Okay - Kiersten woke me up this morning asking me if I could do some laundry today. "Fine, what do you need?" "I need shirts" okay - so I guess I could do a load.
Here's the problem. I used to LOVE doing laundry. Especially after I went from my lowly 8 pounds of clothes washing machine to my triple capacity ultra duty front loader 24 pounds of clothes front load washer. I would merrily call up Ross and tell him "I'm doing laundry" as I sit in front of the window of the front load washing machine watching the clothes go around and around.
Well, we moved, as you know, and our laundry room is 2nd level. I guess that wouldn't be so bad, I mean, out of sight, out of mind, BUT apparently my fancy schmancy triple capacity ultra duty front load washing machine is not top floor rated. Meaning - the trusses between the first and second levels of this house act as a trampoline and every time the washing machine goes into spin cycle, the house bounces slightly off it's foundation.
So I avoid laundry.
But Kiersten needs shirts.
So I brought my two baskets of dirty clothes UP the stairs - which is something that a puky sick zero energy person should NEVER have to do - and started sorting.
The laundry room - well, here's how it's "normally" set up.
I have four stackable laundry baskets - and I sort clothes accordingly - whites in the top basket, under that one is pastelish type colors, you know, light blues, greens, some yellow's, you know - colors, the next one I have darks - reserved for mostly jeans, but dress socks go in there, too...and the bottom basket is all reddish flavored clothes - pink, red, orange, purple, you know...
SO I start to sort with what I have. Too many clothes - baskets are already all full...stuffed, in fact, like the laundry baskets just had a triple serving of thanksgiving dinner.
So I grabbed all my laundry hampers & decided to dump them out & use my hampers to help me in the sorting process.
I have officially finished sorting. Because of the amount of clothes in each basket, I furthered the sorting colors to be more specific. I now have the following FULL (meaning at least 24 pounds of dirty clothes in each basket) sorted loads prepared to take their ride on the trampoline machine...(talk about double agitation load, eh?!)
I have:
a yellow load
a green load
a dark green load
a light blue load
a dark blue load
2 jeans loads
a light brown load
a completely white load
a mostly white load (white shirts w/ colored collars/or dish towels that were once white)
a socks load
a PINK UNDERWEAR load (I know what you're thinking "how can she have 24 pounds of pink underwear?" - and well, let me just say that - well, not all of it's dry...and some of it is - well, deemed "last chance" as far as shouldn't go in a load with other clothes - so maybe I don't have 24 pounds of pink underwear, closer to maybe 20, but still - I'm using the "sanitary" cycle for that load!!)
I also have a
Light BLUE pastel load
a brown load
lets not discount the load of garments,
An orange load
a purple load
a tye die load (yah, welcome to the 70's!)
a red load
a beach towel load
AND last, but certainly not least, I have a basket full of mated socks and folded pants and shirts from the last stint of laundry I did, all found in the dirty clothes, but KNOWN TO ME to be clean. Just gone from the folded pile to the hamper in one swift move.
I also have 3 sheet loads and two rug loads (boys bathroom toilet - uh - muddy water overflowed - just know they snuck them in the dirty clothes without telling anyone)
I will not be done with laundry for a week - and that's just the stuff I have.
If I ran these loads back to back - with an average of an hour each load (it's slightly longer) I would be doing laundry for two days straight.
And whose going to fold all that?
I think after I wash it all, I'll just throw it back in their dirty clothes hampers & save them the trouble of having to put stuff away...
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Kid brag
I often wonder about people who brag about how great their kids are. I think, for the most part, my kids are pretty great...Like, as I haven't been feeling well, Kiersten has stepped up and made dinner the last 3 nights (and tonight she's making chicken croissants).
I think good moms make lazy kids. They do everything...clean their kids rooms, fold their kids laundry, do their kids homework - and their kids never have to do any cleaning because the mom does it all, in fact, the kids, for the most part, don't even learn how to read because mom reads them books every night before bed...why learn to read when you have a mom who will do it for ya?
