Back Into Sewing


I made it known to the local home school community that I am available to do alterations.  Back in the old days, I frequently had some project on my hands because word was out that I knew how to sew, but this is the first time I’ve offered my services locally.  The response was great and I’m excited about getting back into sewing for pay.

A few weeks ago, a lady down the street approached me about babysitting her eight-year-old daughter two or three times a week after school for a couple of hours.  I was tempted.  I almost said yes.  But the more I thought about it the more I knew it wouldn’t work.  It would be a big commitment and would likely involve some additional requests for sitting.  The more important factor, which I tried to suppress at first, is that I really dislike babysitting. I always have.  I am happy to do it every now and again as a service to some other mom, but it is definitely a task I offer up as a sacrifice of love.  I felt bad saying no to the lady down the street but in the end some good fruit came from the request.  Thinking about babysitting got me thinking about the possibility of “working” a little bit and sewing immediately came to mind.  It’s something I like to do and I can do it on my own terms.  Mr. S. is on an earlier shift now and he isn’t working any overtime so I have more flexibility than ever before.

In our home school community there are, not surprisingly, families whose oldest children are (young) marrying age and it looks like my first alterations “patrons” will all be college girls and sisters needing bridesmaid dresses fixed.  I’ve had two fittings so far and there are seven girls in this particular bridal party.  Not sure if I’ll be working on the whole lot but the mom I talked to this morning indicated that a few more might be heading my way.  I certainly encouraged her to tell them to contact me ASAP.  Sounds like the wedding is in less than a month and there is no need for everyone to arrive on my doorstep the week before, now is there?

While some alterations intimidate me and I secretly hope no one asks me to do them (like hemming men’s pants and fitting regular old clothes) I have an affinity for formal wear and look forward to more of that kind of sewing.  If I can help it, I plan to avoid “from scratch” sewing as it tends to be difficult thankless work, but handling lace and sequins and flowing hems sounds like fun to me.  At least it does right now.  I might be singing a different tune come the first really crazy project.

Well that’s what’s new on the Sparrow front.  Hope you all are well!

20 Pictures


Paint color selection is rather tricky in our house.  The lighting is weird somehow and you never know which tone the textured walls will throw.  For example, our bedroom is beige with a green undertone.  It looks straight-up green!  Anyway, I bought four different samples to try for an accent wall in the dining room area.  (Eventually, the plan is to make the kitchen the same color.)  None of them seemed quite right and I got tired of staring at the color block wall so I went all mad scientist in the garage and mixed them together with a bit of “Key Largo” from Roo’s closet and navy from the basement.


In case you are wondering, the color I came up with is a TEAL.  Seriously.  It’s teal.  A very pretty teal, if I do say so myself!  But it only looks sort of teal in the morning light.  The rest of the time, it reads blue.


A welcome change of pace from the “light raffia” of the rest of room,  I think.  And it makes sense with the curtains though I wish it were more teal-ish than blue-ish to the eye.  I might have a slight teal obsession.


But, no.  No those teal dining room chairs were not of my making!  They were, however, free.  And funny thing, I’ve gotten compliments on that table set!  Boggles the mind.  I think the room would look nice with a white, oval, pedestal table.  If somebody offers to give me one of those for free, I won’t turn it down ;).


It’s cicada shell season.  The girls have been gathering dozens of shells from the pine tree out back.


I can’t be trusted at thrift stores you guys.  I’m supposed to be keeping a tight budget and last time I came home with two big bags of mega blocks to add to our collection (Jack likes those better than wooden blocks.)  And this time, I fell for a $20 little kitchen with a huge bag of accessories.  It’s currently hanging out on the front porch, for reasons I’ll mention in a minute.


My cupboard is organized for once.  Thought I’d better share while the sharing’s good.



So I put the early reader type books in a basket the other day.  That lasted thirty minutes before I found them strewn down the hall and the basket filled with mega blocks.


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We have a bee problem unrelated to my kitchen curtains.  We kept finding yellow jackets (or something like them) in our basement.  One at a time.  Dead.  Then, we started finding them alive and more of them at a time.  Two, three, four or more a day.

