The elbow grease I put into this place sometimes is a total waste of time, as far as getting my effort's worth. Doesn't last, because all these people, all these kids, they LIVE here. They have things like Nerf Guns and bike helmets and school folders and projects and purses and boots and hats and guitars and flutes and clarinets and cameras and phones and wallets and keys and towels and gym bags and dirty socks and sweatshirts that can't go in the dryer and combs and books they are reading....and do they ever put these things where they belong? Or rather, where DO they all belong? Is there really a good place for everything or are we just doing a room to room shuffle with half the stuff? I don't know.....
And this doesn't even include the dishes they dirty.
Well....today while I was vacuuming my room, Ashley decided to clean out the refridgerator. Virginia, you would not believe it. Blah. If a child can open a package of cheese, why can't the child close the package of cheese? Anyway, Ashley took out each and every glass shelf and cleaned it and wiped the whole thing down, inside and out. I was SO thankful. And of course now that we chucked the half bag of questionable carrots and lunchmeat and the partially wilting lettuce....and the hot dogs that have been in there too long....and some leftover chicken that didn't get eaten....and the half jar of sauce that we don't remember opening....I need to go to the grocery store.
I am picking Aaron up and taking him to his appointment, won't he be thrilled that we are going grocery shopping? What kills me is that the teenagers are the ones who eat the most food, yet they complain the most about going with me to buy it.
This day flew by too fast so far. My two little sweetie-pies played princess Barbies for hours.....sometimes I will just go flop on the couch and Camille will scramble right up there and cuddle with me, and sometimes Charlotte Claire too, and it will be so hard to get up and get moving again....
I miss Paul. At first it was kind of okay to just be on my own with the kids, a bit relaxed, breakfast for dinner......but he was gone all last week, and it got old fast....I really missed him....now he is gone all this week too, and wah. I am SO looking forward to the weekend. He isn't going back to Boston again for a few weeks.....
Well, my kids are going to be getting of that school bus in a few minutes....time to be ready to give them some undivided attention...
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
if you can't beat 'em...
My kids love chocolate chip cookie dough. I made a triple batch of it the other day, and baked a few batches of cookies. The rest of the dough was supposed to be baked and sent to Benjamin. But Mirielle decided to wait for the boxes she had ordered from the post office to arrive before sending Ben any more cookies. Apparently the first batch she sent him was well-recieved. They aren't allowed to bring any food to their room or bunker or bay or whatever they call it, so he opened them up and shared them. She had baked them on a Tuesday and sent them priority mail, so he got them just two days later, still fresh. Anyway....the cookie dough. It is in the bowl in the 'fridge, covered with foil. With a spoon in it. Everytime I opened the 'fridge, there would be less in the bowl. Well, last evening, I wandered into the kitchen and started opening cupboards, then I remembered the cookie dough....MOM!! yes, I had two spoonfuls....and it is almost gone....
The living room is all painted. From start to finish in less than 24 hours, yay! Not including the spackling and sanding. The furniture is all put back and the mirror and pictures are hung up again. I like the color this time. It is rather darkish, but it is cozy and warm. Ashley was such a help to me. She is tall and thin and graceful and she can just hop up on a chair and reach ......she had a good attitude about it, too. She has a job interview today, too. She was planning to go back to college, but then thought she would be able to go be with Benjamin before the semester would end, but that didn't happen. One thing we are learning about the Army is that you can hear alot of things, but that isn't how it alway goes.
I have to pick Aaron up from school this afternoon at six o'clock to take him to get his contact lenses. He is in the school play this year. He takes drama class, and his drama teacher asked him to be Mr. Salt in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", so he said he would. I think he is having fun with it, but between working at the grocery store and staying after when he can, he is pretty busy. He is also filling out paper work for nursing school and he has his nose surgery coming up...
I feel like taking it easy today. Painting the living room isn't just about rolling on the paint. (also, it isn't just like dinner cooks itself, or the bedding washes itself....other things have to be done, too....kids always still need to eat and be watched and be comforted when they trip in their princess high heels) (and Rosie doesn't just automatically behave, no she still does things like break the chain and visit the neighbors and escape from the deck and run out the door, just to see if we are paying attention) It is about moving everything away from the walls....then when your arms are sore from rolling, and your back is going to break, putting everything back. The older girls went to girls' fellowship last evening, and I was putting the room back together, and asking Sam for help here and there, and he asked why the heck I couldn't just "wait until tomorrow" to do it. I can't do that. When I start something, I like to get it finished and all back in order. Just the fact that I was able to paint yesterday when the kids were around is something different for me, when I had crawlers and toddlers, I had to wait until they were in bed.......anyway, it is nice to have it all done.
