This and That

It has been a busy month for my family. I don't have much to show for all the hustle and bustle around here, aside from the usual bags under my eyes and and a general feeling of being unappreciated. Hubby is neck deep in his studies, and I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy when he picks up the books and steals away to to a locked room to immerse himself in a world of some sort of mathematical/computer-y stuff I know absolutely nothing about. The children have come to understand that his schooling is important to daddy, and they have been unexpectedly gracious about his attentiveness to his studies. I, on the other hand, tried to spend a few quiet minutes in the bathroom with my new Mary Kay catalogue, and judging from the kids reactions, you'd think I was guilty of abandonment or something. I mean, don't think I haven't thought about it, or even threatened to do it, but come on-all I wanted was ten measly minutes-ALONE! Apparently 10 minutes in people time is like a million hours in kid time. Yeesh.

Every spring I buy a pair of cheap, but funky spring sneakers-the kind that require no socks so you can easily slip them on and off, eventually turning them into odor absorbing monsters that have to be banished to the outdoors once the smell gets too overpowering. Anyways, I had purchased myself a fairly cheap pair of sneaks a couple of weeks ago, and have in return payed for my cheapness with varying amounts of discomfort. The other day, I noticed the pain was more pronounced than usual, but me being me, I didn't take the time to investigate what the problem might have been. Bear in mind that I was raised by woman who made me walk barefoot in the summer in order to "toughen up my feet". I was the only kid to have spent my summers in "foot camp." (I apologize for that lame joke. Let's just carry on like that never happened, shall we?) After limping along for an entire day, it occurred to me that I might be able to fix my problem by simply turning over my shoe and dumping out whatever it was that was digging into my foot. Genius! I wish I had thought that up years earlier. I probably could have saved myself quite a few blisters. So, I finally emptied my shoe and guess what came tumbling out? An earring. I spent a whole day walking around on an earring. The only moral I can offer up for this one is keep your kids as far away from lead paint as possible. My parents didn't, and see how things turned out?

I have been on a spring cleaning kick lately, and it's all thanks to my new mop. Change your mop, change your life. Once Darcy is finished with his course for the semester, he has pledged to do some major renovations around the house and yard, and we really need it! We are one toilet bowl in the front lawn away from being trailer park chic. Every spring we pour a great deal of sweat and effort into sprucing the place up, one little corner at a time. Unfortunately, the children can destroy it all with surprisingly little effort, one corner at a times. Maybe things will be different this year. I doubt it, but we'll see.