Wednesday, March 31, 2010
The Default Option
Sunday, July 12, 2009
The Nesting Bug Has Struck!
The next day I vacuumed the whole house. The whole house! Even my laundry room, and the bathrooms. And I put away more linens in the linen closet. The box of table linens that has been in our bedroom for a year? It's all put away! I have rediscovered tablecloths that I forgot I had, and discovered some hand-me-down tablecloths from my great aunt. I actually remember her buying some of them in Hong Kong in 1986.
It's quite nice to have some decluttering done and a house that would not embarrass me if my parents were to arrive tomorrow (not happening until next week). Even the kids are staying out of my way--it's like there is a strange vibe around Mommy and they dare not interfere with my cleaning rituals. Today I mopped the dining room and living room. I need to keep going, but the water was dirty and frankly I do need to be mindful of how much energy I actually have. Of course I have to be amused by the dog, who is alternately bemused and terrified of our vacuum cleaner and will run up to cautiously sniff when it is off and run away with her tail between her legs when I turn it on. Hehe. It's funny.
Don't get me wrong, my house is definitely not Martha Stewart organized or clean. There is still an ample coating of dust on the piano and assorted knick-knacks (which is why I haven't brought any into my room, natch). And I'm sure my baseboards and walls and cupboards in the kitchen & bathrooms could use a good clean with Mr. Magic Eraser. Nonetheless, it is acceptable and would merit the label decently clean from a stranger passing by. And well, that is a significant improvement! I have to continue this decluttering urge as long as it lasts. DH is getting into the act, too--a dump run is planned to get rid of the remodel debris that lingers in the yard and back deck. Yippee! I can't wait to see all of that gone, too.
The hormones & I, we are a'cleaning. It's a good thing.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Cranky, Disorganized, & Running Out of Time
My daughter is continuing to exhibit her unacceptable attitude on occasion. She has shown some improvement since daycare has ended, but she's still driving us crazy at least once a day. It's like her brain is simply incapable of processing the fact that SHE has a much happier day when she loses the attitude and demonstrates her ability to DO what she is told to do. My husband has forbidden the phrase, "I'll listen! I'll listen!" as this is what she says repeatedly when she gets into trouble. Again, the whole concept of it's not just listening, it's DOING is apparently beyond her intellect at the age of 4.
My house is still looking like a bomb went off in it. I have empty boxes scattered hither & yon, waiting to be removed for recycling. I still don't have all the linens back in my linen closet, so I am stepping over space bags still in the laundry room and our bedroom. I have pre-pregnancy clothes under my bed with no home to go to. I think a neighbor hit the nail on the head--I just do not have enough storage in this house, and it's driving me nuts!
DH is doing his best to finish the bathroom remodel. All but 2 rows of tile are laid for the tub surround, and then we have to grout it and seal the grout on the floor and in the tub surround. We still have to finish painting the tub room, and then install all the trim and the linen closet door. I hope we aren't going to be doing this when our parents get here, I really don't.
Nonetheless, I don't think this baby is going to wait. The head is very low, and my OB thinks there is no way we are making it to the due date. This is good news for me, because I really, really want to avoid a repeat c-section. I sincerely hope this kiddo is ready to make her appearance (assuming the u/s tech was right and it is a she), because I am just about done with being pregnant. Only a few short weeks left, technically, but she is more than welcome to come early. At least then I'll have a good excuse for my messy house. Stay tuned!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
More to Goodwill
I am doing spring cleaning this week, but not at the lightening quick pace I had envisioned for myself. I hadn't realized how tired I was after teaching full-time this past quarter, being pregnant, giving our children and my husband love and attention, and still trying to keep all the balls juggling around the household. I dropped a ball and got caught with a late payment due to the old due date shuffle by our credit card company, and had to call today to sweetly ask for my old interest rate (8.25%) as opposed to their punitive 19.99% rate which they slapped on me (which they gave to me without any hassle...it pays to have good credit and be a longtime customer). At least I caught it right away, but I'm irritated that I let it happen. I can't wait to pay that sucker off! Not for a while yet, though. But we did pay off another credit card, so I allowed myself a mini-happy dance for that. Our debt snowball calculator tells me that we will be out of debt in...five years. Da-da-da-dum. Sucky, but it is EVERYTHING except our mortgage--the HELOC, my student loan, everything. I guess that is not too bad.
We are supposed to have some folks over for a visit on Saturday afternoon, but now it's looking like we might head over to the city to meet them somewhere instead. I am a bit relieved, frankly, because I am not sure I am going to have the house "company ready" by my standards before Saturday. I am just digging out here and re-establishing some semblance of house cleanliness and tidying, and the whole decluttering thing is a bit messy in its own way. You know the routine--you have to make a mess by sorting stuff before you can reorganize and get rid of the stuff you don't need.