As much as I am enjoying actualy being able to do these things around here, I need to clarify that I would rather have babies and toddlers than have a freshly painted room. I wish I could go back and live through all those years over again. I would take things better. I wouldn't mourn the loss of sleep so much. I wouldn't care as much if things got messy. I would hug them even more and listen to their silly dreams and smell their hair......wait, I can still do THOSE things. But all the years I was so tired....the days I longed for naps....little did I know how fast they would go by and how much I would miss them.....
The living room is all painted. From start to finish in less than 24 hours, yay! Not including the spackling and sanding. The furniture is all put back and the mirror and pictures are hung up again. I like the color this time. It is rather darkish, but it is cozy and warm. Ashley was such a help to me. She is tall and thin and graceful and she can just hop up on a chair and reach ......she had a good attitude about it, too. She has a job interview today, too. She was planning to go back to college, but then thought she would be able to go be with Benjamin before the semester would end, but that didn't happen. One thing we are learning about the Army is that you can hear alot of things, but that isn't how it alway goes.
I have to pick Aaron up from school this afternoon at six o'clock to take him to get his contact lenses. He is in the school play this year. He takes drama class, and his drama teacher asked him to be Mr. Salt in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", so he said he would. I think he is having fun with it, but between working at the grocery store and staying after when he can, he is pretty busy. He is also filling out paper work for nursing school and he has his nose surgery coming up...
I feel like taking it easy today. Painting the living room isn't just about rolling on the paint. (also, it isn't just like dinner cooks itself, or the bedding washes itself....other things have to be done, too....kids always still need to eat and be watched and be comforted when they trip in their princess high heels) (and Rosie doesn't just automatically behave, no she still does things like break the chain and visit the neighbors and escape from the deck and run out the door, just to see if we are paying attention) It is about moving everything away from the walls....then when your arms are sore from rolling, and your back is going to break, putting everything back. The older girls went to girls' fellowship last evening, and I was putting the room back together, and asking Sam for help here and there, and he asked why the heck I couldn't just "wait until tomorrow" to do it. I can't do that. When I start something, I like to get it finished and all back in order. Just the fact that I was able to paint yesterday when the kids were around is something different for me, when I had crawlers and toddlers, I had to wait until they were in bed.......anyway, it is nice to have it all done.
As much as I am enjoying actualy being able to do these things around here, I need to clarify that I would rather have babies and toddlers than have a freshly painted room. I wish I could go back and live through all those years over again. I would take things better. I wouldn't mourn the loss of sleep so much. I wouldn't care as much if things got messy. I would hug them even more and listen to their silly dreams and smell their hair......wait, I can still do THOSE things. But all the years I was so tired....the days I longed for naps....little did I know how fast they would go by and how much I would miss them.....
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
things to be thankful for....
1. Ashley. She is such a nice girl. She took my school skippers on a long bike ride today, which is like the nicest thing anyone can do for them. They got back all hot and tired and started talking about fountain drinks from the gas station in town for 69 cents, so she took them for fountain drinks.
2. Samuel James, my 15 year old. He helps me with Rosie, who broke her chain, got loose, and rolled in something horribly noxious.....she needed ANOTHER BATH. rrr. She is SO bad.
3. My comfy chair. After painting for another two hours today (it is all done except for some trim that Ashley is going to reach for me later)....Anyway, my chair feels so nice after doing so much stuff today....
4. Paul. I miss him so much! He is in Boston again for the week for work. It occured to me that it really nice to miss someone so much after being married for 27 years.
Today wasn't as warm and sunny as I thought it was going to be. I sat out on the deck for only a few minutes, and I was cold. The kids, however, had tons of fun. The little girls had lunch out there and rode their little bikes around the driveway. Suzanne used chalk to make a 160 square hopscotch game.
Our living room is still pretty crazy. The couches and my chair are back where they go, but the other end of the room still needs to be finished, so everything is shoved to the middle of the room. When I start something like this, I like to get it finished right away...
I decided not to paint the stairway and foyer this same color. I am thinking some pale yellow so it is brighter. And I do not have the energy to do that this week....so our stairway is spackled and sanded and....oh well.
Wow, all that sleep I had this morning is wearing off. I just had a nice hot cup of coffee, made by Samuel James. I need to get up and start hanging things back on the walls and thinking about dinner. The kids are all back from town with their drinks....they mixed them all up and have some yummy creations. What a fun day.....
