Life Is Like A Pile Of Laundry
Just when you think you're in the clear, it has piled right back up again. Not as deep as Forrest Gump's Mama, but I do the best I can.
It feels like I have been going at top speed for the last several days, even though I really haven't been. Nothing really major going on, but lots of little stuff here and there to attend to. Like laundry. Today I have done six loads. Six loads, people! And there are still two more to do before I can call it a day.
I really am not sure how or why our laundry piles up like it does. And I am sometimes not sure where it all comes from. It sometimes feels like we must change clothes five times a day to create so much laundry. Or perhaps our friends sneak their laundry in our basket and I am just not aware of it. Nevertheless, it's there to do, so today I tackled it. With only two loads left, I feel much lighter in my spirit. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. And the floor of the laundry room. Whew.
On a lighter note, Jack is getting cuter and sweeter by the minute, if that's possible. Seriously, I walk into his room every morning only to find that he is more adorable than the day before. I am sure this is a phenomenon all mothers experience, but I like to pretend that it's just me.
My dad has taught Jack another new trick. A couple of new tricks, actually. It's funny how my dad can get Jack to imitate just about anything he does. So, Jack will now slap your hand when you say, "Gimme Five!" and when my dad stomps his feet, Jack will stomp his feet too. I tried the whole feet stomping thing earlier today, and it seems to only work for Grandpa. It's pretty cute.
I feel really redundant here, but of course, we are still spending much of our time with The Wagon. (Perhaps The Wagon needs a name...Any ideas?) In fact, it has gotten to the point that there are near-tantrums when it's time to come inside. But we are working on that. Thank you, Supernanny, for teaching me how to best handle the tantrums. (I can feel my husband cringing and rolling his eyes, haha.) It's really heartbreaking to tear him away from his favorite toy, but I try to make the outside times special and hopefully as he gets a little older, he'll understand more about why we actually have to come inside from time to time to eat and nap. Until then though, he sure is adorable pushing it around.
I like to call this his Pouty Pensive look. Or maybe he just heard about how much laundry Mommy had to do today.
Hmmm...The Pouty Pensive could be Jack's Blue Steel. (Those of you with a warped sense of humor will know what I'm talking about!)
What a sweet boy. Goodnight, everyone!
It feels like I have been going at top speed for the last several days, even though I really haven't been. Nothing really major going on, but lots of little stuff here and there to attend to. Like laundry. Today I have done six loads. Six loads, people! And there are still two more to do before I can call it a day.
I really am not sure how or why our laundry piles up like it does. And I am sometimes not sure where it all comes from. It sometimes feels like we must change clothes five times a day to create so much laundry. Or perhaps our friends sneak their laundry in our basket and I am just not aware of it. Nevertheless, it's there to do, so today I tackled it. With only two loads left, I feel much lighter in my spirit. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. And the floor of the laundry room. Whew.
On a lighter note, Jack is getting cuter and sweeter by the minute, if that's possible. Seriously, I walk into his room every morning only to find that he is more adorable than the day before. I am sure this is a phenomenon all mothers experience, but I like to pretend that it's just me.
My dad has taught Jack another new trick. A couple of new tricks, actually. It's funny how my dad can get Jack to imitate just about anything he does. So, Jack will now slap your hand when you say, "Gimme Five!" and when my dad stomps his feet, Jack will stomp his feet too. I tried the whole feet stomping thing earlier today, and it seems to only work for Grandpa. It's pretty cute.
I feel really redundant here, but of course, we are still spending much of our time with The Wagon. (Perhaps The Wagon needs a name...Any ideas?) In fact, it has gotten to the point that there are near-tantrums when it's time to come inside. But we are working on that. Thank you, Supernanny, for teaching me how to best handle the tantrums. (I can feel my husband cringing and rolling his eyes, haha.) It's really heartbreaking to tear him away from his favorite toy, but I try to make the outside times special and hopefully as he gets a little older, he'll understand more about why we actually have to come inside from time to time to eat and nap. Until then though, he sure is adorable pushing it around.
I like to call this his Pouty Pensive look. Or maybe he just heard about how much laundry Mommy had to do today.
Hmmm...The Pouty Pensive could be Jack's Blue Steel. (Those of you with a warped sense of humor will know what I'm talking about!)
What a sweet boy. Goodnight, everyone!
Posted By Mary Alice at 11:58 PM
1 Comments:
Why don't we see what grandpa can come up with as far as a name for the wagon. He is pretty creative at times.
Hope you are having a good day today. This is my day to feel overwhelmed. I just got in from the grocery and how depressing to think of how much I spent and when I put the groceries away seems like there is nothing to cook.
Oh well. Such is life.
Gotta go and get busy. I have my plan of action mapped out - just hope I can get it all done.
Lots of hugs and kisses to you both.
Love,
Grandma (well, Mom to you!)
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