December 2008


I wish I invented band aids! I would be rolling in money!! I cannot keep up with the demand for band aids. For those of you w/o kid experience, a band aid is like magic. Even for the littlest cut!

But they are expensive. And you can only buy Band Aid brand. All others do not stick 😦 I think I will invest in Band Aid brand stock!

I used to be a perfectionist.

I still believe that everything has a place and that, there is indeed, a place for everything.

However, I got married AND then had kids.

Time and children demand that you set aside all thoughts of perfectionism.

Take laundry. I used to fold my towels to a perfect square. All sides matched up and you could balance an elephant on my pile of towels! These days you will find my towels folded. Albeit a bit crooked, but the piles do still stand.

Washcloths (or face cloths) are another story. I don’t even fold them. We have enough room in the bathroom to dedicate one drawer to wash cloths. The cloths are tossed in without being folded. One advantage to this is that the children can help sort laundry. They actually enjoying diving in and looking for the wash cloths.

In regard to clothes, we have very few that need to be ironed. This is an excellent idea for the busy family. It does require being attentive to the end of your dryer cycle, as not all clothes are completely wrinkle proof. I also suggest not sorting socks. Just throw them in the drawer or a basket. Come on, admit that you too have at least one kid that purposely mis-matches her/his socks. They love the power!

 

  originally written 2/25/2008

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For My Inaugural Blog, I Bring You Thoughts on the Bathroom

Emergency Exit
Do my children think the bathroom is an emergency exit? Where do they think I am going?

If someone were to invent a time machine or a travel machine it would have to be small enough to fit in a small bathroom.

Why? My children must think that there is an emergency exit or time portal in the bathroom. If I can catch that rare moment to get away and empty my bladder, my children flock just outside the bathroom door!

Yes, an actual “travel” machine would be a savior to mothers everywhere. We could simply excuse ourselves to the bathroom and . . . escape. Maybe we could visit Hawaii, or Australia, or a European castle where we would be treated like a queen. I do not mean just “queen of the throne.”

Safety in Numbers
At least when I do go to the bathroom I know that everyone is safe. It’s the one time I know exactly where everyone is. Because they huddle outside the door. It does not matter if you DO NOT excuse yourself to the bathroom. Somehow they know . . . and they come running full force!

Even though they are screaming and pounding on the door, fortunately I can block it out and actually have a moment’s peace, knowing right where everyone is and what they are doing. It is a brief peace however. Not even close to “5 Minutes . . . “

Soon enough the kids realize that each of their siblings is standing at the door with them. Their hits to the door quickly turn to hits to each other. And thus I say goodbye to my momentary respite. Well, “1 ½ Minutes . . . “ is better then nothing.