2. Samuel James, my 15 year old. He helps me with Rosie, who broke her chain, got loose, and rolled in something horribly noxious.....she needed ANOTHER BATH. rrr. She is SO bad.
3. My comfy chair. After painting for another two hours today (it is all done except for some trim that Ashley is going to reach for me later)....Anyway, my chair feels so nice after doing so much stuff today....
4. Paul. I miss him so much! He is in Boston again for the week for work. It occured to me that it really nice to miss someone so much after being married for 27 years.
Today wasn't as warm and sunny as I thought it was going to be. I sat out on the deck for only a few minutes, and I was cold. The kids, however, had tons of fun. The little girls had lunch out there and rode their little bikes around the driveway. Suzanne used chalk to make a 160 square hopscotch game.
Our living room is still pretty crazy. The couches and my chair are back where they go, but the other end of the room still needs to be finished, so everything is shoved to the middle of the room. When I start something like this, I like to get it finished right away...
I decided not to paint the stairway and foyer this same color. I am thinking some pale yellow so it is brighter. And I do not have the energy to do that this week....so our stairway is spackled and sanded and....oh well.
Wow, all that sleep I had this morning is wearing off. I just had a nice hot cup of coffee, made by Samuel James. I need to get up and start hanging things back on the walls and thinking about dinner. The kids are all back from town with their drinks....they mixed them all up and have some yummy creations. What a fun day.....
bad mom award....
Well.....we spackled and sanded and got the living room and hallway and stairway ready for paint. We moved all the furniture away from the walls and stacked up bins of dollhouse stuff all over the kitchen tables....it is total disarray here. Picking the color is the hardest part: I got to Walmart and collected the paintchips and blah! I didn't want to go with blue again because it clashes with the red furniture, makes it look like a continual fourth of July celebration. But I am oh-so-attracted to blue and blue-gray and deep blue.....then there are the greens. The green that we had here I hate. Hate. It was fresh and new, so I lived with it, but I never liked it. It was like the cheap mint toothpaste we grew up using, from Kmart. Yellow...the kitchen is already English Ivory, which is a very pale yellow, which I love, but wasn't sure about bringing that into the living room too. So...onto the browns....I must've been in the mood for a coffee, because the colors that were appealing to me were the Coffee with Cream and Cafe au Lait...and I finally picked Teastained. It looks like tea with milk. I couldn't wait to start, then when I actually started, I wondered why in the world I thought this was a good idea.....I had a few helpers, mainly Ashley. After two and a half hours of painting, I was done. Blah, more than done. A nice hot shower, I crawled into bed after midnight, and oh my aching back.....I couldn't sleep....so, when I finally fell into a deep sleep, I could not get up this morning. Well, I could have, but I decided not to. It is forecast to be 49 degrees and sunny today....
So....we have lots of kids here, riding bikes and just plain reveling in being able to be outside in some sunshine without mittens on. It is good for them to get their vitamin D and some excercise. Shall I tell that to the school nurse when she calls? Is that a legal excuse? I don't feel one bit bad about it....I got to sleep to ten o'clock. I cannot recall ever sleeping that late. It was delicious.....of course there was just the Time Change, so it was REALLY nine o'clock....but it was still nice.
I think I am going to try to finish painting today.....even though my muscles are protesting. I would like to get it finished, then go out on the deck and soak in the sunshine.....
So....we have lots of kids here, riding bikes and just plain reveling in being able to be outside in some sunshine without mittens on. It is good for them to get their vitamin D and some excercise. Shall I tell that to the school nurse when she calls? Is that a legal excuse? I don't feel one bit bad about it....I got to sleep to ten o'clock. I cannot recall ever sleeping that late. It was delicious.....of course there was just the Time Change, so it was REALLY nine o'clock....but it was still nice.
I think I am going to try to finish painting today.....even though my muscles are protesting. I would like to get it finished, then go out on the deck and soak in the sunshine.....
Monday, March 14, 2011
stuck at home...
Literally. Last week, when it was still winter, I so responsibly backed the big van into the drive way, they way I always do in the winter, so it is easier to get out with snow and ice....well. The snow and ice melted, and where is the van parked? Three wheels on the driveway, and one....on the YARD. The yard is not snow and ice anymore. It is MUD. So....when Kim and I had our bright idea to bring ten of our children on a little adventure last evening, blah, that one van tire could not find traction, so I brilliantly backed up a little, thinking I could then pull forward...no go. I was stuck. Sam and Kim pushed while I tried to go forward more, but all we did was spray mud and get the van in a little deeper. I hate being such a girl. If you are reading this, dear Paul, do not shake your head at me. Just think, we didn't go on our adventure so we saved money!
