Time is short. The packing has started, and I am just waiting for a couple of pieces of information to set my move date. I start my mornings with the real estate agent checklist, trulia, and craigslist. I’m super excited to see what the next chapter holds for me and the kids. I’m also tired. Really tired. And out of boxes!
Well, kids, this is interesting. And you know, you don’t need it yet, but some day you may. And I willl have forgotten about it by then or you will be too embarssed to ask your mom about such a thing, so I am just going to quietly slip you this link: Passion and Pleasure.
Use it when you hit a little slump in your relationships. It’s online, so it’s private. And it’s cheaper than a divorce. I’m just sayin’
So, I’m sitting here in the quiet, thinking of all the things I need to do to finish up school and get myself moved to Maryland so I can start school again. I’m a bit overwhelmed. My teens who could be a big help as far as weeding through all the stuff in this house are in revolt at my departure, never mind that they are the ones who elected not to go, and I cannot motivate them to do a thing. I guess the saving grace is that between the time I finish up the semester and they finish the school year, I will have about six weeks to wrap up this house. I can get a lot of cleaning, sorting, and packing done without their advice.
I want to bookmark something else, though. When I wrote my narratives for my field placement application for UMB, I had to lay out what my long-range professional goals are. And the big one, the career capper as it were, is going to require a good deal of other people’s money. I’m going to need to solicit donations to get the project going. I’m thinking I may use List Giant to get a start. They specialize in phone and email list generation, and the website says you can sort by various demographics to generate customized lists of contacts. I can assume “wealthy and generous” is a demographic, right?
I wonder if I can get them to do a virtual walk here through and generate a list of all the stuff I need to do between now and then? Maybe that’s a good project for the weekend. Between papers, of course.
You win. After checking the 10 day forecast and discovering that this is NOT the last cold snap, I have purchased a second heater. I t will be here Thursday. You’re welcome. I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t also buy the numark ndx 400. Although…it would probably put off some heat. Who knows. I do know I am through freezing if I can help it!
Yes, I know it’s cold. Really cold. Like, less than 40 degrees cold. But tomorrow…tomorrow, it will be seventy plus. And hopefully it will stay warm after that. Maybe. It’s March for crying out loud! So, please quit whining, grab yourself and extra blanket (good thing your mom is a knitter) and play your fender stratocaster from guitar center. Or at least air play it, since all of you should be wearing mittens!
So, I’ve been in the house with my children since Monday night at 8:30 pm, because of the snowpocolypse we aren’t having. We have sleet instead. This togetherness will continue at least through Friday morning, as all classes are cancelled for all of us again tomorrow– one of the benefits of living in a place that has neither snow plows not salt. Anyway, if you expected to hear me complain, I am not. I’m enjoying just hanging out with my children. Although they make so much noise, we don’t need a bogner amp at Guitar Center, all of us being here together reminds me of when I homeschooled..
This is not a tale of pearl necklaces. This is a tale of socks. You really need to pick them up off the floor, dig them out from under the couch cushions, and search the under-bed caverns for those delightful lttle balls of foot funk. Also, if you want them returned to you in matching sets of two, one for each foot, bring them to the laundry hamper that way.
So, we made it. Another Christmas done. Now we can pack away the tree. The ornaments. The glitter from said ornaments. Spring pins at reidsupply.com. Cookie crumbs. Snips and spits of tape. Sometimes I think the idea of spring cleaning started with one woman’s frustration in trying to deal with Christmas clutter. It does indeed seem like it would be far simpler to tip the house up and shake everything that’s not nailed down out through the front door, doesn’t it?
Now you all know what I will be about this week.
Dear Kids that I left alone:
One of you is grown and the other 15. I left you a clean house. Why did I come home to such a mess? Did you think you had been suddenly transported to one of those five star New Mexico hotels? I mean, I know we all want to be at a place where the linens are changed daily, and the maids remove all evidence of our tendency to slovenliness, and smile pleasantly while they place a mint on the pillow of the turned down bed.
But. This is not a hotel. This is home. This is where when we make a mess, we have to clean up after ourselves. And that thing where you told me I was the mom and it was my job to clean up the kitchen that I hadn’t set foot in for 10 days? Completely unacceptable. You cook it, you eat it, you clean it up.
You act like you haven’t had any raising at all. Use the tools. The vacuum is in the corner. The dishwasher packs are on the counter. The toilet scrubbing pads are in the cabinet.
Get with the program or you may find yourselves at one of those hotels. As staff. Perhaps they will give you a room in exchange for cleaning up other people’s messes. Although I think you’d be much smarter to continue to enjoy the benefit I give you here of room AND board in exchange for cleaning up your own.
One Fuming Mother
why must you laugh and giggle while averting your eyes when you see me working out? I know this was strange and unusual on days 1-5, but I’ve been at it for 30 days, today, and yet you still look at me as if I am crazy. Why don’t you join me? We could shop for best selection of yoga balls and make this a family affair!