Mommin' It Up!

November 30, 2007

Why Emily Doesn’t Live her Life to Please Me is Beyooond Me!

The following is an open letter to my cousin and co-blogger, Emily.

Dear Cousin,

For the LIFE OF ME, I cannot figure out WHY you and that bearded cradle-robber you married don’t want to know the sex of your unborn child. I mean, SERIOUSLY. This is 2007! (Isn’t it? I don’t know, I haven’t had a lot of sleep lately, the details are a bit fuzzy…)

Anyhoo, I KNOW the ultrasound was yesterday and I KNOW you didn’t find out, but cousin, I beseech you, call that ultrasound tech and tell her you changed your mind and you want to know! And if you and Andy can’t do it for yourselves, DO IT FOR ME!

I mean, you owe me, cousin. Think about it. Remember when you were supposed to be my roommate at Asbury College but you totally left me hanging and went to this craphole instead? And I was a roommate-less loser and had to room with the colon-cleanser-abusing exercise addict whose microwave veggie burgers constantly stunk up our room? It was horrible! You owe me, cousin! And what about the time I got you an interview at that place we used to work together? Then you got the job and we had so much fun! Of course it turned out to be the worst place to work ever, but HEY – it got you started and you’ve been movin’ on up the envelope-stuffing corporate ladder ever since! If it weren’t for me you might be bagging at the IGA! THINK ABOUT THAT!

I suffered through your first pregnancy not knowing what gender baby you were gonna pop out, and I just don’t know if I can stand the suspense this time. I might DIE. Seriously. Do you want that on your head?

Just find out and whisper it in my ear! It’ll be our little secret! Plleeeeeeaaasseeeeee!

Love,
Pashoo

P.S. Told you I was feeling snarky.
P.P.S. We kicked NaBloPoMo’s butt! Yay us!

November 29, 2007

Deck the Halls with OCD

Last night, Kate was dying to decorate the Christmas tree, so Andy hauled in the boxes from the garage and we got to work.

Ok, Kate and I got to work. Andy watched “Shawshank Redemption” in the living room.

He does not like to decorate the Christmas tree. AT ALL. I’ve wondered why for many years, but last night it hit me.

As I may have mentioned, I’m a little neurotic, so as Kate hung ornaments last night, I found myself taking deep breaths and trying not to ruin the whole experience by flipping out about where exactly she hung them. After the first ~~ten~~ few times she responded with “Mommy, I get to hang this wherever I want to” when I calmly suggested an appropriate spot, I realized that this year’s tree wasn’t going to be as, uh, balanced as usual.

After a while, she called Daddy in to help. He, of course, couldn’t refuse such a request, so he joined us. As I packed up the empty boxes and watched them hang the last few ornaments on the tree, I heard Andy’s breathing becoming labored. Then I saw the steam coming out of his ears. And that’s when I figured out why he’s the Ornament Grinch.

You see, Andy’s got about five times the OCD I do. So if he could make sure that an ornament of a two inch diameter could be hung on every third branch, he would be in business. But our ornament collection is rather eclectic and he can’t stand the chaos. Add a three-year-old’s randomness into the mix and we’ve got a recipe for disaster.

He was trying hard to be patient, but I could see he was getting close to the breaking point.

“This is like when she mixes different colors of Play Doh together. You’re just going to have to let this go,” I advised.

A few ornaments later, we were done… and no one was too overly traumatized.

Here’s what our tree looks like in the areas where I hung ornaments.

Here’s what it looks like where Kate hung ornaments.

And here’s what I discovered when I looked a little more closely at Kate’s area.

All of Daddy’s car ornaments are hanging in a row.

Isn’t that cute? Little preschooler OCD.

The ~~apple~~ ornament does not fall far from the tree.

November 28, 2007November 28, 2007

WFMW: Put Yourself on the List!

Okay, so if you are a regular reader of this blog, you know that I’m a neurotic weirdo (though not as neurotic as Emily, thankfully ha ha ha ha ha)! I’ve been a SAHM for about six months now, and in that time my neuroses have increased a ~~hundred fold~~ wee bit. For a couple of months I really struggled with how to handle the daily tasks of housekeeping, child-rearing, and errand-running and also squeeze in time to take care of myself. Remember this post? Back when I wrote that I was one ugly ponytailed, wrinkly-clothesed, un-madeup Mama. Sometimes I wasn’t even CLEAN! Yikes! But I am happy to say, after a few months of getting the kinks worked out, I’ve found a way to balance things a bit better, especially when I have a lot to accomplish. My method is simple: I make a “to do” list, and I put myself on it! Here’s an example. This is my “to do” list from yesterday:

Dishes
Shower
Go to Bank
Laundry
Go to CVS
Sweep dining room
Clean up living room
Sweep living room
Makeup
Take out trash
Change Diaper Pail

I had a ton of cleaning to do and laundry because poor Joshua had no clean clothes and remained in his PJs until noon. But I also really wanted to get myself cleaned up as well. I wanted to have a shower and makeup on before I ran to the bank and the drug store. So, I put those things on the list. Then, after I completed them and crossed them off of the list, I felt not only clean and shiny, but also a sense of accomplishment instead of a sense of guilt for taking the time to take care of myself. This may seem stupid to you, but somehow I am able to trick myself into thinking that showering, doing my makeup, excercising, or reading my Bible Study book is not just something for me, but something that contributes to the success of my day.

I know I’m a crazy coo-coo nuts, but it works for me! So why not give it a try and see if it works for you?

For more great Works for Me Wednesday tips, head over to Rocks in my Dryer!