Earlier this week, I looked around the foundation of the house and noticed them flying in and out behind the air conditioner unit.  A NEST!  IN OUR HOUSE!


After Evie got stung and the “problem” seemed to be getting exponentially worse, we had an exterminator come in to do a dust treatment.  (Unfortunately our BIL with the pest control company lives in another state, ey?)  Anyway, the genius exterminator guy used too much dust and sprayed it into our basement.

Poison dust. Everywhere.


Let’s just say, the toys and basement are cleaner than ever.  As are the walls and floor.  I may or may not have completely spazzed out.  The hours spent in cleanup…are not over.

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ZouZou made an extra $0.50 for being so cheerful about it.

Good Change, Still Painful!

I am a grump-a-wump today.  That’s a word by the way.  Grump-a-wump.

This week Mr. S. is taking an extra early shift (at least by our standards) of 8:30 a.m. until 5:30 p.m. while one of the senior guys is on vacation and then next week he begins a 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. schedule.  This is the earliest schedule he’ll have had, on a permanent basis anyway, in the last four years of our family life.  I am beyond grateful to finally have my husband home for dinner, but the transition is — ouch! — a transition!

It feels a little bit like I’ve been hit by daylight savings time.  Suddenly it’s all off and Mama is off along with it!  Funny how, when you have little children, time is the master of your days.  Mess with Mr. Time, and you. will. pay!  I have to re-calibrate when and how I do things and I’m not even remotely in a groove yet.  Hence my grumpiness, no doubt.

So as I sit here, I’m thinking about life right now.  We have a one-(and a half)-year-old in the house, a three-(and a half)-year-old, a nearly six-year-old and a nearly eight-year-old.  Mr. S. and I turn thirty-five-years-old this year.  We’ll have a kindergartner and a second grader come fall.  We’re starting our third year of homeschooling.  We’ve lived in Ohio for four years.  We’ve lived in this town and been homeowners for a year and a half.  Mr. S. has been at his current job for almost two years.  (Hard to believe he graduated from law school almost six years ago, isn’t it?)  In a couple of weeks, we’ll celebrate our tenth anniversary.  What a life those ten years have held!

Does change come easily for anyone? Even good change? I feel like I move a half a step behind my life.  Never catching up to the moment.  I guess that’s how everyone feels.  Or maybe there are people waiting for their lives to catch up with them?  If there are, I am certainly NOT one of them.  I move when I can’t stand still anymore.  The last to sign up.  The last to join the game.  The last to jump in the pool.  I like the knowns.  Not the new.  At least in practice.

I say this, in part, because it’s surprisingly difficult to grapple with learning how to do family dinners and I’m stressed out about it.  When my husband was home earlier for a few months in the fall, it took over a month to start successfully having family dinners.  The last seven months completely destroyed that mode and we are starting fresh again.  We’re relearning how to set a table and to say prayers together and to wait to be served and to ask to be excused.  (Believe me when I say that controlling four children at a dinner table alone is beyond the scope of my ability.)  Part of me is incredibly angry about this.  What kind of society do we live in that a family like ours hasn’t learned to have a family dinner in almost EIGHT YEARS?  I resent this change that I’ve been wanting all of these years because it is hard.

Is that the heart of it?  I want it all to be easy?

Silly me.  I married a poor attorney and had four kids.  I certainly did not sign up for the easy life, did I???

(Okay two children are crying which means I either post this or scrap it.  Hope you don’t mind a post.  Incomplete and grump-a-wumpy as it is!)

Friday Morning In My House

Mr. S. is off today so that I can head over to a small local home school conference.  Jokingly, I asked him yesterday if his mom went to home school conferences and he scoffed.  WE ALL went to home school conferences, he said.  And my mother brought a u-haul.  I have a mental picture of this that makes me giggle.

