Miscellaneous

A bit of this and some of that in a stream of consciousness format…

~ We had Curriculum Night in kindergartenland tonight. My kid has been trying to teach the others to read – how sweet is that? I’m so proud of him – he just loves his teacher, adores school, and I know I’m really lucky that it all seems to come naturally to him thus far.

~ Babybeast has her head apointment tomorrow afternoon. I’ll report back sometime after that.

~ Blogger seems to be farking up people’s comments and giving a warning that they can’t comment. It’s done that to me several times, but if you try again it typically goes through ok. Don’t give up!

~ The google hits on this blog are pretty funny. And some less so. The “rape” search that hit this political entry was a little disturbing. I was excited to see someone out there wanted to know more about veggie crunchers today – and who wouldn’t, because they are the epitome of veggie awesomeness? And couple of people who I’ve spoken to have googled the blog by name because they keep forgetting the url – just bookmark me – or click that follow/fan button over on your right – it’s easy! And some Google hits are completely random and almost certainly not what they were actually searching for, but it looks like I’m interesting for them to stick around and read a few pages anyway – how cool is that?

~ It has come to my attention that someone thinks I’m a dude. Nay nay buffalay; this writer is 100% female type human person.

~ I’ve got a few click-throughs from antisobriety.com to particular entry. You can’t see the forum without registering but with that name, I must know what it’s about – if any members are visiting, please enlighten me!

~ My afternoon was spent grocery shopping in a thunderstorm with three kids 5 and under. Grocery shopping in a thunderstorm with three kids 5 and under sucks big time – there’s no sugarcoating it.

~ One of our cats pooped a big rank steaming kitty turd into the kids’ Christmas ornament box last night. Seriously, cat – WTF?

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Cabinet Extreme Makeover

This afternoon I cleaned out a set of cupboards that held a metric assload of craft stuff for the kids which looked really bad. And by “bad” I mean it looked like what would happen if Hobby Lobby turned into a black hole and imploded on itself. Just like that. Total and complete disarray. And the next shelf up held all of my plastic Rubbermaid storage, also in fearful shape.
The thing is, we are cutting down on our plastic usage, not just the BPA-containing plastics which are not welcome in my house, but general plastic use where we reasonably can. For example, while I still store foods in plastic, like the kids’ preschool lunches, I try not to put hot foods in it or ever heat items in plastic, especially for the kids.

So I bought two lidded 18 piece sets of Pyrex sets a few weeks ago and needed somewhere to put all that glass. The craft stuff went out of the cabinet, the plastic got reduced by a third and moved up a shelf and the glassware went on the bottom shelf, for easy access. I am sure if I hid it away it wouldn’t get used as much as it should.

The craft items were banished to various points in the house, but it all ended up quite well organized. The whole process took the entire afternoon, which is pretty ridiculous. I guess that give you an idea of just how bad it was, huh?

Tomorrow I have teacher conferences midday and then I plan on hitting the nursery (no one’s in it right now) and de-cluttering it. Thanks to the generosity of friends with little girls and an eye for sales, I have enough baby girl clothes to clothe the Dionne Quintuplets, especially the early months. So the plan is to organize all of that and make it look presentable in case we decide to give Babybeast the boot from her present location in our room. As if an infant cares what their room looks like, right?

To tell you the truth, and this is no surprise to some, but I really don’t like housework. And I’m not very diligent at getting it done, especially with the three little “helpers” I have. Sure the babies get fed and bathed and the really nasty things get done (I have some standards, people!), but I’d much rather read than spot clean the carpet, put away the laundry, or scrub that mysterious sticky substance off the inside of the fridge. So there’s my confession. And if you gather nothing else from this entry, then take this in: don’t even think of driving by the house and dropping in without calling beforehand.

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