With keeping the house in shape like Martha Stewart on Meth, I’ve kept the laundry up at a pace that has made Daren question my identity upon returning home to find socks! underwear! and REAL FOLDED T-SHIRTS alongside REAL FOLDED SHORTS in his drawers. Gone are the days of rifling through laundry basket number 5 to find work pants that aren’t as wrinkled as Estelle Getty’s face.
We had showing after showing after open house after open house these past few days and the kids have been great in keeping their rooms clean. Dylan has earned some extra allowance through the many benefits of child labour, and Thomas has earned his 3 bucks a week by chucking his toys into the toy box before bed and showings.
Lately I’ve noticed that Thomas has been really good about putting his clothes in the hamper and it doesn’t look like a teenage girls’ bedroom with the floor missing to hills and valleys of clothes. (He used to change 6-10 times a day and throw stuff everywhere. Ahhh… my little stripper.)
With all this running out of the house so strangers could look at (but not buy) our house, I ran a bit behind on the laundry. (Not that Daren bringing back a weeks worth helps any.) I guess I shouldn’t expect the frat house to have laundry facilities when they don’t even have curtains or um, sheets on the air mattresses. Yeah.
On an aside, I do feel terrible that Daren who works his ass off all week is sleeping on an air mattress while I’m all up in the comfort of my Serta, so I’m careful to sprawl right out while he’s away to ensure even wear on our new bed. Very generous of me, I know.
So tonight after returning from a lovely dinner at my in-laws, where our Asian Slaw Salad was a hit and we had great conversation, I brought the boys home while Daren stayed there and watched the football game with his dad. The boys were co-operative as I cleaned the kitchen up and straightened the house. I grabbed our laundry so Daren wouldn’t have to go to work naked. (They frown upon that there, especially seeing as he works with 99% men. Um, ew.)
The boys’ laundry was caught up as of Friday so I thought I’d throw what little bit they had in and was surprised to see Thomas’ hamper half full. Nevertheless, I brought it all down in Thomas’ hamper and started the washer, throwing Daren’s stuff in and hoping I had enough room for all the coloured stuff.
Near the bottom, I began to pull out Thomas’ clothes, that were NEATLY FOLDED.
The little bugger earns his 3 bucks a week by cleaning his room…into his hamper.
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Karen
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I used to belong to a gym and loved it. I went at least 3-5 days a week, and felt good. When I went all the time, my stress level was low, and I enjoyed the time away from Thomas as he played in the daycare.
I don’t know why I quit going. I fell off the fitness wagon last year sometime and now I’m Yelly Mom. I need to go back if for nothing else, my sanity. So here’s my commitment to me now that Dylan is back at school and things are settling down somewhat: Monday to Friday, at 9 a.m., I have a date with myself. To drop Thomas off at the daycare and work this booty.
Tomorrow I meet with a customer service person and we will walk through the new club so she can show me everything. My only concern was that when we move, that I can transfer to the gym in the new town and yes, I can. And yes, they have childcare too.
Hooray!
I’m dead serious about this. I loved it before but I never committed to 5 days a week before. I’m going to explore the different classes, and get into this routine for me. I’m excited about this, elated even. I haven’t really done much for my body all summer except drink too much and eat too much and then fall into the starvation trap, and believe me, it is NOT PRETTY. Binge and purge is not the new black. I want to feel strong again. Both physically and mentally.
I just wish Richard Simmons lived here because Dude! He would totally get my ass in gear! Then we could go shopping and cook dinner together and gossip about you. And you. And definitely YOU.
Sigh. Anyway…
Thomas didn’t return to (ghetto) pre-school this month because we felt the other (ghetto) kids there were attributing to bad habits that we didn’t want for our oh-so-innocent child. Oh did you see me roll my eyes? I know he isn’t an angel, but the swearing, yelling, screaming - it’s all ceased over the summer, so we decided not to go back. I might look for a (non-ghetto) preschool in the new town, but we’ll see if he likes the gym daycare instead.
So the new town…the house front….it’s exciting. We lost the house to other buyers because our house hadn’t sold yet. My Granny told me that things happen for a reason and she was right.
Daren and I got a sitter late last week and walked through a raised ranch that we fell in love with. It’s done by the same builder who built the first house we fell in love with and the builder told us to pick out a lot and he will build the house any which way we want. We get to pick everything from the ground up and meet with designers and suppliers and this is going to be SO. FUN. I will be soliciting advice right here in the coming months so get ready for dumb! questions! This is coming from a girl who grew up in an apartment, so forgive me for being naive. Also, I cannot get off of www.kitchens.com - so addictive.
And because the excitement never ends around here, I have to wrap this up because the raccoon dudes are coming to evict some critter(s?) out of our attic. Yay.