It was a rough night last night for the Evie, as I am trying to wean her more at night.  Lately, she’s been waking every two or three hours and then rousing at five or so and not settling until I take her into my bed with me and let her nurse for another hour.  To say it’s totally ridiculous is an understatement and I’d be surprised if I get six hours of interrupted sleep right now.  Well last night, Mr. S. was a bit more involved in her care than usual (there was a long jag of whiny crying in there) and this morning he mentioned that it wasn’t a great night for her to have “the worst night ever.”  This too makes me giggle a little since I’ve been doing some level of “the worst night” for over a month now!  The thought of stopping her cold turkey and dealing with the ramifications makes me shake in my boots.  She is perhaps our strongest willed child yet and it wouldn’t be pretty!  She’s also our most aggressive nurser, as evidenced by the fact that I’ve only had one cycle since her birth which, now that I mention it, was exactly 18 months ago today.  Happy one and a half, Evie!

Right now, she’s eating her breakfast on the kitchen floor because I don’t feel like listening to her shriek her displeasure at being in the highchair. (Heaven forbid you not wait on her hand and foot while she’s in there!)  At least she’s eating right?  Wish she hadn’t strewn those cheerios from one side of the house to the other.

I started another load of laundry this morning by leaving the lid up to let it soak.  Oh my goodness, you guys.  THE MUD.  There is so much mud in our lives right now.  This summer has been endlessly wet and we’re going through clothes and towels like crazy.  Normally in the summer I hang the beach towels out to dry outside and use them over and over again for a week.  This year, they are basically unusable after the first go around because of the mud and even if I do leave them out, they get rained on within a day or two.  Nobody likes a had-been-rained-on-and-dried-crunchy towel.

In the living room right now, the coffee table is in the middle of the room set up with two dining room chairs — it looks like a bistro table.  The piano bench is next to it, there’s a child’s tent nearby, and the couch is set up as a bed.  This is what happens when you let Roo spend the night in the living room while “sleep training” her little sister in their shared room.   She makes herself right at home, or rather, she makes herself a home.  Oh, and look.  She left her gum in her little purse and Jack is now eating gum.  I suppose that’s where he got that piece he was eating earlier this morning.  The same piece that fell out of his mouth when he and Evie were scuffling over the recliner.  At first we couldn’t find it.  Is there anything better than lost, chewed, gum in a carpeted room?

On a totally different note, Mr. S. and I are considering buying a TV for our bedroom.  I have mixed feelings about this.  There are people who can’t imagine NOT having a TV in their bedroom and certainly people who would consider the idea pure evil.  I’m pretty sure having a TV in your bedroom is morally neutral, but it’s a curious thing to think about.  Whether a TV in the bedroom is good for the marriage or not.  Does it encroach on sacred space?


This and That and Whatever

So Roo is doing golf lessons for the next three weeks.  Newsflash.  All over the country, kids can get free golf lessons if they are beginners.  Three days a week, two hours a day, three weeks long.  (Look up First Tee.) Perhaps they don’t want the game to die or something?  Whatever the reason,  I am more than happy to use golf to assuage my momma guilt for not signing anyone up for soccer or t-ball again this year.  And free.  So win.  Also, it’s in the morning which means I can drop her off without the little kids and then go back and get them.  Because you know, you KNOW, how fun it is to pack up the whole family to run someplace ten minutes away.  I have to get out the double stroller to walk from the parking lot to the little golfers’ spot and there is generally wailing and gnashing of teeth by the unfortunate stinkers who have to be strapped into the thing.  Why can I not walk through this long busy parking lot on my own two feet without holding an adult hand? Unacceptable woman!  

I’m reminded of last spring when I took Roo to art lessons and one day ZouZou simply refused to leave the car.  Evie was a baby at the time and I had her already tucked into the sling and Jack strapped in the stroller, but there was ZouZou — arms crossed and crying in the back of the van.  No intention of a speedy exit or any exit at all if she could help it.  Thankfully I didn’t have to spend the next half hour trying to plead, threaten, or bribe her out because another art mom passed us by and I asked her if perhaps Roo could walk into the building with her family.  The mother kind of had that look like “you’re weird for asking a near stranger to walk your kid in” but I was a bit desperate at that particular moment.  Being new to the four kids thing and all.  Not sure how I’d react now. (In case you wondered, ZouZou didn’t want anyone to see her crying and therefore could not go in public.)

Roo hasn’t said one way or the other whether or not she likes golf.  We are fish out of water at the course since none of us have golf-y clothing and most of the other parents and kids show up in their “we’re a sporty middle/upper family” attire.  (Think lots of synthetic fibers!)  Meanwhile, I’m trying to find everyone in my charge something to wear that doesn’t have obvious stains.  Never mind matching, much less stylish and activity appropriate!

