I haven't blogged for a while. Unfortunately it's not because I lack material to write about. My kids continue to give me great stories, gray hair and a lot of stress on a daily basis. Take this first picture for example....Sprite, High School Musical Bubble Bath, Water, Paper Plates, Markers, Cars and a Brand New Art Kit. Now, I believe in creative art and free style drawing and painting but there is a line. I cannot count how many of these art sets we've gone through. I won't buy them anymore, not even off the 75% off clearance shelf. Most kids I know like to use paper so that mom or grandma can hang their beautiful masterpieces on the refrigerator but not mine. They know I am going crazy with all the clutter around so they just paint the table and the chairs and the floor and the walls and the mail and the dishes and anything else nearby knowing that I will get my camera out and savor their masterpieces that way....thereby reducing the paper clutter on my fridge. Thanks kids for thinking of me.
Two weekends ago we took our first camping trip with the recently acquired pop up tent trailer. Jade stayed with my parents so that she could take a Babysitting CPR class. We also sent over Gunpowder and Lead (Bunnies) as well as Crush (the turtle) so that they wouldn't have to drive to our house to feed them. (Saving them lots of money in gas!) We figured the cats would be okay if we left them with plenty of food and water. They go in and out as they please and would have those big ugly moth looking bugs for entertainment. When we got home Harley was there to greet us. She followed me into the bedroom where I sat on the bed and talked to her for a couple of seconds, which then brought Minnie Pearl out from under the bed. A walk into the garage brought Josiah out of his sleeping spot but Grizabella had not shown her beautiful gray face yet. So we started unloading all our junk from the trip. About an hour after being home I listened to the phone messages and there was one from a man who said he needed to talk to an adult (probably because it's our kids voices on the message) and then he said, "It's about Grizabella" and he left his number. I checked to see when he had called and it said 9am on Saturday. Crap! It was now late Sunday night. The messages kept playing and then there was one from the animal shelter. They asked us to call them about Grizabella but didn't tell us why. Though I already knew deep down why, I wasn't ready to believe it just yet. So I made Jim call the man. He said he found her on the side of the road, and described the street right where our house is, she'd been hit. When we didn't respond (because we weren't home) he called the animal shelter who came and picked her sweet little body up. They called Monday morning and said they had her collar if we wanted it and asked if we wanted them to take care of her body. I said yes. All our cats who have died in the past 12 years have been buried out at my parents property. But I really didn't want to go pick up a dead cat so that I could take her out to my parents and spend a couple hours trying to dig a hole in their hard dirt, so I let them take care of her. Weird. What sucks is that I just bought her a new scratching post/bed because the kids broke the other one by sitting and climbing on it. Out of the four cats, she is the one who was always found sleeping in it. It was like she told the other cats that it was hers and they'd better not even think of getting in it. And they didn't. I finally thought to vacuum clean it to get her scent out of it and now the other three have all been seen in it. Whew!
This is just how my life is...one mess after another. It's not like we don't have any paper in the house. They just prefer furniture. They also prefer instant gratification, as many kids do...adults too. Countless times I have said, "Give me a minute to finish this and I will get you some paper and set you up to color/paint/play with play-doh/whatever" but 2-3 minutes is just way too long for them. And Lord forbid if they have to clean up their previous mess first! So what seems to happen several times a week is that I will finish switching the laundry or paying a bill or watering a plant or whatever and I will go to get out the supplies only to find that they are already out and spilled all over or little hands have spread them around the house, causing my patience to boil and me to yell WHY?!?! I then get some answer that sounds like, "because I wanted to." I tell them to start cleaning it up but they don't and I end up cleaning them and the mess up and they win! They defeated mom once again. UGH!!! I have to admit that after the initial shock my reaction is usually laughter but not in front of them, I wouldn't want them to think I thought it was okay to do it again. :P
I guess Naissa didn't want to be left out so she made her own frozen concoction of water and bananans. Maybe I should check the freezer for all my missing dishes.
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