even notice). How I would love the "what are we going to do today mom?" question turned into "what can I do for you today mom?".
So those are a few of things I would like to blog about but don't have time. Maybe in September, when the kids are back in school, I will catch you all up on the Life-and-Times-of-the-Insane.
our car died at the one and only time we went to the drive in as a child. traumatized for life!
Haha. I love that your car died at the drive in. That's totally the WT kind of thing that would happen to me.
I am on day one of summer vacay. Oldest leaves for girls camp in about 30 minutes. I will be left to entertain the younger two. Maybe I will run away...want to come?
Where are you moving to?
one time our car died during a ferry trip... had to have it towed off the ferry so that all the cars behind us could get off... pretty sure that ranks right up there with my most embarrassing moments EVER.
oh man! That stinks that your car died at the drive in.
I'll be here when you can blog again deary.
Yup. i'll be here. :)
"What can I do for you Mom?" would be music to my ears.
I am waiting for the perfect day to tell my girls that I have changed my name from "Mom" and I won't answer them until they call me by the correct one.
They will never think to call me "Daddy" -- because they never ask HIM for anything! I'M A GENIUS! ;-)
Hmmm, life in a tornado. So sorry, you could always come here for a visit. My life right now is in the eye of the tornado, soon to change with an upcoming wedding.
Hang in there and good luck with selling your house!
Oh, lady, you ARE crazy busy. I couldn't fathom trying to stage my house with seven people living in it. Too much stress! I think I will wait till they all move out to get my dream home.
Oh my. Hang in there. I don't think I will complain about my boring life anymore. Boring is good.
Why/where are you moving?
You are so quickly becoming one of my favorite places on the internet. I hate that I didn't meet you when I had the chance.
Hang in there sweetheart! :) Also, "What can I do for you today, Mom!?"
Husband stays shaved for the sake of our love life too. No thanks to hairy faces!
Wow. Just hang on in there and September will roll around in no time.
I despise scruffs or beards and yes for me too, it is shaved for the loving sake of our love life.
Maybe rent storage unit for the kids? Haha, just a thought.
Who are you? And where have you been all my life? I so miss you and wish more than anything that we were sitting in a movie theater, see's chocolate box fully loaded, and not one person knows our names. Hopefully a romantic comedy that makes us laugh and cry and maybe even want to be around our husbands again when right now we just want to wring their necks. I'm sorry that you r in the "staging" part of your life. Wish I was there to help, what the heck could I do with five kids, ha ha ha. I am thinking of you and I adore you. I am a fan, but then again I always have been!!! Laughing all the way over here....
Scruffy, red Santa beard makes me think of naughty Santa suit.....hmmmm....what a combination
I weep for you and the staging. They say you can tell when you're done having kids, because you still remember child birth. The same is true of moving. As Heavenly Father as my witness, I shall NEVER STAGE AGAIN! Heart pound, two fingered kiss.
My darling; I have 3 words for you that saved me when my kids were the age of yours --- SUMMER DAY CAMP!
Yes! For not too much cash, other people would take my children off my hands and teach them to make macarroni birch bark pictures and marshmallow castles. And I got to clean and do laundry in peace.
They do grow up too; and then those ungrateful, refrigerator-scavengers are NEVER at home. (Unfortunately, you still have the problem of stinky underwear on the floor.)
Motherhood! We deserve medals! Or all expenses paid vacations!
It is hard to believe you actually have to stage your house these days. What's happened to us? I'm convinced it all started 20 years ago when some idiot mother started giving out goody bags to the children who attended the birthday party. I've always wanted to track that woman down and slap her...she's probably the one who first 'staged' her house as well. Do I sound bitter? Good, cause I am.
Your poor thing! Maybe you need to just disappear for a little while!!
My kids are out on Monday and we're moving in 6 months. You've just made me very afraid!
Oh man! This has soooo been my life for the last few months, minus a few kids and a few years. I feel for you dear lady! Hang in there because I sure love reading your blog.
You're moving? Any closer to my way? My dad (from Oregon) is moving in with us (temporarily) so I'm having to rearrange my house (temporarily)for one more (temporary) person. I'm sure he will want to move out ASAP when he finds out how noisy and crazy my family is! He'll want the closest assylum I'm sure.
Having the house for sale with kids is a pain!! And now... we have to stage oour homes so they will sell! Good luck!
Wait, are you moving?
*sigh* Crazy summer. My blog reading has sure taken a nose dive!
I just want to say I LOVE that picture.
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