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purgeday thursday [and friday]

I’m about to hit my first blogaversary and I still feel like a newbie to the blogging world. Mainly, because I just don’t blog regularly enough. Or even comment on other blogs often. Not because I lack things to say. I just don’t have enough time to say it in. It’s all my effing school work. I’m buried. And I’ve burnt out.  But, I do like blogs, and blogging, and bloggers. I like the link-ups happening all over the place. They’re quite tempting. Even if I can’t find the time to join in. (We’ll except for wordless wednesday, I suppose. But, that’s really just a way to ensure that I post something at least once a week.)    

And then there’s Morgan. You know, over at the 818. She just started a fun weekly series that I feel compelled to join: Purgeday Thursday. Okay, maybe not exactly fun. More like, necessary and fantastic. I mean, who doesn’t need to get rid of un-necessarily crap? (I certainly do.)  And who wouldn’t want a support group while doing said purging? (Honestly, I might need it.)

Purging? Is something I’ve been meaning to do for a while now. We just have a lot of stuff. What’s worse, most of our stuff isn’t even really ours. People keep giving us thing. Things we don’t need. But, I can’t say no. (Not if I want to sleep at night without replaying the situation over and over in my head, knowing that I’ve must have offended them by saying no and have now irrecoverably damaged our relationship. )With all this things comes clutter. Which is mainly contained to the garage or closets.

And then there is the place we affectionately refer to as hoarders corner: 

yikes, this is embarrassing...

 

This is all us. It’s just so much randomness.. a small fortune in change, my mom’s mail (she lived with us up until a few months ago so we’re still getting her mail), window markers/crayons, left over gift bags from the Pea’s party, cords, shoes, books, Eric’s business junk, baby wipes, the broken camera,  a shopping bag, and the realization that I kinda suck at life. In the spirit of full disclosure, the picture is missing a couple cups of coffee and a can of beer (as this is the only furniture we have that’s the podlings can’t reach.) Now for a peek inside the little bins.

 Bin #1 contains: all sorts of paper products: mail, stickers, pictures, receipts, magazines, my dignity and apparently a lint roller:

 Bin #2  contains junk. All sorts of junk:
And Bin # 3 I actually dig. Right now it has all of our winter gear in easy reach. When it gets warmer I swap it out for sunblock, sunglasses, and summer hats:   
 
 Just so you know, I bought these cubbies with good intentions. I thought it would help us become a little more organized. A place to store shoes so we wouldn’t trip on them all over the house or stash our bags when we walk in  the door. A place to hold library books so we don’t forget to return them. Then it just started collecting junk. In an obvious stroke of genius I bought the little bins. I thought they’d help catch the necessary stuff that piles up and looks trashy: like mail, craft projects and whatnot. But, that backfired too. If we’re doing a quick pick up the majority of stuff just gets shoved in so company doesn’t see it.  And the law “out of sight, out of mind” wins every time. I never remember to go back and clean it out until I need something. Then my lack of time comes into play. And sometimes, I’m just overwhelmed with the stuff we have to have but I don’t know what to do with.  So, hoarders corner is where I begin.

Using some of the tips in this post from Morgan and her tips from  Bneato I hope to be able to covert my hoarders corner in to something more manageable. (Now that it’s public, there will be no stopping me.) Check back next week and I’ll post pics of my progress and then I’ll tackle the garage.   Wish me luck.

”The818.com”

(and look at me posting actual words two days in a row.)

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pick of the week

This past week the weather here has been horrible. And completely out of the ordinary. Rain, gray skies, and wind I can deal with. But this… This bitter cold and snow has to go!

Except for a quick trip outside to make a snowman– like so:

Conrad the Snowman

We’ve been stuck inside having dance parties and watching entirely too much tv.  And since I don’t want their brains to rot and drip out of their ears on my watch (just because of a bit of crappy weather) we’ve also been cuddling under blankets with some good books.

So, without further ado here’s my pick(s) of the week:

For the Pea:

A Book of Sleep by Il Sung Na

If you can’t tell but the cover, the illustrations are amazing. My favorite? The pigeons who sleep with one eye open.

for the Danger-man:

You Are Special by Max Lucado

A sweet little tale about a puppet who isn’t liked by all the other puppets but then learns it doesn’t matter. One of my all time favorite children’s book. And I think it’s a good lead in for kindergarten. (Especially since the Danger-man is already a bit worried the other kids won’t like him.)

For mama:

Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk

This book was shoved thru my mail slot on Thursday (thanks to paperbackswap) and I nearly my pants with excitement. I just started so there’s nothing to tell, but it is Chuck Palahniuk so I know I will not be disappointed. (Crap, what does that say about my sense of humor.)

Here’s to hoping next week our weather will be back on track and we can get out of the house.

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oh honey, don’t stop!

That’s exactly what I kept saying in bed last night. But, it’s not what you think.