I should take a certain amount of pride & brag to my friends about it, but then it occurs to me, what other 11 year old makes dinner for a family of 7 (really 8 since Pete's in town again) every night when she comes home from school?
And why does my friend stare in shock as Kiersten stands over a pan of hot oil frying chicken cutlets? I don't know? She's quite capable, she's been doing it since she was 8 or 9? I know, I know, call CPS, there is a foster family out there that needs someone to cook for them!!!
So I won't brag about how "great" my kids are, but dis on myself - because it takes a truly lazy mom to create such work horses. Am I happy? Maybe, but when they have kids of their own, their kids are gonna be lay-hay-hay-zee!
I think good moms make lazy kids. They do everything...clean their kids rooms, fold their kids laundry, do their kids homework - and their kids never have to do any cleaning because the mom does it all, in fact, the kids, for the most part, don't even learn how to read because mom reads them books every night before bed...why learn to read when you have a mom who will do it for ya?
I should take a certain amount of pride & brag to my friends about it, but then it occurs to me, what other 11 year old makes dinner for a family of 7 (really 8 since Pete's in town again) every night when she comes home from school?
And why does my friend stare in shock as Kiersten stands over a pan of hot oil frying chicken cutlets? I don't know? She's quite capable, she's been doing it since she was 8 or 9? I know, I know, call CPS, there is a foster family out there that needs someone to cook for them!!!
So I won't brag about how "great" my kids are, but dis on myself - because it takes a truly lazy mom to create such work horses. Am I happy? Maybe, but when they have kids of their own, their kids are gonna be lay-hay-hay-zee!
Monday, August 20, 2007
What a weekend!
It started out by my not going to sleep until very late. Then very early (4:30) Ross got us up to hit the road. Dragged my sick & tired butt to the car & fell asleep before we left the driveway. Woke up around 8 & told him I was in the mood for scrambled eggs with fresh tomatoes.
What Heidi wants, Heidi gets. At least that's what I was thinking. Ross tried to rational with me that McDonalds won't accommodate that request- while I told him IHOP would. Just as he's telling me that we have no time for IHOP, we passed a sign - 6 miles ahead - I had 6 miles to convince him that if I didn't get scrambled eggs & fresh tomatoes his car would smell like puke.
It worked. Breakfast at IHOP. Of course, I could only eat a few bites, then hit the public toilets to give the porcelain a taste of non-digested food...it was pleased.
We left again and got to the fancy schmancy hotel in Newport Beach. Now, since this was a due diligence meeting for him, it was paid for by the hosting company. They like their potential salesmen to think they're doing good - so they get the fanciest hotel around. And we pulled up to it at 11:15 a.m. Remember I left at 4:30 in the morning after only about 4 hours of sleep and didn't have a toothbrush -- or even a pony in my hair...we pulled up to the hotel where two men came running to the car. Ross unrolled my window & asked where the parking was. "We are 100% valet here at The Fairmont" oh - okay - so lets get out. I grabbed my body pillow, my feather pillow, my shoes and Brynn's diaper bag. The two dudes eager for a tip loaded up the suitcase, the graco port-a-crib and my pilla's!
I told him I wanted the stroller, Ross said I wouldn't need it and to leave it in the car. I told him I needed it cause I would get lost if I drove anywhere, if I walked somewhere I could easily find my way back..."no, you don't need it, you'll be fine" and both the dudes wanting a tip stood and listened to our discussion...I was too tired to fight him so we went inside while they drove our car to a secluded area for parking.
We went in to check in - and OF COURSE - they didn't have a room ready for us - and Ross had an 11:30 lunch meeting - so I told him I'd wait in the lobby while they were getting the room ready. They said they'd call me when it was ready - but they had some kind of cell phone block cause I couldn't get reception in the lobby...
Yes, the story has a point.
Brynn, having been in a car for the last 5 hours wanted to explore. I let her go a few feet here & there, but mostly she stayed close while I tried to sit motionless. She's in her tinkerbell jamma's. Classy - yes, indeed. Incidentally - this is the kind of hotel that has a bartender walking around the lobby to make sure you remain happy while you're --- doing whatever it is you're doing in the lobby...