Today I did get our son's room cleaned and reorganized. I took out all the baby toys which he has outgrown, things which are more for toddlers than little boys. And I put all of his favorite toys into his toy cubbies, where they are in plain view but everything has a place. I started doing the same in our daughter's room, but I ran out of time to get it finished. I have to get her buy-in about some of the organizing, because if she's not on board, then it's a waste of my time. Hopefully she will connect the dots about finding her toys more easily, because she is starting to realize that knowing where something actually is makes it a lot easier to play with it.
I am still catching my own bad habits and trying to correct them before they are permanently imparted to the kids. I tend to leave coats and shoes lying around, and so I can't get irritated when they do the same thing. And I am making a habit of just doing something if I see it. Case in point: our kids' ball pit. Half the time the balls are strewn around our den. Whenever I walk through there now, I toss a few balls into the ball pit. Eventually they are all back in there and the room is that tiny bit neater. It's really not that much energy and I feel good about doing just a little every time I see it. I am just trying to transfer that philosophy to the rest of the house!! Hopefully we will get ourselves back onto a tight meal plan and budget and get our house (and ourselves!) ready for this new little one in the summertime. One step at a time...
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Mid-December Madness
Additionally, I have finally solved the MIL present dilemma and hastily shipped off a cute old-style photograph of the kiddos to her, with enough time that it should arrive before Christmas and be safely tucked under the tree. MIL was a bit sad that there was no present for her under the tree in the box I shipped earlier, and that left DH & I scrambling to find something appropriate. I mean, the reason there was nothing in there for her, was that we didn't find anything she'd like or would use! So given the exorbitant cost of shipping things to Ireland, it didn't seem wise to ship something that we knew was just useless crap. We fall on the old standbys of gift cards when nothing appropriate presents itself on this side of the water, and thus was my MIL left with no personally wrapped and addressed present. *sigh* As an aside, how is it that wives get stuck with the Christmas shopping for their husband's family?? Anyway, I feel confident she will love the photo and we can send along an accessory for her new mobile phone from an Irish website, and we're done. *Phew* Fortunately DH's brother-in-law and younger sister will be just as happy with gift cards, so we just have to order those and call it good.
I also have not bought anything for my mother, or my grandparents or great aunt. I should be able to get Wal Mart gift cards or some such for my grandparents and great aunt, as they are too old for useless stuff and I know they would actually use and appreciate the money toward their Wal Mart purchases. My mom is a bit more puzzling, because despite her Amazon wishlist there is nothing that really screams, "I would love this!" We got a pass this year on my dad because my siblings and I chipped in on a really expensive Shun knife that he wanted, so I know he will use it and love it. It's harder to convince myself that my mom will love getting the new Enya Christmas CD on Christmas Day (if she hasn't bought it for herself already), or a new pair of Lee Women's pants in chocolate twill. Just not feeling the love there. She buys her favorite author's books as soon as they come out, and again, pre-ordering a book that is not out for four months is just a little weeny for my taste.
We are still working through the massive pile of Christmas cards that need to be addressed and mailed off. It's great on the one hand to have so many friends and family, but on the other hand it is a lot of work too. I am just hoping that more of our friends reciprocate, because I really love getting Christmas cards. It's the right thing to do to send the cards, but it's hard to justify sending out 200+ cards if you only get about 50-60 in return.
And I still don't have all the Christmas decorations up. Both trees are in the house, and upright...but only one is fully decorated. I was working on the other one today, but discovered that the new lights we just bought at Wal Mart do not work. Grrrrr...*eye tic* So now I get to return them to Wal Mart, and go to another store to buy more lights (because really, if the first box didn't work, who in their right mind would buy the same brand again?).
Did I mention that the bathroom isn't done yet? Yeah. No tub surround. Not even the tile backerboard up. Does this annoy me? Oh yeah, you bet it does. My parents arrive in a little over a WEEK. I would like to have tile up, thanks. You know, the whole progress thing that indicates that our children will SOMEDAY be able to have baths again in their new $400 tub. Little things like that. And my drywall seaming is still too imperfect for my liking, so I have to smooth over some of the rough spots and re-texture the walls, then re-paint those areas. I don't think we'll ever be done.
And we have other good stuff and bad stuff going on too. DH stepped on a nail on Sunday and had to get a tetanus shot. We had a coyote in our yard yesterday morning, which I had to scare off (I don't want them feeling at home in our yard, TYVM). At least the small birds seem to have rediscovered the suet feeder, which I finally re-hung after being certain that large mammals of the genus Ursus would be hibernating by now. And DH is actually getting a Christmas bonus, which is a big praise in this day and age! Of course it is all going to our debt snowball, but YAY REDUCTION OF DEBT!
Nothing to do but press on, I'm afraid. I still have apples to can. Someday, I will be done...someday...
Monday, November 10, 2008
The Delusion of Child Messes
Play Doh will be kept in separate colors so it won't turn into the perennial gray green that every tub of playdoh at daycare or church becomes two seconds after it is opened. YOUR children will only play with it on a designated table only, and you will not let it get tracked or moved all over the house. You say to yourself, "Well, if I buy this cute little sandpit with a cover, the kids won't get sand everywhere and it will stay dry." You even splurge for the extra high walls to prevent sand creeping onto your lawn. What you don't think about is the fact that instead of worrying about sand escaping at will as your children play, you should be worrying about how much will make its way into your house in the form of sandy hands, bodies, and clothing.
