The Torrid Love Affair Happening In My Bathroom

So, as many of you may know, I have a crazy imagination. I make up funny songs for my kids, I get on tangents (yes, this may be one of them-look, squirrel-yah, there might be a little ADD here) and I have a weird sense of humor at times.

But, back to the torrid love affair in my bathroom (see, I can get back on track).
There I was in the shower doing my thing and I noticed these two hanging together on the wall .
IMG_2115Just hanging around, trying to act all nonchalant like nothing is going on-you know, like those office romances that are trying to keep it on the down low-you know what I am talking about-you don’t have proof, but your gut is telling you you know (yep, there I went again).

So, in my weird way, I see them and start this little convo in my head.

Spider-man: It’s pretty steamy in here,
I thought you were the ice queen.

Elsa: Oh, Spider-man, your spidey sense is sooo funny.

Spider-Man: Yah, I know. I just come up with this stuff hanging around.

Elsa: I can’t hold it back anymore, I’m gonna let it go- I love you Spider-man!

Or so I thought this was just in my head…..because then a few days later, I walked in on this…

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The forbidden love between a girl from Disney and a guy from Marvel. It may just be the new Romeo and Juliet – hopefully without the tragic ending- maybe I should move them further away from the shampoo…

 

Why Can’t We Get Out The Door?

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Why is it so hard to get out the door with kids?

It’s like there is some kind of force field in that area of the house-repelling people from the door.

Someone has to go potty, someone else can’t find her shoes/coat/ hat/mittens/backpack or ALL of the above. Someone else is on slow speed. Someone doesn’t want to wear those shoes or a coat. There is always some “crisis” that prevents a peaceful, fast, easy exit.

Sometimes I reminisce of the days I just walked out the door whenever I wanted to.  It was so easy (although when I did run late, I only had myself to blame) I would look at the time, get up, put on my shoes and casually walk to the car and go.  AND, I could go ANYWHERE at ANY time!

Now, I feel like a coach, referee, warden, privet eye, and don’t forget crazy person running around with her head cut off! Don’t get me wrong, I love my children and would not want to live my life without them. But seriously, just get out the door and to the car already! It shouldn’t be this hard or take as long as it does.

Meanwhile, the clock keeps ticking away. The minutes pass like seconds. Like sands through the hour-glass, so are the days of our lives 😉 .

 

My Tasmanian Devils

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Seriously! How do my kids make such a mess in such a short amount of time? You guys, I swear they are the offspring of Taz the Tasmanian Devil from the Looney Tunes!

Our middle child happens to have the largest bedroom which is the room of choice to destroy play in. I swear, it constantly looks like the room threw up.

Then, when I have the audacity to tell them they need to clean it up, you would think I have just asked them to move the world to a different universe by their reaction.

Fingers are pointing and mouths are whining about who played with what and who made what mess. I start hearing that they can’t put x y z away. I then point out that it is just like taking it out, except backwards. So, if they were able to take it out, they should be able to pick it back up and put it where they found it. Then someone has amnesia and “doesn’t know where this goes”-Oh, Lord help me!!

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Whoa Bessie!

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There I was, just driving my work car down a gravel road, past a field full of cows. There was an electric fence up that was supposed to be keeping them contained in the field (key words: supposed to be).

As I turned the corner, I see this large, black cow charging towards me on the outside of the fence! So I speed up of course to avoid getting hit by a cow. Because, how do you think that phone call to the main office would go?

Me: Hello, ah, I need to report that I just got hit by a cow and now there is a large dent on the diver’s side.
Office: Really, a cow? You expect us to believe a cow hit you? That is utterly ridiculous!

So, I avoided being hit (and that awkward phone call), but that girl just didn’t give up! She chased me down the road for a ways! I finally lost her.
(talk about mad cow 😉 )

Now, every time I drive by there, I keep an eye out for Bessie, because I have a feeling this is not over for her…at least not until the cows come home.

Breaking In the New Year

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As I wrote in my last post, Waving the White Flag, our youngest ended up fracturing her arm on New Years Day.

Now, I should tell you that she is very active, ambitious, and a risk taker. This is her second broken bone and she just had stitches on the back of her head a few months ago.  This kid can’t catch a break! (Yah, I heard it too, that is probably not the best phrase to use since that is what she seems to catch)

Anyhow, she was walking down the stairs carrying the iPad and her puke bowl and she had 2 steps to go-2 steps!-carpeted steps! and she trips and falls into the carpeted living room on her arm.  She is crying and holding her hand. It is lunch time, so I am thinking, lets eat, she can then take a rest and when she gets up it should be fine. I mean, it was only 2 stairs and a slow easy fall- right?

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Waving the white flag

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The 2015 Christmas vacation was not easy on our brood.

The plague hit our home.

It started off with the oldest child getting sick in the middle of the night one day before Christmas, which I might add here, that we were to host. at. our. home. I mean, who doesn’t want to rush right over for Christmas dinner when they know the puke bucket is out-that is not the love your family wants you to share with them. Luckily, she was better within 24 hours and we were able to clean every surface that may have flu germs on it in time to host family Christmas.

Then, the middle child fell victim the day after Christmas in the middle of the night (why must these things happen in the middle of the night?). Nothing wakes a parent up faster than the sound of a child puking-am I right? Continue reading “Waving the white flag”

Hello world!

I have thought about starting this blog for a while now, not sure if anyone will read it or enjoy it, so here goes nothing! I am hoping to post funny stories and other amusing tidbits for your enjoyment. Watch for more posts soon!