I woke up this morning with the strangest image in my mind. Me...hair done neatly, wearing an apron, cleaning house and smiling!
Okay people....this is NOT Leave it to Beaver and I am defiantly NOT June Cleaver. The house isn't even a mess (although I could stand to get a little more laundry finished). This is obviously my mind beginning preparations for Al's return. I am SO ready for him to get home, but these are indeed the lazy days of summer and I am currently living them to the fullest!
5:00 am: Micaiah rolls over, smacks me in the face, and wakes me from a semi-peaceful sleep. All of the sudden my mind kicks into high gear. ***Her daddy will be home soon, she'll have to stop crawling into bed with me.***Bed, bed, I need to wash their sheets. ***Just washed Braeden's sheets, I should start Hooked on Phonics with him. ***Reading, I should institute an hour of FAMILY read time every night. ***Ashton and Kayl need to work on math. ***School, I didn't pre-enroll the kids for next year. ***Who will watch the dog while we are in Kansas? ***Dog hair, need to vacuum. ***Need to mow. ***Need to scrub. ***Need to do laundry. ***Do this do that, SMILE SMILE SMILE!
All the while I picture myself in that little apron looking sweet and happy. Honestly, can you imagine? I mean, I dig a clean house, and I'm cool with all of us sitting around reading, but I am feeling a little too Donna Reed right now and that makes me VERY uneasy.
So...I think I will start slow. Here in a few I will toss some clothes in the wash. Maybe I will run out and mow assuming the grass is dry. I'll pick up the house and water the plants. Maybe I'll go ahead and set up the trampoline that has been sitting in my van all weekend. I could dust & do the dishes. I might even scrub the kitchen floor. But I refuse to indulge my early morning fantasy with a dress and heels.
KUDOS to June Cleaver and her pearls...but I am all about a ratty t-shirt and bandana.
About Me
- Randi
- I'm married to a fantastic man who drops by for a visit from time to time (no I'm not kidding). We have 6 amazing kids that keep me busier than any one woman should be. I have an inherent fear of boredom....so I do whatever possible to quell any possiblity of it's rising. That being said, I am also an insomniac...which means at times, even my best efforts are quashed. However, that is not to say that I don't try. I am...for all purpses rendered...a "fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants" kind of girl. Some think this an elaborate excuse to procrastinate, when in fact, it is simply my way of staying sane...and perhaps an occasional excuse to procrasinate. I am insanely loyal to my friends and would drop everything in a moments notice for them. I dig partying with a ton of people. The more the better. I'm told I have an insane gift for making people enjoy themselves. Am studing the possiblility of euphoric gasses released through my salivary glands. It's one of many theories I'm looking into. Along with the off chance that I may just simply exude good times all on my own...curious. I love to sing, and do it as often as possible. Been told I can carry a tune...I do try *eh hem*!
4 comments:
I hear you....heels suck no matter what...but cleaning in them would be terrible.
I start to feel that same house crunch when I expect J home or when ever we are going to have visitors. I hava friend from AZ coming in a few weeks and I swear that the "To Do" list is occupying my brain more than it needs to...
Heels huh! When I was Mexico most of the women had very high heels on. Even walking around in them, and here I was in my niki's.
I need to clean also. Just need to get motivated. Accckkkk! Still a messy house from vacation, nothing is put away yet. Oh well!
These super women in their pearls and heels had something we don't- they had makeup persons and designers. Reality is anything but. In the real world (mine) you set the vaccuum out when someone drives up, uncurl the hose and cord and make a statement that you are at that time cleaning. Put out all kinds of cleaning products to testify to this. If you are a neat nic you miss out on the cobwebs you have sprayed with hairspray and thrown glitter on for decoration, you know red for Christmas, pastels for Easter, orange for Halloween etc. Aw house work- don't you just love it!
Hey, you have two half grown kids to cut the grass... (she says as she tells her 25 year old, "don't worry about it, I'll cut it (after I fix supper, do some laundry, feed the baby, pay a few bills, take out the trash (it's OK honey, I got that)buy groceries, wash the car, water the garden...when I get home from work)! Hey, I just want you to learn from my mistakes!!!! :)
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