Where is the reset button?

5:00 AM
I hear my radio and the WSB radio news team filling me in on breaking news from the overnight hours.

5:10 AM
I stumble out of bed, getting myself ready before the troops awaken. Ready to enjoy the quiet of morning with my first cup of coffee in hand, I turn on my laptop computer and start working on my paid gig.

5:35 AM
“Mommy. I have to go potty, but Joe didn’t flush, and he pooped. It smells yucky.”

5:50 AM
“Mommy. I can’t find my favorite shirt.”

6:10 AM
“Mommy. Can I come out of my room yet?”

6:25 AM
“Mommy. I lost four beads to my bracelet.”

6:30 AM
I turn on the TV so the boys can watch ‘Word Girl’, as I remind the boys they are supposed to stay in their room until 6:30AM. While the boys get settled and start watching TV, I sip my coffee and start entering leads into a database.

6:31 AM
The work laptop shuts off without a message or warning of any kind. I am unable to restart the laptop. No pulse, what.so.ever.

Good morning!

Freaky Friday

.:: The Real Ordinary
I sit corrected. Last week was not a plain and ordinary week; last week was an extraordinary week.

At the risk of being labeled an Eeyore, I’m beginning to think ‘ordinary’ weeks are weeks when the family is running non-stop, challenges pop up everywhere and the whine flows freely. And the extraordinary weeks? Extraordinary weeks are when the deadlines are few to non-existent, challenges are mere blips and dinners involve more than cans, boxes and bags. (Wait. Scratch that. Regardless of the week, our dinners come from cans, boxes and bags; but the food is organic – we are a health conscious family, people.) I digress . . .

Crazy is my new ‘ordinary’; ordinary is my new ‘extraordinary’; and this week was crazy ordinary!

10 Things About This Crazy Ordinary Week

10. One of my children hit another kid at school.
9. The same child pitched a fit at home, breaking his glasses.
8. The same child was dealing with an awful rash on his forearms, causing me to take him to the pediatrician.
7. The same child was advised to be treated for “Scabies”, just in case.
6. My trip to the Pharmacy (just before they closed) to pick up medication proved pointless, as I came home with the wrong medicine.
5. Due to my babbling big mouth, odd sense of humor and Facebook, my rash-free kid was banned from daycare for a day, due to the Scabies rash he did NOT have.
4. My rash-free child became sick with a cold, slept with me and cried all night.
3. The dinner date with my friend was canceled.
2. Work deadlines were met during non-working/should-be-sleeping hours.
1. Whine was the sound du jour – all week for all ages.


The crazy work week is now ending;
Bring on the weekend and start the mending.

This past week sure kicked my bum;
and, left me feeling a little glum.

So now, adult beverages I start blending.


.:: Is It Okay That I Don’t Miss You?
Though I talk about my blog with my boss, she does not read my posts much, if at all. Come to think of it, she doesn’t need to read my blog, because I pretty much tell her everything. [Big shock, I tell my boss everything; such an odd characteristic for such private person.] So, when I write that I absolutely love my boss, please know it is a genuine sentiment and not said to brown-nose.

Typically, I will go to my boss’ house twice a week – Tuesdays & Thursdays. Neither she nor I particularly love it when I go to her house. We appreciate our ‘work at home’ set up. More to the point, we appreciate working alone with little interruption. If I let my boss know I can’t make it to her house on a particular day, her response is usually a sarcastic “Darn.” And, when I am packing up and leaving my boss’ house, there’s a sort of ‘Don’t let the door hit you on the way out’ kind of vibe. We have a blast working together, so it is all in good fun; and, I love it.

Last week, I went to her house early in the week, leaving her Thursday and Friday to be alone. I did not return to her house until Thursday of this week (due to my kid being shunned from daycare for a day). When I walked in to her house, she wanted to have a quick look at me, because it had been several days since we had seen each other. We were both basking in the glow of having not seen each other in several days.

This morning, I let my boss know that I would not be coming to her house next Thursday, due to a parent/teacher conference at Joe’s school. My boss’ response? “Oh, bummer.”


Oh, you’re back again.
How long until you go home?
All done. Thanks. Goodbye.


Not the best picture, but the best bunch of siblings. Ever.

.:: The Fam’damily
Tomorrow, we are packing up and heading to a family gathering for the day. One of my sisters is having all of us over to visit with cousins in town from Pennsylvania. I have not seen my siblings since the beginning of June, and I miss them. With the exception of one sister, we all live in Georgia. And, we see each other fairly regularly, but with Summer vacation – it’s been awhile since we’ve all gotten together.

I love my siblings. We are a crazy crew, a loud crew, an opinionated crew, a laughing crew and a crying crew; and, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am so happy to end this Crazy Ordinary week with a reunion with my Freaky Family. Woo hoo!