I start to notice that it won't be long before I will no longer be able to contain the rest of my breakfast and before I could ask where the restroom is - I grabbed Brynn and headed toward the most secluded corner of the lobby to as not to be conspicuous. But alas, my attempt was futile. Chunks came up. Right there on the marble floor in the lobby. I assessed the surrounding to see how many people may or may not have witnessed this event. Apparently not ONE person missed it. All heads were turned my way. As rather concerned concierge approached me, she could see from the look in my eyes that I was not yet finished conversing with my scrambled eggs & pointed me to the restroom - where I went running as fast as I could with a handful of vomit and an armful of 2 year old. I was incidentally wearing sneakers which - squeak like a basketball player on a full court press when you walk on marble....all the way to the fancy toilet...where a lady was inside just waiting to hand me a paper towel, little did she know her restroom training skills were about to be tested to their full capacity...as I threw Brynn on the ground and went into the handicapped stall (which is the best place to puke cause you have a little hand rail you can use to keep your upper body out of the toilet!)
Brynn toddles up to the crippled toilet and asks me "you sick ma?" at this point the restroom is full of concerned employees - wanting to know exactly how contagious I am.
Never fear - "It's not contagious"
"Oh, honey, are you going through chemo?"
"NO, no, I'm okay, I'm just....YACK"
"It's okay, do you need anything?"
"I'm fine, I'm so sorry about that mess out there! It's just that I'm....B-YUICK...so sorry! I'm pregnant and not feeling very well."
Well, that was apparently worth it - because within a matter of seconds, they escorted me up to the hotel room where I remained until the next morning when I checked out - I got a standing ovation on my way out.
Okay - not really - but how much of the story can I drag out? I mean - I got into the hotel room - and really needed to put something into my mouth - Ross heard the commotion and brought me up some fruit from his lunch/meeting...Brynn really enjoyed that, but fruit was the last thing on my mind. I found some M&Ms - those would do. I thought the kindly restroom attendant brought them for me, but it turns out, they put M&Ms in everyone's room to tempt sick pregnant ladies. And it worked. As we got the bill for "our" portion of the hotel - I was charged $4 for the 5 pieces of M&Ms that I took. I'm SO glad I didn't down the brandy - $25 - and I'm sure it doesn't go well with M&Ms!
I ordered Room service that night - because Ross was at a dinner meeting (thanks for bringing me to newport beach, dear) - it was some kind of steak panini with vomit-smelling cheese - I'm sure they were trying to pay me back - however, the strawberry shake was divine - and even the weed they put on the diner cart was arranged nicely in it's pot...the french fried kept brynn busy as I passed out on the bed hoping that Ross would bring me something REAL to eat by way of Doggie bag...but no...it didn't happen.
IHOP for breakfast - $28.97
M&Ms for stomach stability - $4
Vomit smelling dinner sandwich - $45
Look on employees faces as I was leaving hotel: PRICELESS
Of course, there's so much more to this story...but I'm feeling a little drained. So maybe you can have part II tomorrow?
What Heidi wants, Heidi gets. At least that's what I was thinking. Ross tried to rational with me that McDonalds won't accommodate that request- while I told him IHOP would. Just as he's telling me that we have no time for IHOP, we passed a sign - 6 miles ahead - I had 6 miles to convince him that if I didn't get scrambled eggs & fresh tomatoes his car would smell like puke.
It worked. Breakfast at IHOP. Of course, I could only eat a few bites, then hit the public toilets to give the porcelain a taste of non-digested food...it was pleased.
We left again and got to the fancy schmancy hotel in Newport Beach. Now, since this was a due diligence meeting for him, it was paid for by the hosting company. They like their potential salesmen to think they're doing good - so they get the fanciest hotel around. And we pulled up to it at 11:15 a.m. Remember I left at 4:30 in the morning after only about 4 hours of sleep and didn't have a toothbrush -- or even a pony in my hair...we pulled up to the hotel where two men came running to the car. Ross unrolled my window & asked where the parking was. "We are 100% valet here at The Fairmont" oh - okay - so lets get out. I grabbed my body pillow, my feather pillow, my shoes and Brynn's diaper bag. The two dudes eager for a tip loaded up the suitcase, the graco port-a-crib and my pilla's!
