Paint colors.

That’s what has had me strung out for nearly a week. Paint colors.

That’s pretty sad, actually. #firstworldproblems

I was asking my husband last night why it seems that women are at times so aesthetically challenged at times that they can manage to get so hung up on the colors of the wall. He looked at me dead on and said that he didn’t have the foggiest idea. I believed him. He has been passively listening to me talk through the process of choosing paint colors. Listening to me rant about which ones intimidate me. Which ones don’t sit right with me. Which ones seem too boring and bland.

Poor guy. 

It’s spring here. Oh thank the heavens above, it’s spring. Which has been wonderful. The sun has been out a lot more as of late. Which is good, since sun > rain. The temperatures are remaining pretty steady in the mid 60’s. I’m not sure what the barometric pressure is up to, but I think that you get the idea that basically, it’s spring time up in here and we are loving it. We have been keeping busy with having lunch outside. Going to t-ball practice up the road. Visiting the park. Playing in the yard. It’s been a good, good thing.

Except for the fact that I already have houseflies….and that I had to kill an ant in my kitchen last week…and three mosquitos that landed on me in the yard…and found a tick on me the other morning.

That’s the trick. When the leaves start waking up so do all of the little annoyances that this wonderful season can muster. I’m still not going back to January, and you can’t make me.

We have done a tiny bit of spring cleaning so far. Don’t get too excited for me yet, we still have a lot more to do. If you didn’t already realize, we have some painting to do. The kitchen and our dining room to be precise. On top of sorting through the kid’s clothing and getting rid of what doesn’t fit anymore. And just a good scrubbing for the house in general.

Am I going to get off of here and go work on any of that?


You already knew that, didn’t you?

Jerry is nearly done his first year of school, which is ridiculous. I’m so proud of him. He has done so well and seems to have thoroughly enjoyed it. Jerry and Clara will celebrate their birthdays in a little over two month’s time. I will have a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old on my hands before July comes. I don’t know how that happened.

Jerry was just asking me the other day if baby carrots came from mommy carrots. Clara likes to take books to bed to snuggle with. How is it not always going to be like this???

Today, Clara decided that she didn’t want her third birthday to come. “It’s too big for me,” she said. And I kind of agree. But how amazing it is to watch them grow. To go from holding them, to holding their hands to starting to let go because they can do. Three does seem too big for her, but I told her that she had to keep going. As much as it wrenches me on the inside, they both do, they have to keep going.

You just won’t catch me saying that very often. Don’t want to encourage this kind of stuff, now do we?


Why You Should Just Go For It

They’re out there.

Those moms. The ones that can keep their household pretty much spotless. Whose children are always dressed before 10 a.m. (we are going on noon here, kids are still not dressed), who have make up on their faces before breakfast. The ones who will send out handmade Christmas cards on time. Moms who never forget to check the mail or wash the towels.
Moms who are organized. I’m not one of them. Like, not really at all. And I am NOT harping on those women. I’m kind of jealous in a please-tell-me-how-you-do-it, and you-mean-you-willingly-don’t-wear-sweats-all-day?  kind of way. I’d stay in comfy sweat pants (the non-buttoning kind) all day if it were socially acceptable.

Here we be!

Here we be!

So, no, I’m not good at all of the organizational things. The crossed t’s and dotted i’s sort of stuff. It’s not that my house is always horrendously messy or that I can’t keep anything straight at all. And it’s not that I don’t try or haven’t fretted over it plenty these past few years. It’s just that it has never came naturally to me and partially because I’ve given up on some of it. Because children and perfection cannot exist harmoniously together. The things that didn’t take precedence in my life or that didn’t come naturally before children…well, they’re about as lost as my debit card is at the moment.

There is something I’m kind of good at, though.

Going for it.

Or more importantly, letting my children go for it. I would love to have an ordered house. I would love to be more motivated. And I’m actually getting there slowly – just probably not quite fast enough for my husband’s tastes, because, bless his heart, he is the more organized party in this marriage. For as much as I love having days (probably more like minutes) where my house is actually pulled together and clean, I love having one that looks lived in. A house that has trim along the walls with growth charts marked on them. A house that has paint stains on its dining room table from art projects and little hands. A house with a refrigerator that has hardly anything that is actually useful pinned on it and instead is covered in art and school work.

Doing WORK!

Doing WORK!

Because really, that’s what your home is for. It’s to be LIVED in. It’s another tool, another mechanism in growing, churning lives. It’s for little feet to run around in. It’s for jubilant laughter to be echoed down its halls. It’s meant to be busy. It’s for my children to remember their joy and fun and mishaps from growing up. It’s for Rob and I to etch memories in our hearts and minds of babies who grow up way too fast and don’t stay little for long enough. It’s meant to be used. It’s meant to be filled.

So, I say, go for it. Let your kids go for it. 

Pretty much how my kitchen ends up looking despite my best efforts.

Pretty much how my kitchen ends up looking despite my best efforts.

It may be a rare occasion for the next 10 years that you can randomly show up at my home and find it not looking like a bomb just went off. But I would hope you’d find happy children inside. There will also probably be an exhausted and frazzled mum spouting something about wanting sleep, too, but happy children none the less. And hey, guess what? A few more years from now and I’ll have at least two extra sets of hands to help out around here. There is always something to look forward to, right? I think I’ll teach them how to brew a pot of coffee first, though.


Fails from today:

  • Putting my iPhone face down on the dining room table, right onto a pile of milky oat flakes that my three-year old had left on the tabletop. Sticky. Ew.
  • Thinking that I could handle nursery all by myself at church…and then a friend of mine coming to check on me and promptly seeing that her daughter was painting her new dress with orange paint. Orange paint that I am crossing my fingers is very, very washable. (Meep.)
  • Thinking that my roast was taking forever to finish cooking before I realized that I was aiming to cook it to an internal temperature that was much higher than I needed to. D’oh!
  • Realizing that there is STILL a handful of people who I haven’t gotten to call to either thank them for Christmas gifts or to just say, “hi.”
  • Remembering that there is STILL a butt-load of laundry to do, some of which entails clean sheets for my children who have both made mince meat of their pillows and bedding due to both throwing up and wetting the bed, respectively, in the past few days.
  • Getting home from what feels like the umpteenth trip to the grocery store these past few weeks and realizing that there are STILL pertinent things that I have forgotten to get, either again or for the first time. Who needs garlic powder, dishwashing detergent or floor cleaner, right?
  • Mopping the floor. I mean, just in general. What’s the point when Motts for Tots fruit punch and milk are spilled on it within 8.4 seconds??

Wins from today:

  • As always, babies that hold my face in their tiny hands and give me kisses.
  • Stealing a cup of coffee from my neighbor and hanging out with her for a few minutes.
  • Getting the last few Christmas gifts that have been laying around to their rightful owners. WOOT!
  • Previously mentioned momma who found her daughter painting her soul with orange paint being amazing about it and even deciding to stay and help me with nursery. Cus, you know, OBVIOUSLY I did need help.
  • The roast turning out decently well considering I felt like it cooked for 3 days.
  • A relatively clean kitchen, two baskets of folded laundry and a sizable dent in the dirty clothes to be washed. OK, I’ll take it.
  • Kids who at least napped at the same time today. That is ALWAYS something to rejoice over.
  • A cute husband. Because every gal needs one.

I hope that you had a wonderful Sunday, yourselves. Remember: whether you like it or not, this is the start of a new week.

Happy Sunday!!