Friday, September 25, 2009

The Futility

I know everyone has experienced feelings of futility when doing housework. Dishes are finally washed only to reach even greater heights the next day. The floors are vacuumed and then the toddler decides that her cereal belongs on the floor. Laundry is folded and put away and then the baby's diaper explodes and necessitates the whole cycle to start again.

I spent a full hour cleaning. If you have small children you know what an accomplishment that is. And the house looked worse than when I started. Or maybe I simply noticed the stuff that needed to be done that had been hidden by the layer I just cleaned/organized. I am sorely tempted to call Merry Maids and have someone clean my entire domicile. Maybe then I could stay ahead of things until Damm gets back.

But who wants to talk about cleaning? It's boring. Thanksgiving and Christmas are around the corner and I'm feeling crafty (the chances of my house ever getting cleaned are dipping lower as I think more on crafty stuff to do). Sugar cookies need to be made and this year the Orclette can help me. She loves to cook. And we can buy cookie cutter shapes and sprinkles and frosting ... and then there are Christmas ornaments to be made which she can also help with ...

If only it would start feeling like fall. We're still getting temps in the 90's.

I think a trip to B&N is in order. The Christmas magazines have already started to come out. Happy happy joy joyness.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Wednesday Already

I want a laptop again. Co-ordinating non-crying times to get onto a stationary computer is too much work most days.

I really don't have anything to write about. Other than I'm tired and want to go back to bed. I remember the days when I could do that ... sigh. Maybe in a couple of years I'll be able to do that. In fact the Orclette may beg me too-everything is funner when mom is asleep :D At least it was when I was growing up.

New season of NCIS has started. Father-in-law also likes the show so he tapes 'em which means I'll actually see them before the next season starts. And I'm the one with cable and he only has rabbit ears (or something like that).

5 weeks after the birth of Miniorc and my run/walking rotation is at 3minutes running/2minutes walking. I'm not running fast-I look like a plodder I'm sure.

49 days til Damm gets home. Sometimes I wish I could slash at the calendar and the days would just fall away.

And the Orclette reports that she's "crying." But she burst into laughter after telling me that. Toddlers do say the darndest things.