I told him I wanted the stroller, Ross said I wouldn't need it and to leave it in the car. I told him I needed it cause I would get lost if I drove anywhere, if I walked somewhere I could easily find my way back..."no, you don't need it, you'll be fine" and both the dudes wanting a tip stood and listened to our discussion...I was too tired to fight him so we went inside while they drove our car to a secluded area for parking.
We went in to check in - and OF COURSE - they didn't have a room ready for us - and Ross had an 11:30 lunch meeting - so I told him I'd wait in the lobby while they were getting the room ready. They said they'd call me when it was ready - but they had some kind of cell phone block cause I couldn't get reception in the lobby...
Yes, the story has a point.
Brynn, having been in a car for the last 5 hours wanted to explore. I let her go a few feet here & there, but mostly she stayed close while I tried to sit motionless. She's in her tinkerbell jamma's. Classy - yes, indeed. Incidentally - this is the kind of hotel that has a bartender walking around the lobby to make sure you remain happy while you're --- doing whatever it is you're doing in the lobby...
I start to notice that it won't be long before I will no longer be able to contain the rest of my breakfast and before I could ask where the restroom is - I grabbed Brynn and headed toward the most secluded corner of the lobby to as not to be conspicuous. But alas, my attempt was futile. Chunks came up. Right there on the marble floor in the lobby. I assessed the surrounding to see how many people may or may not have witnessed this event. Apparently not ONE person missed it. All heads were turned my way. As rather concerned concierge approached me, she could see from the look in my eyes that I was not yet finished conversing with my scrambled eggs & pointed me to the restroom - where I went running as fast as I could with a handful of vomit and an armful of 2 year old. I was incidentally wearing sneakers which - squeak like a basketball player on a full court press when you walk on marble....all the way to the fancy toilet...where a lady was inside just waiting to hand me a paper towel, little did she know her restroom training skills were about to be tested to their full capacity...as I threw Brynn on the ground and went into the handicapped stall (which is the best place to puke cause you have a little hand rail you can use to keep your upper body out of the toilet!)
Brynn toddles up to the crippled toilet and asks me "you sick ma?" at this point the restroom is full of concerned employees - wanting to know exactly how contagious I am.
Never fear - "It's not contagious"
"Oh, honey, are you going through chemo?"
"NO, no, I'm okay, I'm just....YACK"
"It's okay, do you need anything?"
"I'm fine, I'm so sorry about that mess out there! It's just that I'm....B-YUICK...so sorry! I'm pregnant and not feeling very well."
Well, that was apparently worth it - because within a matter of seconds, they escorted me up to the hotel room where I remained until the next morning when I checked out - I got a standing ovation on my way out.
Okay - not really - but how much of the story can I drag out? I mean - I got into the hotel room - and really needed to put something into my mouth - Ross heard the commotion and brought me up some fruit from his lunch/meeting...Brynn really enjoyed that, but fruit was the last thing on my mind. I found some M&Ms - those would do. I thought the kindly restroom attendant brought them for me, but it turns out, they put M&Ms in everyone's room to tempt sick pregnant ladies. And it worked. As we got the bill for "our" portion of the hotel - I was charged $4 for the 5 pieces of M&Ms that I took. I'm SO glad I didn't down the brandy - $25 - and I'm sure it doesn't go well with M&Ms!
I ordered Room service that night - because Ross was at a dinner meeting (thanks for bringing me to newport beach, dear) - it was some kind of steak panini with vomit-smelling cheese - I'm sure they were trying to pay me back - however, the strawberry shake was divine - and even the weed they put on the diner cart was arranged nicely in it's pot...the french fried kept brynn busy as I passed out on the bed hoping that Ross would bring me something REAL to eat by way of Doggie bag...but no...it didn't happen.