I didn’t sign ZouZou up for any activities this summer other than VBS in August.  I think she would do well at group sports because she’s not shy but she is SUCH an introvert and probably wouldn’t care about a sport at all if she played it.  She could totally take or leave ballet when I put her in it.  (Maybe next year I’ll do a sport with her just to see.) Mr. S took a week off not long ago and the older girls and I met friends at a splash pad.  After a couple of hours ZouZou was totally over it and wanted to go home. Roo, however, was having the time of her life.  On the way home ZouZou asked why her big sister always has so much fun and she doesn’t.  I tried to explain to her that different things make her happy than make Roo happy and that is okay!  Take it from your introverted mother, baby :).

On Jack’s summer activity schedule is potty training and we’re taking it slow and steady.  No boot camp or anything.  Just putting on the underpants for a while each day and getting used to the whole thing.  We’ve made progress since day one.  He is doing better about tinkling where he shouldn’t but diapers or no, I still clean up poop from someplace it shouldn’t be almost DAILY.  Seriously, if there is anything I’m good at, it’s reacting to poop emergencies without freaking out because it’s practically routine around here. If I had a dollar for every time I cleaned crap out of Jack’s hair I’d have, well, two dollars.  But still. The grossness factor is off the charts.

Speaking of witch, I’ve been blogging too long.  Time to go avert another poop-tastrophy.  Wish me luck!

More thoughts on home management…

I’ve snuck into the computer to blog and I’m kind of afraid to start.  Lately trying to blog in the day makes me so very crabby!  I think it’s because I hate things half-finished and inevitably I’m interrupted and when given the choice to power through or quit, I tend to power through until one of the kids makes it impossible to continue by waking up a baby or putting poop in their hair or some such nonsense.  And THEN I have to quit which makes me even MORE grumpy because not only didn’t I finish what I started, I also had to deal with the fall-out from trying.  Vicious cycle, I’m tellin’ ya.

Today I wanted to pop in and resume my earlier-this-spring discussions of bringing order to the Sparrow house.  Truth be told I’m not going to read my earlier post because, hello, don’t have time for that!  But hopefully I can remember enough to put into context what I’ve been thinking about lately as I work through how to manage the world of summer.

When I first started “getting things in order” I felt really convicted.  I felt convicted of my own sinful sloth and also convicted that there was a better way in general to control my household.  I started out in desperation and worked really hard and made a lot of progress.  I was keeping the kitchen clean, the days had more framework.  We could leave the house more easily without leaving things trashed in our wake.  I was proud of myself and really noticing what can get done when you take things to the next level.  I also felt guilty for all of the years of lost opportunities.  Our lives could have been enriched by my being more “on top of things”!  I think it was good to get to that point but I found the down side of it too.  I was tired.  Completely spent at the end of the day.  I began to resent my husband come nine o’clock at night….didn’t he see me cleaning up all by myself?  I noticed myself getting more and more anxious.  When I couldn’t maintain “the next level” I felt guilty and frustrated with myself.  I was desperate — really desperate — for rest in a new way and I didn’t know how to get it.

And then we switched bedrooms and my husband went out of town for a week and then we did home renovations and I started potty training Jack and every little bit of my new “schedule” flew out the window like it had never existed in the first place.  So here I am with piles of laundry, and messes, and very little rhyme or reason to the days. and I’m wondering.  What I should do next?  Do I put on my big girl pants and jump into the fray of “getting on top of things” with a battle cry of determination?  There must be a way to do it better, right?  So I don’t burn out?  Or do I follow the “easy way” of taking each day as it comes?  Is there a middle ground at all, or is it all or nothing?  I have a really time being ordered AND flexible.

I’ve been thinking about my temperament lately.  I’m phlegmatic.  This means a lot of things, but according to what I’ve read, phlegmatics are not generally internally motivated.  A.k.a. they are prone to laziness.  I don’t want to be a lazy person, certainly, but I want to find a place where I am pushing my comfort zone without pushing it to the point of distress.  Sometimes when you flip yourself inside out, you get to a place where you are committing the opposite sins, you know?  You come down too hard on the other side?

