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Two busy people: the difference is one needs supervision, the other to keep a sense of humor
I started cleaning out my office, aka The Library. It’s a major project due to months of neglect and me being too busy to do it. Now I’m finding it hard to find what I need, like my often-used three-holed punch, and pack of index cards, so it’s time I ignore Twitter instead and organize. I’ve implemented a new strategy for teaching the three big ones, adding subjects for Susan, 10, my eldest child. Kitchen transformation crawling due to Doc returning to his real job.
Even my Dell got a tidying. I’d be onto my third cup of coffee before it was ready to come out to play in the morning. Ran Spybot and Registry Fix as per Doc’s instructions, because he knows way more than I about computers. I just want to turn it on and start typing or Twittering or deleting email (Note to self: do something about email, maybe cut a few Yahoo! groups, you wade through too much, Monica).
So that’s what I’ve been doing the first week of the year. All that and Toddler Wrangling. Lucy gets away with more mischief than the bigger three ever did. Back then, when they were little, and I was more of a control freak and paranoid they would chug candy flavored medicine like sweet soda (Oops. One of them actually did), I employed baby gates to prevent them from escaping into No-Toddlers-Allowed Land.
Now with older kids home all day, Lucy has full access to the kid’s bathroom so she can play in the sink with the toothpaste, soap and various other fun playthings.
And can I just share with you something gross? You with perfect children or are easily offended may need to skip this paragraph. She wipes her little bottom on the hand towel kept on the counter top. I’m pleased she’s into bodily cleanliness, but this fanny wiping with the towel meant for clean hands has got to stop.
She’ll be four in April, so Lord willing (please, God!), she’ll outgrow her aversion to toilet paper soon. At least all this is happening in the kid’s bath and not the Master Bath. No, sir. My bathroom is reserved for playing with mommy’s make up or squirelling away the shiny rings mommy leaves next to the sink. Again, I’m hoping/praying/crossing my fingers she gets it together soon because I’m out of practice when it comes to micromanaging a little one. I’ve been spoiled with the bigguns. With them I only have to make sure they don’t burn the house down trying to cook microwave popcorn in a toaster oven.
Happy New Year
I know. Fabulous blog post title, eh? I’m so original.
First, before I wish you a Happy New Year, etc., etc., I simply must give you an update on Kitchen Construction (Day 14). Because I know you’ve been dying, literally lying awake at night wondering, how’s it going? Is it near completion? And are they sick of take out Chinese food and pizza?
Answers: It’s going well. Doc is a work horse. It’s a bit of a job, so much more to do. Poor Doc. And yes, we grown-ups (translation: those that care) are tired of the take-out. Never did I think I would live to see the day. Me, tired of Bo Bo Kitchen’s Hunan Triple Delight.
But I am. And it’s all worth it. Here’s the latest picture.
As for last night, this was the first year we stayed up together to welcome the New Year. We all made it, minus one. Lucy went until past 10 p.m. then crashed, snuggled up in her toddler bed. I think this is the last year we’ll have a toddler bed in the house. She’s outgrowing it fast.
History has proved me a lousy late night party girl, except last night, when Susan asked me if I was going to stay up with her to see the new year come in. How could I say no? Her excitement of staying up hours past bedtime, with a party atmosphere complete with chocolates, salty chips and sugary drinks was infectious.
Almost didn’t make it. I did Movie Time (Prince Caspian), with popcorn and mozzarella sticks, washed up the dished in the utility sink and declared to everyone I was thinking of going to bed, but when I got under the covers, at the last minute I picked up a novel from the bedside. I read several chapters when the noise outside the window started. Fireworks. I made it into the New Year, wide awake, with Jem and Scout to distract me from sleep.
When I ran out to the living room, to see if everyone else had heard the fireworks, I found Doc and the boys playing Risk (Lord of the Rings version) and Susan on the computer. I went into the kitchen to see if I could see the last of the fireworks, forgetting the room is without windows at the moment.
How did you celebrate the New Year?