Salutations Friday; Good to see you.
Nice that you brought a long weekend, too.
Thank you for coming and staying all day.
Let’s get on with it now; it is time to play.


Be sure to take care of yourself and others.

Five for Friday

Fireflies. Joe loves fireflies. Last night, he came in from outside with a jar containing an inch worm and a slug. He quickly placed the jar on a table by the living room window. “This is a good place for the bugs to stay tonight.” He said. “They can watch the fireflies from here.”

Earlier this week, Suzann mentioned her back pasture is filled with fireflies at night, which tweaked Joe’s interest immediately. With Suzann’s permission, we agreed to take Joe and Charlie back to her house around 9:15 PM.

No fireflies caught yet, but fun is being had!

That night, Joe watched the clock, anticipating 9pm. A thunderstorm started brewing around 6pm, and Joe became nervous about the firefly expedition. His focus switched from the weather radar to the clock and then back to the weather radar. Fortunately, the rain and thunder lessened by the time we were to head to Suzann’s house. Having rained, Suzann’s pasture didn’t light up like a Christmas tree, as we had hoped. Still, Joe and Charlie had fun chasing the fireflies, but they were surprised how hard it was to catch the fireflies in the dark.

I think the anticipation of going to Suzann’s late at night was more fun than the actual experience. Still, it’s the little things. Much like when the boys ask me to honk twice when I drive away from Suzann’s house (like today). As I honked, I looked back at the house, and I saw both Joe and Charlie jumping up and down with excitement. Little moments like anticipating, watching and catching fireflies and hearing your Mom or Dad honk the horn are some of life’s biggest (and best) memories.


My theory: More often than not, someone takes on the negative emotion not being shown by someone else in the group.

Example: Rob and I are going to a party. We are running late. Very late. 30 minutes late. Typically, I would be the one getting frustrated with our tardiness. However, if Rob were to become frustrated, I wouldn’t take on that negative emotion, frustration.

The above is just an example, but the following is real life. And yes, my theory applies to animals, too.

The Three Musketeers: Sydney, Wilbur and Cherokee

Tonight we are experiencing serious thunderstorms with frequent lightening. Our two dogs, Wilbur and Cherokee, are visibly nervous. Wilbur is pacing the house, clearly uneasy with the frequent lightening and loud thunder.

Now, back up to previous storms when we had three dogs. During severe storms with frequent lightening and thunder, our dog Sydney, would become very nervous, pacing the house and looking for shelter. And Wilbur and Cherokee? They would rest, calm, cool and collected.


This week I went through a bunch of drawings and creations the boys generated these past 4 years. I did this project in my bedroom, where I could set up my laptop, keeping tabs on my paid gig. When the sorting and purging task was completed, I continued my work day in my room.

I love my room. In fact, my bedroom is my favorite room in the house. I’m not sure why I haven’t worked in my room prior to today. And, if I needed another reason to like my job, I am grateful that my job has mobile flexibility. Have laptop and wireless access: Can travel. Nice.


Did you read my post about laundry and lists? Yes, well, as I stated lists are not a guarantee that tasks will be tackled, and I was reminded of that very fact this week.

I buy birthday cards at the end of every month for the coming month. This month is the month one of my sisters celebrates her birthday. The card I bought her is hilarious. In fact, the card is so funny, I bought two. It was hard for me to wait to send it to my sister, because I couldn’t wait to hear if she found it funny.

The first part of the month, we traveled to Texas. I thought I put all the birthday cards in the mail before we left town, including the one for my sister. So, this week, on my sister’s birthday, I checked in to see if she had received the card. She hadn’t. I assured her it was hilarious, and she said she would let me know when she got it. We checked in daily.

One evening, I pulled out the card drawer to get out the card for one of my nephews. I notice the card I bought my sister. At first, I thought nothing of it, because I bought more than one. Then I realized – two cards were in the drawer. Hmm… did I buy three? The next afternoon, my sister emailed me, “Still haven’t gotten the card.” That’s when I knew. I never mailed her the card. No worries. It is in the mail as I type. *sigh*

My sister may not find the card as funny as I found it, especially after the days of build up. However, she had a good laugh at the fact that the card, she was anticipating the most, had yet to be mailed. Stupid lists.


I am putting together a scrapbook of sorts (via Shutterfly) for our day care provider, Suzann. I will give it to her on Joe’s last day at her house. As I go through all the photographs of Joe and Suzann, I am becoming increasingly sad about his ‘graduation’.

I found a picture Joe painted back in October 2008, while at Suzann’s house. He was three years old at the time. Suzann made a note on the picture, letting me know what Joe was thinking about at the time: “Does God know babies cry?” I am sure God does know babies cry, and I am certain God knows I will cry on Joe’s last day at Suzann’s house.