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A Swiss Lament

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So, as I'm standing at my sink washing dishes today, I had a rather deep intrusion into my psyche that I found a little interesting. 

You see, I was irritated with myself because I'd left this plate with the crumbs from my cheese & crackers lunch yesterday.  Time slipped away from me and I was rallying the troops to get dressed for a dinner party. 

It's worth noting here that the temperature has dropped into the 30's & 40's and Max was pretty sure he was walking out of the house in board shorts, a t-shirt & a scarf.  That held me up for a little longer than usual.

So my own rule of "RINSE IT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!" got thrown right out the window and I find myself at my sink scrubbing at some dried baby swiss on the knife.  I'm a little bent out of shape with myself. 

As I get further into the dishes I also am quite happy to see that soaking the Cuisinart Sauce Pan with Marshmallowy Goodness inside worked like a charm.  I love my cookware!!! 

Another note: Yesterday I made Kris some Crunch Berries Marshmallow Treats.

It comes pretty suddenly to me that as much as I complain about Kris' need for perfection, I do find myself more and more with an urge to don an apron and flit about the house whilst I listen to music.  Occasionally taking a time out for some Rock Band or Guitar Hero. 

This is in such a stark contrast to almost 10 years ago when I had a friend come clean my house because I had had surgery.  I think we almost lost her in my laundry room.   Des, I will never forget that!!! 

I'm currently in some, hmm...negotiations...with Madison's teacher about some missing work.  She asked me to look here at home.  I wanted to invite her to my house.  There isn't anything that's not organized.  I mean, my husband would probably complain that my Tetris skills with my camera/computer drawer is lacking, but seriously, there is no chance that there is anywhere to misplace random homework.

I have one "junk" drawer.  It's quite neatly organized. 

I'm not sure what happened, but I guess if I'm holding myself to a higher standard, that's a good thing.  On that note, I really must be getting back to cleaning up.  I still need to fix the bathroom after the whirlwind of 5 people getting ready for family portraits blew through. 

I'll leave you with what I told my husband last night.  I think it sums up who I am these days perfectly. 

"I'm Betty Freakin' Crocker, Bitch!!!"


Halfway Home

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Today I'm inspired by Mr. Jason Mraz.  Thank you, sir!

I've reached the 5 week mark of The Broken Foot Debacle.  Antsy doesn't begin to describe my state of mind.  Today, I finally put the crutches in the closet and set about getting my life back.  It hurts like hell to walk on it, but I just can't sit here and stare at the computer, walls or TV anymore. 

Along with all this navel gazing, I've been going through some stuff.  I've come to a point in my life where I just want peace.  Not silence.  I like noise.  For instance:

  • Music
  • Kids laughing
  • My silly dog dreaming
  • I love yous
  • Talking till all hours about philosophy
Lately, I haven't been enjoying these sounds.  Why?  Because they haven't been there!!!  Instead, we've had a smattering of:

  • People stalking through the house with iPods on
  • Kids arguing and teenagers snarking
  • My silly dog barking at me because he needs out and I can't take him
  • I love you...but you're driving me insanes
  • Arguing till all hours about ridiculous, unimportant crap
Here's the thing.  I'm 34.  I have 3 children that are teenager, almost teenager and can-you-stop-aging-right-now-please (10).

I've done the "young" marriage.  I've done the back and forth and misunderstood and reading into something you did NOT say.  I don't want to do it anymore.  I'm too old for drama and crap.  I actually said "I don't need to be understood by you or anyone else.  I won't fight to be understood.  I need no vindication.  I KNOW I'm amazing.  What's YOUR malfunction??"

So, how do you deal with a situation you totally walked into?  I married a "newbie", so why do I find myself with the lack of patience to get through the beginning? I just want to jump ahead to the part I should be at. 

God love him.  He stepped into a full house.  I just can't help but throw my hands up and say "You were warned".  I realize my intolerance is my own problem, but I've got three kids to figure out.  My plate is full!

Until all of this sorts itself out, I think I'll sit here and have a glass of Marzemino, listen to some G&R and continue to try and decode the teenager.  And that's a whole new post.