Taking Care of Business?

Just FYI, we’re still mid-move. Here’s a map to keep you oriented if you’re confused:


Now, a little story:

Little Boy was upstairs in the vacation house and I was downstairs reading a book.

“Mommy!” he called. “The toilet paper is out and there’s no roll on the back of the potty!”

“There’s another roll in the package in the counter!” I called back.

 I continued to read. It’s nice when the kids are old enough to take care of these kind of things themselves, I thought. I can just sit back and let him handle it.

A little while later he called out, “That roll is empty too! Should I get another one?”

Uh oh. That’s not a good sign.

“Wait a minute!” I called. “I’m coming upstairs!”

Surely, I thought, SURELY he couln’t have used an entire roll at once. OH NO!!


“There was a lot of poopy,” he explained. 

I guess that maybe he can’t handle the toilet paper…

Organize Your Junk Drawer?

I spent several hours organizing my “junk drawers.” (Yes, I have TWO in this house.)

junk1They were a mess. How long has it been since they were sorted?

Well… I found this actual canister of FILM.

How long has it been since you’ve seen one of these?

There’s no before picture. I’m just too embarrassed.

But here is the after:





As my husband said, now they are not “junk drawers,” just “drawers.”

And as my daughter said, “I give it a week before they’re a mess again.”

Operator Error

Yesterday I made dinner in the crockpot before going out for the day. It’s nice to have that chore all done, I said to myself.

When I came home, I expected the stew to be percolating cheerfully on the counter, its many flavors mingling into the savory mix my family enjoyed eating. 

But when I sniffed the air, I could smell nothing. Oh no! Something was wrong.

With trepidation I approached the kitchen. The crockpot was right where I left it, on the kitchen counter, stone cold.

Apparently, IT HAD NEVER BEEN SWITCHED ON. I hate it when I do things like that.



Also, the knob fell off again. So maybe it wasn’t all my fault.

And maybe it’s time for a new crockpot…

Mysteries and Thrillers

I like to read. A lot. Click on the “what I’m reading” link above to find out more about that if you want.

I read all kinds of books but I particularly like mysteries and thrillers. Probably because there is so little that is mysterious or thrilling in my real life.

News flash: my real life is extremely BO-ring.

Recently I solved a mystery in my own home, however. It was called: where did all the drinking glasses go?


Then my husband brought home all the dishes he’d apparently been hoarding in his car and/or his office.


Aha! Mystery solved.


It was nice while it lasted

I hand-stitched a pair of quilts for the twins. It took me over two years, but on Saturday I was finally able to put the new quilts on their beds.

I really was proud of how it looked, like a grown-up kids’ room.

This morning I was awakened with the news: “Mommy, I accidentally peed on my quilt.”

Well, that was a good three days.


House Not-So-Beautiful

Remember when I posted a braggy little piece about my lovely new living room rug?

my new living room rug

This is what I would like for you to think that my house looks like.

Unfortunately, it only looked like that for the three seconds it took for me to snap that photo. Then…


First this happened. (They call it “playing.”)


And then someone broke the refrigerator. (And left it. Just like this.)


And then someone else got ahold of some scissors and attacked my couch. (WHY??!!)


This is why I can’t have nice things…

As if I weren’t already crazy

image from tacobell.com

Little Girl, my five-year-old, was eating a soft taco from Taco Bell in front of the TV.

(No one can say I don’t feed my kids the best around here!)

While I wasn’t looking, she started picking off the shredded lettuce and tossing it, piece by piece, on the living room floor.

It’s like she read a book called “How To Drive Your Mommy Insane in One Easy Step.”

I took one look at the pile of lettuce detritus and my head exploded.

Well, not literally.

But the reaction was severe enough that Little Girl actually cleaned up the mess without complaint.

Now I’ve got to find and confiscate that book….