Saturday, October 22, 2005

Work, work, work.

As I sit here, my face freckled with paint, I'm thinking about all that my husband and I have done in the past 24 hours. I have to say that we've been busy.

Last night, after Dak went to bed, but while Boogie was still awake, we taped the ceilings and baseboards, around the fireplace and the windows in the living room to get ready to paint today. I'm so proud of us. After only 4 1/2 years of living in our house, we finally got around to painting the room some other color than white ... well to be fair, it's not white, it's "white shadow" which clearly is a much more daring color than white.

So we prepped the room, and decided to start painting today when we'd have more light. The other reason is because we had a garage sale this morning ... well, more like a driveway sale, but hey, that's what it said on all the signs. So after we taped up the room, I had to go through all of the clothes in my closet, throwing away all the clothes that are 1-2 sizes too big. I've finally realized that baggy clothes are not flattering, so I got rid of about 17 pairs of pants, and several bulky sweaters. We had tons of Dak's old baby clothes, and accessories, like the changing table, his infant carrier, and the jumper that he's outgrown. We also had the old desk and chair that we aren't using since we remodeled the office.

So we had a ton of stuff to get ready for the garage sale this morning. About that ... some people are crazy garage sale people. I woke up this morning at 6:30, and saw headlights shining in our front window. I looked outside, and there were people, in the dark, walking up to our neighbor''s house as they were setting up their stuff. It's dark outside, people! How do you know if you're getting good stuff when it's dark?

The good thing is even though we didn't get everything out until about 7:30 (we had to feed and dress the kids first), we got rid of all of the big stuff, and most of the clothes. We just have a small garbage bag of stuff to bring to Goodwill. And we made $210! Not bad for 4 hours work.

After we packed up the garage sale stuff, we came in an started painting. We were able to take advantage of the kids' naps, and get almost the entire room done before they woke up. Since we didn't want them hanging out in a paint-fume-filled room, after we finished, we took them to get some winter clothes with the earnings from the day, and then went to dinner. Now they're both in bed, and I can finally relax. Until tomorrow, when we have to move all the furniture back into the room, when the 8 loads of laundry need to get done, when I need to clean the kitchen and sweep the floors.

I guess my work is never done!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

To the lady in the mall parking lot

Maybe no one has told you, but you have to watch your kids closely, especially in the street. Maybe you thought that it was only a parking lot, but have you not seen how quickly cars drive up and down the lanes? Maybe you thought that since your son was in a stroller that he was safe. Apparently you were mistaken.

Your son has legs long enough to reach the ground in the stroller. How else could he have pushed himself backward to roll into the middle of the lane? Where were you when I saw this? I was busy buckling my own son in his stroller, but still saw him moving into oncoming traffic. Ok, maybe there were no cars coming at that particular moment, but there could have been.

As I watched him roll into the street I looked for you. Then I saw you come around the car, cigarette dangling from your mouth, your tank top showing your scary tattoos. I was afraid to say anything to you, but I should have been more afraid for him. You didn't even say anything to him. Just gave him a bottle that he was clearly too old for, and started pushing him toward the mall.

Even if you can't watch him, he needs to know that he can't just go in the street like that. You didn't say a word. Do you care more about lighting up your smoke than his safety? I pray that he has a guardian angel to protect him, since you clearly are not doing your job.

I've said my piece.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

It doesn't get any better than this

As I was driving the family to breakfast this morning, the conversation in the car went something like this:

My husband: Boogie, you know who I love?
Boogie: Who?
MH: Mommy.
Boogie: I love mommy too.
MH: I love mommy this much (stretching his arms wide).
Boogie: I love mommy this much (I assume stretching her arms wide ... I couldn't really see her since she sits behind the driver's seat.)
MH: I love mommy up to the sky.
Boogie: I love mommy up to the stars.
MH: I love mommy up to the moon.
Boogie: I love mommy up to the sun.
MH: I love mommy to the farthest galaxy.
Boogie: I love mommy to the clouds.

I guess you can say that I am loved.