IHOP for breakfast - $28.97
M&Ms for stomach stability - $4
Vomit smelling dinner sandwich - $45
Look on employees faces as I was leaving hotel: PRICELESS
Of course, there's so much more to this story...but I'm feeling a little drained. So maybe you can have part II tomorrow?
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Accounting
Okay - I did everything I listed yesterday EXCEPT dust. And I did two more loads of laundry today. Still feel like a pile of great goobly-gah, but I figure it's not going away - I might as well just get used to it and try to be productive with it.
Going to Newport Beach tomorrow with Ross & Brynn - not that I'm feeling up to travelling, I'm just going so I don't have to do any more laundry.
I'll be back on Saturday sometime.
Going to Newport Beach tomorrow with Ross & Brynn - not that I'm feeling up to travelling, I'm just going so I don't have to do any more laundry.
I'll be back on Saturday sometime.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
messy house
well, I have just enough energy to post that I Have no energy to clean my house - but today I'm going to do something. Energy or not, I'm going to do the following (and I'm posting it hopefully because I need some accountability)
Take Brynn on a walk (I actually already did this, but had to put it on my list!)
Iron Ross' shirts
clean my room
empty diaper genie
empty other garbages
load dishwasher
wash pots & pans
clean kitchen counters
wash 2 loads of laundry
fold 2 loads of laundry
put away 2 loads of laundry
dust
okay - so that's not a ton, but I'll feel like something got done. Poor Ross has been living in filth so long, it's really starting to eat at him! I need to probably take Loosi to get a bath - she reeks! But that's kind of low on my priority list.
OH - YES! Brynn is asking for a nap - looks like the cleaning will be done AFTER her nap (cause I'm going to nap, too!! YAY!)
Take Brynn on a walk (I actually already did this, but had to put it on my list!)
Iron Ross' shirts
clean my room
empty diaper genie
empty other garbages
load dishwasher
wash pots & pans
clean kitchen counters
wash 2 loads of laundry
fold 2 loads of laundry
put away 2 loads of laundry
dust
okay - so that's not a ton, but I'll feel like something got done. Poor Ross has been living in filth so long, it's really starting to eat at him! I need to probably take Loosi to get a bath - she reeks! But that's kind of low on my priority list.
OH - YES! Brynn is asking for a nap - looks like the cleaning will be done AFTER her nap (cause I'm going to nap, too!! YAY!)
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
My motivation
is out the winda. I'm tired just thinking about watching aerobics on tv.
and lets hear it for the school supplies left out. In this particular picture, you can't fully appreciate the "lipstick" on her chin, but let me assure you, I am sending the cleaning bill to whatever DUMBA$$ teacher put a "red sharpie" on the school supply list.
and lets hear it for the school supplies left out. In this particular picture, you can't fully appreciate the "lipstick" on her chin, but let me assure you, I am sending the cleaning bill to whatever DUMBA$$ teacher put a "red sharpie" on the school supply list.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Kali's baptism
Yep, she got baptized! It was a nice hour. Her dad & grandpa confirmed her and we came home to open birthday presents and have cake.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
End of year Syncro Party (updated)
We went to the ice skating rink for the syncro party. All the kids joined in - it was good fun for the first 5 minutes. I tried to tell Howie that if he went a little faster, it would be easier to stay up - apparently that didn't work, since he fell flat on his face & gashed his eyebrow open.
Everyone at the rink was pretty impressed with me, as I sent one of the parents next door to walmart to get me some superglue. Saved me $500 ER bucks! I glued it shut and he went back out skating in no time at all! He's better this morning, although, he might have slept funny on it, cause it looks like the outer edge opened back up?
Either way - he proudly holds his scar and shows everyone who comes over.
"Toe Pick" So here's the update - he was running around and with it being humid - that opened back WIDE...
so I took him in and got some stitches. (sorry about the quality - the wide open gash was the only one I had the "real" camera for, the others are my camera phone. He got 4 stitches. And again - he's just thrilled about it - initiation into manhood. Right now the doctor glued some kind of band aid stuff on it so it stayed dry - sadly, he couldn't go swimming at the year end swim team party. We took him out for a sugar high instead. Good parents.
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