So I am stuck here at home, which is fine with me. Mirielle and Joseph took the minivan to college today, and I only have the Old Goldie, who still hasn't had her power steering fixed.
Not that I don't have anything to do. I am planning to stock up on lightbulbs soon. Here in the good ol' U.S. of A., land of the free, regular old lightbulbs are soon to be outlawed. 100 watt bulbs first, then down the line. We can still use them, we just won't be able to purchase them. No, we shall be forced to buy the new expensive energy efficient ones, that contain small amounts of mercury, but we are reassured that they aren't dangerous unless many of them are broken in an an enclosed space. Well obviously these experts have not been to my house. The leading cause of lightbulb replacement here is when the lamp tips over and breaks the bulb. We have zoomed through several of these newfangled expensive longlasting bulbs this way. So for us, the new law just means it will cost way more to tip over the lamp.
And, the federal government wants to limit how much the banks can charge the merchants to swipe cards at the register....blah. Banks will lose millions. Leave well enough alone, please Mr. Government. The merchants already pass the costs to the consumer. What's the problem?
Oh, the problems in the world. Just think if each and every single person suddenly had a desire to be truthful and good and bless the others first and foremost....to be giving and caring and thoughtful and upright. No more war, no more theft or murder or divorce or unfaithfulness...
The time change is killing me. Well, making me tired, anyway. The kids were zombies this morning. They all went to school, but they were dragging. They got up at seven thirty, but it was like getting up at 6 thirty. I almost always wake up at six thirty, then I get to fall back to sleep for a bit...but this morning, I woke up and had to get up...so I missed my little nap. I don't use an alarm clock, I just wake up when I am supposed to somehow. Most of the time.
March is my least favorite month, thanks to the school. They have this reading program...not that I don't like reading to the kids, I just don't like having to remember to document what we read and for how long and sign my name, each and every night. For the whole month. If we don't participate, the children don't get their prizes....so this morning I found myself reading a book to Jon since we didn't get to it last night. It was nice WAS nice and cuddly though. And it isn't so bad, now that we only have three kids in the elementary school. And no babies or toddlers here, which makes everything easier. (and it goes without saying that I would rather have the babies and toddlers than have things easier....)
If I were to repaint my living room, what color would I paint it? That is the big question. My couches are red with a beige and a tiny bit of green plaid, and solid beige....the kitchen is pale yellow, "buttercream" actually. I could extend that color to the living room. Or I could paint the walls a lightish brown or dark beige, but then light colored couch would blend into the walls....I don't want it to be to dark in here, either. And I don't like reds enough to use on the walls....I actually don't like red furniture, either, but for some reason I bought it so I am stuck with it for a while. I wasted all kinds of time online last night, changing the colors on the walls of a livingroom prototype....all I got was more puzzled.
Camille had a nice sleep. She says she dreamed about the Ariel high heels, that they weren't broken.
She is cuddled up to me, but alas, she smells like pee, so she and Charlotte Claire shall have a nice warm bath.....
So I am stuck here at home, which is fine with me. Mirielle and Joseph took the minivan to college today, and I only have the Old Goldie, who still hasn't had her power steering fixed.
Not that I don't have anything to do. I am planning to stock up on lightbulbs soon. Here in the good ol' U.S. of A., land of the free, regular old lightbulbs are soon to be outlawed. 100 watt bulbs first, then down the line. We can still use them, we just won't be able to purchase them. No, we shall be forced to buy the new expensive energy efficient ones, that contain small amounts of mercury, but we are reassured that they aren't dangerous unless many of them are broken in an an enclosed space. Well obviously these experts have not been to my house. The leading cause of lightbulb replacement here is when the lamp tips over and breaks the bulb. We have zoomed through several of these newfangled expensive longlasting bulbs this way. So for us, the new law just means it will cost way more to tip over the lamp.
And, the federal government wants to limit how much the banks can charge the merchants to swipe cards at the register....blah. Banks will lose millions. Leave well enough alone, please Mr. Government. The merchants already pass the costs to the consumer. What's the problem?
