I Don't Know....I'm Just In A Really Weird Mood....

I was supposed to have all this free time.  My kids were supposed to be in school, and I was supposed to have six hours a day to myself to do all that stuff I haven't been able to get to, like.....

Cleaning out the garage.

Cleaning out the playroom.

Cleaning out the kids' rooms.

Catching up on all the Glee I've DVR'd.

Taking a shower on a regular basis.

Putting a thought together in my head.

But, a funny thing happened on the way to my solitude and immaculately clean house......


Sick Kids

There have been 21 days of school this month, and I've had kids home sick for 5 of them.  That's 23.8% of the time.  Now, my daughter, I kind of understand.  She's never been in school before, and there's always that time when they start going to school that they pick up every friggin' germ that come across the alphabet carpet.

BUT

My son was sent home one day because his eyes were watering and he felt like he was going to sneeze.....

Seriously?.....The school nurse said that it was probably nothing, but that he really didn't seem like he was feeling too well.

I told him to rub some dirt on it and get back to class.

She made me come pick him up.

Prince Charming

Evidently, because both of the children are in school 76.2% of the time, I must have all this free time on my hands.  Right?  Just standing around....doing my nails....catching up on Facebook...

...well, maybe that last one, but not the others. 

So, it's kind of become our morning routine for him to ask me what I have going on for the day, me to rattle off a few things, and then for him to come up with some project or activity that he thinks I can squeeze into my schedule, like...

"Hey, do you think you can make some jam today?"

or...

"Why don't you come down to my yard and harvest all of the garden."

or....

"If I bring out the ladder, can you re-paint the house?"

I was trying to get the garage cleaned out.  It was on my list.  It's been stuffed full of all kinds of crap since Charming moved in.

Senior pictures of his old girlfriend.

A black velvet, lace trimmed key chain holder (You totally thought that was going to end differently, didn't you?).

My old pom-poms.  

("Wait!  Don't throw those out!!  I might need to do a cheer!"
"You were on drill team."
"Doesn't matter.  Pom Poms girls always stick together.  Give 'em here...now.")

He never really thought cleaning out the garage was that important a job, since this was just a 2-3 year home for him before moving on to his next house.

It's been 15 years.

It's time to clean it out.  I've been begging him to help me with it, and he finally got bit hard enough by the organization bug and agreed to have one of his workers bring a flat bed truck to haul all of the crap away.

Yes, I said a flat-bed truck.  Seriously....

My job was to go through everything, and his job was to designate which flat-bed truck would be used for the job.  When he arrived home a few mornings ago, I met him at the stairs.

"Hey!  Have you been trying to get a hold of me?  I've been in the garage."

"Ummm...yeah.  How's it goin'?"

"Oh...good.  Yeah.  I need you to look through some of this stuff, though."

He didn't look too impressed at my progress.

"What have you been doing?  It looks the same in here."

"Oh, yeah.  No.  I've been going through boxes.  I cleaned out those two and went through all of those pictures."

"That's it?"

"Well, there were a lot of pictures.  Look at this one I found.  Do you remember that bra?"

"......................Were you blogging?"

"No........Yes.  But it was just a quick one."

"Ugh!"

He has no appreciation for my creative endeavors.....which he just refers to as I don't know where you get this stuff....

Dead Rats

Yes.  Dead rats have found a niche in my life this week.

"Mom!  Come see this really amazing thing I found in the backyard!"

I must have looked skeptical, because he followed up with

"Don't worry.  It's not a live rat."

What the hell!?!  Where am I living that this could now be a viable worry for me?  I used to shop at Nordstrom and have acrylic nails painted red.  I wore black suede heels and drank lattes.  I dated a really cute guy with a new house that he was going to live in for a couple of years before moving into his next house.  What happened?  How did I get here with mud on my flip-flops, a rip in the seam of my yoga pants, and the threat of rats in my backyard, alive or dead?

Fuckin' chicks.

Football

I love football.  I don't always understand it, and that sometimes irritates my beloved because if I have a question, I ask it.  I have a lot of questions about football, and guys who love watching football really hate answering questions about football while they're kicked back watching football.  I have found, however, that when you ask the questions naked you get a much better response.  I'm just sayin....

Fortunately, I don't have to understand football to photograph it.  Which I have been doing.

A lot.  A lot a lot a lot.

I never say how many pictures I take, but when you get a 25% return on a single game of 296 images....well....you know....that's a lot.  And it takes a lot of time to go through them and post them and then check back every few minutes to see if someone's liked them or commented on them.  You know how it is.

In fact, trying to find non-football pics in my folders right now...it's not happening.  I found five.

This one.....

Annndddd....these:

And technically, that one on the far left of the sleeping kid, I took at football.

It will end soon, I know.  Although, they're playing really well, so I'm sure there are playoffs in our future which will take us until just before Thanksgiving.

Crap!  Thanksgiving!  It's too fast.  I can't keep up.

The Meat Thing

It's not going well.

I made a pot roast.  And I ate it.  It was good.

Then I felt gross.

So I made chicken chili.  I ate that, too.  It was spicy.  And oh so good.

I didn't eat the ribs, though.  And I'm not making meatloaf.  Although, if I can convince him to ask me naked, I might consider it.

The Conclusion

"Where do you get this stuff?"

"I'm being creative, boy of mine."

"Well, stop it.  You're making me look stupid."

Fine.  Whatever....Love Bundle Boy.

The end.

And I love ya'!

~Lisa