You see, Eric does this thing where he lightly traces his finger over my face while I’m trying to fall asleep. (It’s the most perfect feeling, sigh.)  He used to do it nearly every night. But,it doesn’t happen as often anymore. Probably because we had kids and he now uses that trick to help the kids fall asleep ( and, I really can’t complain about that.) The only problem is, odds are about 50/50 that Eric will fall asleep first.

Anyway, our poor Pea-face. After discovering that her ears hurt, she proceeded to act accordingly: absolutely effing miserable. (I honestly don’t think she has screamed that much since she was a newborn.) When I finally got her off to sleep, it was short-lived. From upstairs, sans monitor, I could hear her groaning in her sleep. When I went to check on her, she looked so pitiful I thought she needed to sleep with us. Eric protested at first. (Because he remembered what this was like and he was afraid that she hasn’t been weaned long enough to forget about those shenanigans.) But, he took one look at her pitiful little face and made room. The Pea snuggled in happily between us at first but then  just couldn’t get comfortable. She kept flopping around trying to find a comfy spot to go back to sleep. 

When she couldn’t get settled, she opted for screaming. Eric remembered his handy little trick and she quieted down immediately. She was about to drift off when Eric hand stopped moving. The second he fell asleep she started screaming right where she left off. (I suppose I should mention: for the life of me, I can’t do it.  Believe me, I tried. And whenever I try, the kids just brush my hands away.)  True to form she just brushed my hand away and continued screaming. So, I had to wake up Eric and keep him awake until the Pea was out.

Trust me, that phase didn’t seem so dirty at the time. (And, don’t worry, we let him sleep in this morning.)

I don’t think coffee is going to hack it this morning. I may need to go straight for a mimosa or a screwdriver.

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there’s always tomorrow

It’s funny, some days, parenthood (or more accurately, my kids) can make me absolutely effing nuts.  Then, the very next day, I wish there was some sort of  pause button I could hit so I could live in it forever.  

Take yesterday for example:  “No, I can’t” was the phrase of the day. (Again, to be more accurate, he meant.. ‘No, I won’t’.) 4 time-outs before 2. And then I lost count. The Danger-man called me out on my threat with: “fine take away my toys, I can’t (read: won’t) clean my room.” (So, I have a giant laundry basket chock full of toys in my garage and only now do I realize he actually conned me into cleaning up his room for him.)

And, the Pea decided that she needs 3 more teeth. Right now! All of which, she welcomed in with angry blisters and buckets of drool.  

It was enough to make me seriously consider a naked stroll downtown. Just so some nice people would come and take me away for, let just say, a vacation. (A padded room? I’ll take it!  Bars? That’s fine too.)

There were only 4 things that prevented me from taking said stroll yesterday.

1. The fact that the Pea really cannot talk, yet. (Even if that’s the only reason she wasn’t screaming “No” at me as well.)  
2. The Danger-man insisting on hitting the mall with us in Dash costume.
3. Finding this blog. Her ingenious (and rather witty) title and the story behind it helped squash two brutal fits before they really got started.
4. This picture:

But, today? Today. Has. Been. Amazing. It has made-up for the hell that was yesterday 10 times over. Today was made for dance parties, finger painting, and “Sure, Mommy!”

Oh and sneaking off to do this:

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sorry…

Before having kids, I never realized how many toy commercials crop up around the holidays. But, these days (when it seems that every other sentence from Danger-man starts with ‘I want’) I’m well aware of this phenomenon. And let’s just say it drives me bonkers. 

Last year it was easy enough, we’d just remind him to ask Santa and he’d forget all about it by bed time. This year, we’re not so lucky. This year, he drags up to the toy section to admire every toy that he has ever seen star in a commercial.  And this year, he has big plans for Santa. You should have seen his meltdown over Pillow Pets. (Really, kid?) It was rather pitiful. He saw a commercial and started sobbing because “everyone else has one so, why can’t I?” Umm..first of all who is this ‘everyone’ you speak of? Second, I really thought I had a few more years before I’d hear this argument. (Can you say unprepared. Yikes.) Then he pulled out the big guns:  “and my baby sister needs the unicorn one  too!” (oh boy… thank cheese and rice for Granni, who pulled through with pillow pets for their slumber party–just sayin’.)

So, at the risk of sounding corny, my goal this Christmas  is to teach the Danger-man more about the real joys of the season.  Meaning: we’re giving handmade christmas gifts this year. Perhaps, if he doesn’t see mama and papa stressing and wrapped up in the commercial side of the holidays, it’ll be easier for him to ignore it too.  Plus, it’ll give us more time to spend together, with the tv off. And more time to spend experiencing the awesome holiday goodness that our city has to offer. (Like Peacock Lane! eeee!) 

So, basically, this is my public apology to our family for the ultra-cheesy but totally heart-felt gifts you’re gonna receive this year.  Umm, sorry!

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