Oh, the problems in the world. Just think if each and every single person suddenly had a desire to be truthful and good and bless the others first and foremost....to be giving and caring and thoughtful and upright. No more war, no more theft or murder or divorce or unfaithfulness...
The time change is killing me. Well, making me tired, anyway. The kids were zombies this morning. They all went to school, but they were dragging. They got up at seven thirty, but it was like getting up at 6 thirty. I almost always wake up at six thirty, then I get to fall back to sleep for a bit...but this morning, I woke up and had to get up...so I missed my little nap. I don't use an alarm clock, I just wake up when I am supposed to somehow. Most of the time.
March is my least favorite month, thanks to the school. They have this reading program...not that I don't like reading to the kids, I just don't like having to remember to document what we read and for how long and sign my name, each and every night. For the whole month. If we don't participate, the children don't get their prizes....so this morning I found myself reading a book to Jon since we didn't get to it last night. It was nice WAS nice and cuddly though. And it isn't so bad, now that we only have three kids in the elementary school. And no babies or toddlers here, which makes everything easier. (and it goes without saying that I would rather have the babies and toddlers than have things easier....)
If I were to repaint my living room, what color would I paint it? That is the big question. My couches are red with a beige and a tiny bit of green plaid, and solid beige....the kitchen is pale yellow, "buttercream" actually. I could extend that color to the living room. Or I could paint the walls a lightish brown or dark beige, but then light colored couch would blend into the walls....I don't want it to be to dark in here, either. And I don't like reds enough to use on the walls....I actually don't like red furniture, either, but for some reason I bought it so I am stuck with it for a while. I wasted all kinds of time online last night, changing the colors on the walls of a livingroom prototype....all I got was more puzzled.
Camille had a nice sleep. She says she dreamed about the Ariel high heels, that they weren't broken.
She is cuddled up to me, but alas, she smells like pee, so she and Charlotte Claire shall have a nice warm bath.....
Sunday, March 13, 2011
sunday, a day of rest...again already.
The days slip away so quickly, and blogging every day really makes that more concrete. Paul left for Boston again...this weekend was a rip-off, as far as seeing him. He was gone from noon 'til nine yesterday fundraising at the Dome.
Pancakes and bacon for breakfast...read the morning paper...lost an hour today due to the time change....this morning while I cooked and Paul got ready to leave, we talked about me, and what I am going to do as far as going to school....I would love to go, love to learn and start working a few days a week, anyway...but....I am just not ready to do this yet. It is so challenging just to keep up with this place, and keep up with the kids' school stuff, and keep up with where they are emotionally and spiritually and keep up with appointments and grocery shopping and meals and more clean up....things would slide, who would take up the slack? My kids aren't babies anymore, but they still need their Mommy. As it is, I feel pulled a million ways sometimes. Mom, Mom, Mom, look, listen, come here!!!
Yesterday while cleaning Charlotte Claire's room, I found silver sparkly nail polish. My toenails are now pretty.
Suzanne and Sonja are invited to a birthday party today. Right in the middle of the day, which means all my plans have to be broken up. And I have big plans. I plan to clean up the baskets of toys and clutter that have accumulated in the hallway. The bedrooms are clean, the living room is mostly clean, now the hallway is niggling. I must have the spring cleaning bug.
So, here is what I wish:
1. That Rosie would come when I call her, and stay clean. I gave her a bath with Johnson's Baby Shampoo, and she smells so yummy.
2. My hot tub was fixed.
3. That I could deny myself and suffer and excercise for one day, and I would look like I did when I was in high school.
4. That I could keep these guys home from school all week so they could adjust gently to the time change.
5. That fresh produce was really cheap, and junk food was really expensive.
6. That there was an Ikea store closer than a few hundred miles away.
7. That I could afford to pull the kids out of school randomly and take them to a hotel for a few days, just for fun.
8. That the older kids didn't have so much laundry to do on the weekend, I have bedding to wash.
9. That I remembered to renew my library books before that ten dollar fine was racked up.
Pancakes and bacon for breakfast...read the morning paper...lost an hour today due to the time change....this morning while I cooked and Paul got ready to leave, we talked about me, and what I am going to do as far as going to school....I would love to go, love to learn and start working a few days a week, anyway...but....I am just not ready to do this yet. It is so challenging just to keep up with this place, and keep up with the kids' school stuff, and keep up with where they are emotionally and spiritually and keep up with appointments and grocery shopping and meals and more clean up....things would slide, who would take up the slack? My kids aren't babies anymore, but they still need their Mommy. As it is, I feel pulled a million ways sometimes. Mom, Mom, Mom, look, listen, come here!!!
