Questions

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hooded jammies

 1.  I’m wondering if any other parent out there has ever found a dead bird in their childs’ room.  Because I have.

2.  When you buy a minivan off Craigslist and inherit all of the running bumper stickers from the previous owner, do you also inherit the bragging rights to those races?

(I also inherited four interior windows’ worth of Dora and “I’ve Been Krogering” stickers.  When I see those vehicles around town, I think those parents have just given up.  There.  I said it.)

3.  A recent conversation topic amongst friends on Marco Polo was naming your superpower.  One of my friends remembers all of our birthdays off the top of her head.  Also my anniversary.  She remembers the birthdays of high school friends, random acquaintances, and so on.  Incredible.

Remember when you used to dial a phone number, and each number had a tone?  Another friend’s superpower was to hear the tones you were dialing and TELL YOU WHO YOU WERE CALLING.  Whaaaaat.  “Oh, you just dialed mom… Will… best friend… neighbor” and so on.

So much talent.

My superpower is getting rid of things.  Like bags of stuff from my kids rooms.  (Like dead birds.  And other things.)  I love it.  Not as good of a party trick as the other two.  But still.

Questions for you:

What’s the best thing you’ve ever found in your kid’s room?  (“Best thing” is obviously a euphemism for grossest or weirdest.)

What’s your superpower?  (I really want to know.)

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also found in my kids’ room.  different kid.

 

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Brain Dump

1. Like a bazillion others, I have been watching the “zero tolerance” policy in action and feel sick to my stomach.  And angry.  I cannot mentally or emotionally go all the way to imagining how it would feel to have my kid(s) taken from me.  It is too much.  Trump is doing what he’s shown he will do from the beginning.  He doesn’t care about minority lives- I don’t think a single one of us should be surprised by this.  Yes, I know there is an EO in place now- but Trump will persevere in finding ways to do what he purposes to do.

My anger toward Trump is a safer emotion than imagining 2,300 kids being held in        warehouses and cages.  Or picturing that mom or dad who has no clue where their child is, or if he/she is coming back.   Lord have mercy.

2.  In light and fluffy fare, I painted the grout lines in my bathroom.  So bright!  So clean!  Behold, the before, during, and after.

I undertook this tedious task while my husband was away for five days.  I knew I needed a project to occupy me while we were all at home so I didn’t pass my time scrolling my phone and feeling, consequently, more tired.  It is nice to have a goal that shows itself off at the end.

3.  While I painted I listened to a few enneagram podcasts.  I was pushing back against my sloth tendencies.  Anyone recognize what number I might be?

4.  We have celebrated two birthdays!  Double digits and 6!

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Speaking of, I turn 40 in September.  This has brought up the topic of how one wants to celebrate such a milestone.  Some friends have a big party.  (No thank you.)  Some friends go on a big trip.  (Maybe).  My ideal is a handful of friends going away for a weekend.

What is your ideal 40th celebration?

 

 

Brain Dump

When all else fails and I have not blogged in a while- there is always the brain dump.

The rarely seen (or taken) photo of just us


1.  How about this weather?  Mid-80’s for the high, in the middle of October.  WTH.  It seems I was premature on busting out the flannel sheets and down comforter a couple of weeks ago.  

The up side is that I got to go through my clothes and bag up a bunch of warm-weather stuff I didn’t wear much and pass it on elsewhere.  I am way into doing that sort of thing, as you may know.

2.  I’m back to a cash system for some of our budget areas.  Time to curb some of that impulse spending.  There is nothing like going back through my credit card statement and adding up all of those little purchases to the tune of hundreds of dollars for the month of September…  I am a pretty firm believer that knowledge is power, even if it made me slightly sick to my stomach to see the final tally.  

The ultimate side eye to the craw dad; camping 2016


I maintain that sometimes you gotta throw money at the problem, but this last stretch has gotten out of hand.  I withdrew cash for my personal spending, spending for the kids, and home purchases.  We have a debit account for our groceries, which keeps me on track with my spending there every month.  

3.  I read 11 books in September and have read 5 so far this month.  I read I Let You Go in a day, because I got all sucked in before realizing it was a suspense/thriller type book (never ever what I like to read).  But I had to know what happened!  Other notables: A Man Called Ove, The One in a Million Boy, Scary Close, Before We Visit the Goddess, and Love Warrior*.  All brought to you by your local public library.  Scary Close and Love Warrior are both memoirs and I liked a lot about both of them.  Hate to say it, but I didn’t actually LOVE Love Warrior.  Just liked it.  No offense, Oprah.  

*I am not linking to all of those titles on Amazon because I am lazy.  

Pretty into the pigtails these days


4.  A few other factors that have allowed for extra reading time: my rad husband took the three oldest kids on two separate camping trips.  I went to Bermuda with my dad, sister, and numero tres for four days (what is this life I am living?!?!) And I am mostly staying off Facebook during the weekdays.  (Here’s where I am embarrassed about how much time I have given over to Facebook, ESPECIALLY during election season.  That does not serve me well.) 

Bermuda was okay… If you go for that sort of thing…

Twinning with Poppies


5.  I have said something to this effect before, but I increasingly see life on the other side.  We are in the last stretch of diapers, nap times, 5 point harness car seats, and frantic bedtime searches for the lovey.  We are crossing over into more independence and into some headier parenting.  It’s not just kneeling down to break up a fight over a toy; it is also talking about anxiety and uncertain friendships and “I’m not sure I believe in God” sort of things.  It is bittersweet, for sure.  

My kids are extremely fun little humans and I am so thankful for our little crew here.  What a crazy gift (and responsibility) to be their mom. 

Life on our street. His name is Maestro, btw, and he pooped in our yard.