Anyway, thoughts for today.  Baby’s crying in the crib.

The New Twigs: June 2015

Settling into the house ::

Well, we finally did it!  We pulled up the rug in the living room.

Okay, so here’s the full-fledged “before”:

WP_20150407_15_14_52_ProAnd the metamorphosis:

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Drum roll please…


Can you believe — perfect floors underneath?!  The dining room floor was ruined with staples and nails and we thought it would all be the same.


Nope!  They even used what appears to be a premium padding.  Not a stain to be seen in the main area.  There is damage from the carpet tack strips, what looks like a razor blade swipe or two, and some mild damage around the two floor vents, but overall it is lovely and I’m so glad we never went through with ordering new flooring.  Perhaps we might replace the dining room flooring and kitchen to match the rest?  We do need to put down half round trim to finish off the place but for now there are not any unsightly gaps between the trim and floor that aren’t concealed by furniture.

Mom and I could not move the piano.  Heaviest. thing. ever.  We cut the carpet out around it.  Hopefully my husband will be able to get the rest. (Also, we left the hallway for him.  Lucky guy!)


We decided that the room looks smaller without the wall-to-wall carpeting but the possibilities for decorating it are far and beyond anything we could muster with forest green carpeting.  Seriously, nothing matches green carpeting in a good way!

I found the new 8×10 area rug, imperfect, for $99.  If you’ve been rug shopping lately, you know that that is a good price!  It’s soft but visually a bit bossy for my liking.  It’s light and bright though and that makes me happy.  I prefer it to a bound remnant of regular carpet anyway and I didn’t find anything else that I was willing to fork over $250 for. And on a side note, that corner fireplace makes the rug seem too far out, but there’s no good solution for that.

We desperately need more functional seating in this room and I’ve been forbidden to buy new furniture.  That is to say, my better half is perhaps more rational than I am in this regard and cautions against the wisdom of spending a bunch of money on furniture that’s going to get ruined by our pack of feral offspring.

Still, we need another chair at least and I’m of a mind to buy one of these and slipcover it –

WP_20150530_12_44_31_Pro There is nothing I DON’T want to do more than slipcover an armchair but this type of chair is a dime a dozen (these particular ones are $40 a piece) and with my own fabric I could probably be out the door for $115 or something.  But gosh, the work.  I don’t even want to think about it.  Then again, slipcovering one chair is better than slipcover two chairs, right?  I kind of do want a matching set ;).  With a round coffee table between them.

Settling into the neighborhood ::

When my neighbor’s husband died at Christmas time my heart sank, not just because of her grief and many other reasons, but because I thought it was the end of an era.  I didn’t really mention the details before, but he had taken his life in their home and I couldn’t fathom she would possibly want to live there after that.  I honestly thought my new dear friend would be gone within a couple of months and the house would go to strangers.  Only, it hasn’t happened that way at all.

I feel like God had a plan in mind for us to help my neighbor when He let all of the pieces fall into place for us to move here.  He allowed us to be there in a special way during the difficult days surrounding her husband’s death, both before and after, and He continues to allow us to share in her life in a way I never would have imagined when we bought the house last year.

Last night my girlies were chasing fireflies at 9:30 at night.  Running rampant through both yards, they found this:

WP_20150605_21_50_21_ProHer husband’s ring.  Before she even knew she even knew it had slipped off of her thumb.

Pretty cool to be part of her story in such a way.

Settling into the community ::

I feel like we’ve made great headway in tapping into the local home school community.  Cementing relationships is something I really struggle with but I feel more “in” than out now.  One of these days (now that I’m not so embarrassed by my house?) I might even host book club.

The local high school home school group put on a play of “Get Smart,” (remember the old TV show?) which Roo and I attended last weekend.  Roo absolutely loved it which I think is pretty funny since it seems like most of it went over her head.  It must have been the secret agents hiding in trashcans and silly agent gadgets that grabbed her.  After we got home I found some episodes on Netflix and she’s been watching them.


Did I mention the desktop computer is in our closet now?

More on that another time ;)


Hurray, I finally finished a post!