Yesterday while cleaning Charlotte Claire's room, I found silver sparkly nail polish. My toenails are now pretty.
Suzanne and Sonja are invited to a birthday party today. Right in the middle of the day, which means all my plans have to be broken up. And I have big plans. I plan to clean up the baskets of toys and clutter that have accumulated in the hallway. The bedrooms are clean, the living room is mostly clean, now the hallway is niggling. I must have the spring cleaning bug.
So, here is what I wish:
1. That Rosie would come when I call her, and stay clean. I gave her a bath with Johnson's Baby Shampoo, and she smells so yummy.
2. My hot tub was fixed.
3. That I could deny myself and suffer and excercise for one day, and I would look like I did when I was in high school.
4. That I could keep these guys home from school all week so they could adjust gently to the time change.
5. That fresh produce was really cheap, and junk food was really expensive.
6. That there was an Ikea store closer than a few hundred miles away.
7. That I could afford to pull the kids out of school randomly and take them to a hotel for a few days, just for fun.
8. That the older kids didn't have so much laundry to do on the weekend, I have bedding to wash.
9. That I remembered to renew my library books before that ten dollar fine was racked up.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
saturday at home...
Charlotte Claire's room is now clean and neat....and it shall never get messy again. I know, I know, I say that every time I have ever cleaned a room, yet somehow I still believe it. This time for sure!!!
My living room has turned into a gymnasium. They put the square foam mats down so they can jump and tumble and do back-walkovers and cartwheels. I hope if anyone gets hurt I hope they wait a little while, I am here with them all and Paul is still at the Dome. He got home last night at ten, and leaves again tomorrow morning at noon....and he spent today fundraising...blah. Anyway, it is quite busy in here. We just finished dinner. I made four pizzas. A pepperoni, A vegetarian (red and green peppers and onions, and black olives), a vegetarian with pepperoni ha, and a garlic pizza with tomatoes and basil. The whole house smells like Pizza Hut.
Now they are having Twizzlers.
Rosie is in her cage because she is too interested in the Twizzlers.
Rosie is not such a bad dog. She went outside today and got muddy. Really muddy. Here in central New York state, the snow is finally melting. Yesterday when we were out, we saw the grass and fields for the first time here since November. Then it snowed again last night, so Rosie's morning walk was white and cold and clean. Then....it warmed up today, and: mud. Anyway, the reason she is not such a bad dog is that I gave her bath, then for the first time ever, I blow-dried her! She didn't love it, but she didn't object too much either.
So of course today when I spent all that time cleaning one room, the rest of the house sort of slipped...how do people do it? It was so nice and clean yesterday for Paul coming home. Blah, it does not stay that way. The medium sized-kids plus their cousins Eileen and Olivia helped with the little girls while I sorted and organized. But their is something about cleaning a room and all the fun things we find that clutters up the living room.
I cannot write right now....too much going on...these guys are rowdy....
My living room has turned into a gymnasium. They put the square foam mats down so they can jump and tumble and do back-walkovers and cartwheels. I hope if anyone gets hurt I hope they wait a little while, I am here with them all and Paul is still at the Dome. He got home last night at ten, and leaves again tomorrow morning at noon....and he spent today fundraising...blah. Anyway, it is quite busy in here. We just finished dinner. I made four pizzas. A pepperoni, A vegetarian (red and green peppers and onions, and black olives), a vegetarian with pepperoni ha, and a garlic pizza with tomatoes and basil. The whole house smells like Pizza Hut.
Now they are having Twizzlers.
Rosie is in her cage because she is too interested in the Twizzlers.
Rosie is not such a bad dog. She went outside today and got muddy. Really muddy. Here in central New York state, the snow is finally melting. Yesterday when we were out, we saw the grass and fields for the first time here since November. Then it snowed again last night, so Rosie's morning walk was white and cold and clean. Then....it warmed up today, and: mud. Anyway, the reason she is not such a bad dog is that I gave her bath, then for the first time ever, I blow-dried her! She didn't love it, but she didn't object too much either.
So of course today when I spent all that time cleaning one room, the rest of the house sort of slipped...how do people do it? It was so nice and clean yesterday for Paul coming home. Blah, it does not stay that way. The medium sized-kids plus their cousins Eileen and Olivia helped with the little girls while I sorted and organized. But their is something about cleaning a room and all the fun things we find that clutters up the living room.
I cannot write right now....too much going on...these guys are rowdy....
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