Almost there... stay on target!

Just had to say today is the big day! The school carnival Gena and I have been working on is tonight.  I taught my last week of preschool last week. Next week I am sitting pretty... all the major stressful things Sam and I have been up to this year will be done, and we'll be back to just regular life. Which, in and of itself can be stressful, but somehow I am looking forward to it. I will enjoy the break, but not for long, its time to start getting going on my kitchen re-do!!! But not yet. Today is crazy, this weekend I rest, and next week we start taking it as it comes.

Design-problems

And yes, I know my blog is horrifying. Not that I don't like the girl power background, I just never updated the rest of my design so its just not flowing at all. Maybe tomorrow I can fix that, but I just felt like I should tell you all that I know my blog is, at present, borderline visually offensive.

The Pressure... and a tube top

Before I decided to start blogging again I had all sorts of (I thought) good ideas of what I could blog about, but now, nothing. Maybe its the pressure of feeling like I need to be profound or funny or clever, or maybe its writers block. Whatever it is, its annoying.

So again I sit here, today with 6 loads of laundry to fold, but with a clean kitchen this time, and here I am trying to think of something to blog about that isn't "I'm always behind."

I just got a fabulous dress from Ross last week, but I have to tack down some elastic from the smocking and take it in a little so it will fit, and that's next on my list after I finish this and fold my laundry. I hope I get that far. One question, in case anyone besides me reads this: I found a super cute tube top the other day. I have no intentions of ever wearing a tube top by itself, for several reasons which you'd all appreciate me for. But, I am seriously toying with the idea of wearing it over a t-shirt. I tried it on over a white half sleeve tee and I thought it was super cute. It is white and grey striped so I could wear it with white or grey, or maybe even another color, if I was feeling crazy, and I imagine it looking cute with a t-shirt, half-sleeve, or long sleeve shirt. My questions is this: is it a total fashion no-no to wear a tube top over a shirt? It is a billowy woven cotton, and of course I would wear it over a fitted knit shirt... I don't really follow fashion trends, and I don't know or normally care about these sorts of rules, but before I break down and wear it, I thought I would see what you fashionista's have to say. But if I keep thinking about it, I might just break down and buy it anyway.

Begin Again, Again

I want to start blogging again. Its 2:40pm already and I still haven't taken a shower (I probably shouldn't admit that I am still in my pj's, too). Plus there are 3 loads of laundry to fold and lunch dishes in the sink, so I have no time to type anything funny or meaningful. So let me just say this: I love corduroy. If I could have only 1 fabric for all my projects, that would be it. Curtains, couches, pants, skirts, jackets, throw pillows, bedspreads, tablecloths or runners, the possibilities are endless, really...

I know, what a profound thought to re-begin blogging.

The Last Decade Countdown

Ten years ago, almost to the minute (if my memory's correct), I did the best thing of my life. I married Sam for time and all eternity in the house of the Lord. Here's my countdown of the last ten years:

10 - Years

9 - jobs

8 - years of schooling

7 - rain jackets

6 - bikes

5 - homes

4 - boys

3 - schools

2 - Subaru's (plus 2 other cars, I had a hard time with the 2's) and

1 - amazing spouse later,

I wouldn't change a thing.

I love you Sam and I can't wait for all the decades (and happily ever after that) to come!

The Chewy Saga

A couple of months ago Henry went to a friend's house for preschool. They have pet chickens and Henry fell in love. He begged for chickens. I am not ready for this whole pet thing to start, but I am really not ready to even consider chickens. So I told him if he could take care of all his responsibilities for 2 weeks (his room cleaned, toys picked up, and chores done daily) then he could get a fish. If he takes good care of the fish we could go from there, fully expecting him to not be able to (is that terrible? We are talking about giving Henry a living thing here, are we not?), but willing to follow through if he did.

A few days later a fly was caught between our window and screen and Henry decided that that was his cage and that he was our pet fly. He named him Chewy. Apparently Chewy likes to eat sprinkles; that is according to Henry and my niece who also recently (in a freaky coincidence) had her own pet fly named Anna. So I now have sprinkles in my window sills for whenever Chewy gets hungry.

Chewy has been lost a few times. The first time Chewy got lost Henry was so upset he was moaning Chewy's name and crying, calling for Chewy out the window. You'd have thought Chewy was a dog. About a half hour later Chewy "came back" and Henry was chasing him around the living room, beside himself with giddiness at the return of his beloved pet. Chewy has been lost several times since then. But Chewy always returns. A few times Chewy has brought along family members. He has brought over his dad, his son, his mom, and several friends. Once Henry brought up Chewy, caught between his thumb and forefinger and showed me that Chewy had lost a wing and 2 legs. I was wondering if Henry would start to suspect something when Chewy later returned with all his legs and wings. But Henry said something about there being lots of Chewy's, so that answers that. Here's the kicker for me though, that night in his bedtime prayers Henry asked Heavenly Father to bless Chewy to feel better. That's a new one in our house.

Chewy's popularity waxes and wanes, but Chewy seems impervious to this. He keeps returning; prancing around the living room waiting for Henry or Miles to chase him around, gloating at Sam and I that we have to be much more sneaky about our pest control methods. Meanwhile, the fishbowl complete with blue rocks and a tiki man statue still sits empty, but Henry is happy...

The just got home from vacation blues...

It seems its almost more work to recover from a vacation than to get ready for it. So we just had a great weekend away. Hot dogs, watermelon, peanut butter s'mores, crownies (cookie brownie combo), a ton of chips, BB guns, the beach, and lots of A-team episodes. We had fun. Yesterday I woke up ready to regain control of my house. Then about an hour later got back in bed and stayed there most of the morning. I think my weekend caught up with me. Little sleep and lots of junk food apparently don't go well in a 30 year-olds body. So yesterday I got a few loads of laundry done, enough to get everyone dressed yesterday and today, but none of it folded. I feel mostly better today, but I still have no food (a few eggs, half a cup of milk, no yogurt, no cereal, no fruit...), a ton of laundry, unpacked suitcases, and a bomb of a house. And what am I doing with my time? Blogging. Shame on me. Shame on me for "wasting" my time, for treating my body so badly in the name of vacation, and for complaining. Today I will fold all my laundry, and wash a significant amount more. I will go grocery shopping and I will unpack my suitcases. If I get the chance I will clean. Next time I go on vacation I will try to keep the motto "moderation in all things" and get more sleep.