Monthly Archives: February 2011

This Just In

Jason has recently discovered that I am crazy.  Ok, no, I take that back.  He has been reminded of my ever-present eccentricities.  (That sounds a lot better, I think.)
On Friday, I e-mailed him a suggestion that sounded fairly simple and harmless (at the time).  As it turns out, that suggestion completely hijacked our entire weekend and will continue to hijack weekends into the foreseeable future.
Here is the suggestion I made.
“How about if we just take one room at a time in our house and spruce it up?”
The poor, poor, sweet boy had no idea what he was getting himself into with a mere acquiescence to this suggestion.  I’m sure he was thinking something along the lines of, “Yeah, yeah, whatever you think, Honey.  We’ll get that done in the next few years.”
However.  (And this is a big however.)  He forgot to remember that I am a lunatic when it comes to immediate gratification.   It took me all of 1.5 seconds to begin searching for paint colors and décor ideas for the first room we would tackle, and just in time for the weekend, we had all the tools we needed for a complete overhaul of Room #1.  Yay!
Now, just so you know, this was nowhere on the radar before Friday.  It just happened to cross my mind, and I thought it would be a lovely idea, so I figured why not.
Any-hoo, fast-forward to Saturday.  One might think I would plan such a project on a day that would be free from our normal chaos and adventures, but no.  I did no such thing.  Amid trampoline practices and BFF overnights and pizza and movie night and homework checks and laundry catch-up and, well, everything else, I decided that painting a room teal would be a very sound decision.
I won’t even go into the number of times I may have mentioned screeched, “Don’t touch!”  Let’s just say it was more than ten.  And a few little teal handprints and smudges later, we have a newly updated room.  (Almost, except for the fact that apparently, there is no one who makes a nice window covering to coordinate with this shade.  They are either all made for pre-teen girls or grandmothers—with nothing in between, but this will be a decorating dilemma for another day.)
I’m wondering what room I’ll tackle next.  For now, I’ll let my poor husband off the hook, only because we’re going to be out of town next weekend.  But in a couple of weeks, woo-boy!, he better watch out.  I see a bathroom remodel in our near future. 

What Can We Do on a Snowy Day?

Lots of things, really.  But let me just say that the majority of the day was spent begging—BEGGING—to go outside in the blizzard, and when their ogre of a mean, mean mommy refused to let them go get frozen to death in a 5-foot drift, then they started to beg to play the Wii.  Which would not be a problem…if Mommy weren’t completely technologically inept.  (Note to self:  For the love of all that is holy, learn to turn on the Wii so that the kids will not drive me to drink vodka before noon.)
So, after explaining to them that Mommy is a moron and that they would have to wait for Daddy to get home to get the Wii going for them, they made do with what they had.  And, for the record, after bribing their sisters with shopping sprees and fresh-made brownies, they did volunteer agree to be coerced into playing with their little brothers with the electronic babysitter for some small degree of time.
And then came, “Look, Mama!  I’m Mrs. Potato Head!”  Nope, that’s not a typo.  He was going for the Mrs. look as he stole the potato head parts.  At one point, there were parts in his mouth, nose, and ears, but they kept falling out.  Life with boys is great!
And then, taking a stroll in Sissy’s boots.  I think the thigh-high style looks quite fetching on Jadon.