The Official Room-Switch Review

First off, mount laundry has been overcome! Most of the house is back to where it should be.  Thank you baby Jesus!

As expected, the new rooming situation took some adjustment for all. That said, we are loving the results so far. (Tomorrow, who knows?  Today, yes, awesome.)

Here’s how things stood before the change –

Room 1:  Jack (age 3)
Room 2: Roo & ZouZou (age 5 & 7)
Room 3: Mr. & Mrs. & Evie (age 16 months)

Here’s the new configuration –

Room 1: Roo  & Evie
Room 2: Mr. & Mrs.
Room 3: ZouZou & Jack

Well the first night was a bit bumpy for the older children.  With Jack came the toys and that pleased ZouZou.  Until she realized that with the toys came Jack!  ZouZou is a builder and though she is not obsessive, she certainly likes her items to stay in one piece while she builds them.  Jack, naturally, is a destroyer.  The first night before the official bedtime Jack wrecked one too many of ZouZou’s creations and she burst into tears and proclaimed that she never, ever, ever, ever wanted to share a room with Jack. Thankfully she mostly got over it and things have been going well.  It turns out ZouZou and Jack get along in there despite their playing-together problems because (who knew?) they both mostly like to go to sleep at bedtime!  (When ZouZou and Roo were together they NEVER went to sleep at bedtime.) The second night J & ZZ even fell asleep together in the same bed.  Let me tell you, that really warmed my heart because I feel badly that Jack’s older sisters spend most of their time playing off in their own little world and either ignoring their brother or getting mad at him for ruining their stuff.  Jack desperately needs positive interactions with his older sisters and that was the main reason I wanted him in with ZouZou.  To build a better relationship between the two of them. Watching it happen is awesome.

Roo’s transition to the new room with Evie was a rather drastic change.  It was not at all unusual for her and ZouZou to play for an hour together (mostly making noise and messes) after they went to their room at the end of the day.  Rooming with Evie, Roo has to sneak into the bedroom and be very, very, quiet.  She can’t really come in and out at will either because that would wake up Evie.  She’s allowed to do whatever she wants in there as long as she doesn’t wake up her sister but she doesn’t enjoy playing alone all that much.  Without her old ZouZou partner in crime, she pretty much ends up just going to bed.  What a novel idea.

Our house is usually quiet now after the kids go into their rooms at night.

As for Evie, she’s doing fine for naps.  We have to be more careful about children running loudly down the hall because her room is in the middle of the hallway and across from the main bathroom.   Nights have been basically what I expected.  Sometimes she sleeps well, sometimes she sleeps horribly.  Her first night was okay.  Her second night was Awful (think, five wakings before midnight), and her third night was her best with a wake up around 2 a.m. and 6 a.m.. (I have never really had a kid who slept through 2 a.m. until they were fully weaned and I am not much bothered by having to get up a couple of times.)  However, the wakings have increased in the last couple of nights and I hope that gets better.  (Teething.  You are killing me!)  I would prefer not to have to get out of bed three or four times in the middle of the night.  But that’s just me. Either way, I still prefer to have her in a different room. When she shared with us, I rarely fell asleep before her first waking and that often meant I would go to bed around 11:45 p.m. (okay, usually later) and lay awake until her first waking a half hour later (my body didn’t know how to relax until then I guess) when she would come into bed with us.  Then, depending on who-knows-what, she might want to nurse for a half hour or more.  I dreaded going to bed. I don’t miss that.  Nor does Mr. S.. He and I, we definitely appreciate having a kid-free room again!

I wish we had moved Evie out earlier, though I don’t know when we would have done it.  She probably could have transitioned six months ago but I guess I wasn’t ready.  It’s weird, I know why I cosleep, but I don’t know why I cosleep.  It’s convenient and wildly inconvenient at the same time.  Comfortable and miserable.  I love and hate it.  Right now, I love that the time for cosleeping over.  For a little while at least.

p.s. I was going to throw a few photos in here of home reno and whatnot but apparently my phone and computer aren’t talking to each other tonight.  Maybe next time.

Hello Out There???

Can you hear me?  I know you can’t see me buried underneath the wardrobes of six people!

It’s bad you guys.  The level of disarray that has gone into the great room switch is bad, bad, bad.  Feels like moving into the upstairs all over again — without the kitchen part, thank goodness.  But still, I thought I couldn’t possibly, but somehow did?, underestimate the amount of wacko involved in putting every member of this family into a different room.

The clothes.  Did they breed? Very possibly.  The girls have been rooming together for so long, I have yet to successfully separate their socks and underwear into their new respective rooms.  It’s like a divorce or divvying up the estate. Heck, I can hardly tell which clothes belong to which girl anymore.  And the tights!  I can’t fathom why we own this many pairs?  I really thought I had done well with paring down the wardrobes but holy moly, I guess I didn’t get to the tights.  Honestly, it feels like I didn’t get to anything else either!

In my defense, I had only recently gotten the summer clothes bin out from the basement and put it into the girls’ closet.  No one had fully transitioned to warm weather stuff and finalizing that on top of the location switch leads me to believe I need an advanced degree in something to figure this situation out!  What a mess.  I’m left drinking chocolate milk out of stemless wine glasses because you know what is not happening around here?  Every other thing that should be happening.  Oh, and you know who ran out of laundry detergent this week?  Yep.  This girl.

Maybe the thing about moving people around is that you are suddenly dealing with new sizes of everything in regard to storage and you have to rethink the whole she-bang.  The closet that held so-and-so’s wardrobe just fine cannot be used in the same way by the new inhabitant.  The dresser that fit into one room doesn’t work in another.  The new dresser doesn’t fit the new occupant’s clothes properly.  There’s overflow where there didn’t used to be.  Combined drawers can no longer be combined.  Etc. Etc. Etc.  Hence, the fun!

So, so, so much fun.  Would you care to come take over all of this fun for me?  I can’t stand anymore of this fun.

At this very moment I’m trying not to look at my maternity wardrobe perched precariousy in an underbed bag on top of an end table — in the middle of the livingroom.  With folded dishtowels on top of it.

What is even going on here?

After we ripped up the carpet in the girls old room and painted it we decided that we liked it best of all and would move into that room ourselves.  That’s the perk of being the parents right?  Commandeering all of the best stuff?  The curtains we had bought before look quite a bit better in there ;).  Then we realized that it’s stupid to move in without doing the baseboard trim which set us back in the settling-in thing.  No point in putting those underbed bags back in yet.  Oh and our closet is currently unusable.  Partly because its trimmed in bright teal paint that needs to be primed back to white…and partly because its getting turned into a computer “room” with only space for clothes in the margins.


It’s wonderful and I’m blessed.  And s.t.r.e.s.s.e.d.

Oh golly am I stressed out by all of this upheaval.

Jesus take the wheel.

There’s something else too.

This might be shallow, but here’ goes.  My forest green rug is driving me nuts in a way I can’t even describe.  I think it’s because I have a heart for making things pretty and even if my efforts fall far short of anything in a magazine, it helps me to be surrounded by items that have been chosen by me in some small capacity.  I like to make things my own, I guess.  To have dominion over my little corner of the world.  But what can you do with a forest green rug in a living room?  There is no saving that situation.  Oy, does it rub against my sense of beauty and loveliness!   I’m nearly obsessed with its speedy removal.  Gaaaaaaa!

Okay, ENOUGH rug talk.  I need to go gather my mental resources and make a plan to conquer mount-wardrobe tomorrow.  Followed by mount laundry.

Hope you had a wonderful weekend!

~ Liz

Story of a Morning

While cutting an english muffin in half, I stab my palm with a knife.  Stings, but not a mortal wound.

Child exits his bedroom, sans diaper, poop smeared up his back, on his shirt, and on his hands.

With help of hubby, who is nearly late for work, we get dirty child into bathtub.

I attempt to take bleach down from a high shelf to clean poop from child’s bedroom floor.

The bleach bottle slips and sails over my head, lands on the floor, the cap goes flying, and a half a gallon of it pours out onto the kitchen wood flooring.

Bleach gets into my knife wound.

Thankfully husband, now late for work, is still around to hold baby.  Lest she play in the bleach on the floor.

Good news is.  My dining room has never been so clean.


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