Well, I'm here to vouch for the fact that it's just not possible to avoid or even contain messes. Even if you try to avoid messy toys or games, your kids will find them by themselves. And even when you think you have a toy that is contained to a certain season, think again! I thought with our sand table being put away for the winter, our children would be forced to amuse themselves with the plethora of fall leaves and sticks on the lawn, and all the cool creatures crawling around in the leaf litter. Well, I was partly right. They did entertain themselves with that for about half an hour, then they went back to their (wet) Jeep and other stuff by the house. Fine. I was occupied raking leaves from our 100 ft plus big leaf maple, so as long as they weren't killing each other, I was happy. Then I heard the scream and crying, and saw from my decent distance away that my son had a dirty face. I thought it was dirt. Yeah. No, it was play sand...wet play sand at that. DD had shoved/thrown it in his face. When I asked her why she did that, she said, "I wanted a sand fight." *ahem*
One time-out for DD, shower for DS (remember that bit about clothing with sand? Well, add in a cloth DIAPER full of sand), clean clothes, and chill-out nursing session later, and everyone is happy again. Except that I had to sweep up tons of sand from my bedroom and bathroom floor, and I haven't finished rinsing the sand down the sink drain or shower drain yet. I had to change my clothes after wrestling DS out of his, so yet another laundry load is in the wash.
And that Play Doh? Well, after holding out for nearly four years and insisting that DD only play with one color at a time, I finally threw caution to the wind while DH was gone last week and let the kids play with five colors at once. And you know what, it was okay. They don't mind the gray green, and they had a blast with their rainbow Play Doh while it lasted. And really it didn't matter what color it was, I still had about a bazillion dried out pieces to vacuum and sweep up after they were done. I guess I've just realized that childhood is supposed to be messy...I can try to keep it contained most of the time, but I wouldn't want to have a spotless house if it meant my kids didn't enjoy their toys and their messes. Have dustpan, will parent!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Multi-Tasking Run Amok
- My son's Halloween costume. I saw a cute knight outfit, but it cost waaaaaay too much money. So I said, "Shoot, I can make that myself!" and promptly went to Joann (coupons in hand, of course) and bought material and trimmings. Of course, I was then kicking myself when I saw a knight costume for $14 at Wal Mart two weeks later. D'oh!
- My daughter's princess dress. Luckily for me, this is a play-clothes dress for Christmas, so I've got time. Good thing, since the pattern and all the components are still sitting in the bag.
- Repairing four BumGenius diapers. I saw them on sale for $5 each, thought it was a cheap way to add to our stash, and bought them. I should have taken a closer look at the diapers we already had so that I fully acknowledged what it would mean to replace shot leg elastic. Each leg has three seams to rip out before I can get to the elastic. I am close to saying that Cotton Babies swindled me out of $15. Luckily the last one is merely shot Velcro, which is far easier to replace, but alas, requires seam ripping as well.
- Canning apples & pears in many permutations. Yes, I am still sitting on a half bushel of pears and a bushel of apples. See previous entry regarding effort involved. *sigh*
- Shopping, wrapping, and packaging all Christmas gifts for DH's family, and shipping them before it costs a small fortune to do so. That means trying to ship them sometime in the next week. We are buying gift cards for all adults save one (I already bought something for one of DH's sisters), but I still have some things to ship.
- Putting up fall decorations. This also involves thoroughly cleaning our
pigsty disaster zone*ahem* home in the process. Bwahahaha!! Yeah, it's really high on my priority list, as you can see. I'm thinking we might be skipping fall and going straight to the Christmas decorations, just so I have them up before New Year's. Heck, I'm already wrapping the presents, why not? - Working on our bathroom drywall seams, wall texturing, priming, and painting. And laying tile. And putting on paper the design and all the cuts required for the tub surround. Yeah. Good stuff, huh? I am now wondering if we will be done by Thanksgiving.
This is on top of my REGULAR job as, you know, housekeeper and Mom Who Keeps Her Children Intact-for-the-Most-Part-by-the-Grace-of-God. And school chaffeur, what with DD's preschool thrice-weekly. And CFO! Let's not forget CFO! Chief bill payer and budgeter extraordinaire, that's me.
And that is why I was stirring roasting pumpkin seeds with a seam ripper. Because I was keeping my son intact, having discovered him with my seam ripper from the aforementioned diapers, and raced back to stir the pumpkin seeds I was roasting from the sugar pumpkins which were already roasted and food processed and bagged, cooling on the counter (away from little fingers) before freezer storage. Does it scare you? Because it does me, and we're not even close to Christmas yet. I have visions of myself cleaning the bird cage with an empty wrapping paper roll and giving my daughter stamps to use as stickers on her crafts. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Can, Baby, Can
You see, I had to go and order a canner. I looked for one in the thrift shops, but I think I waited too late in the season to begin hunting for one, and got stuck paying full price. However, I think it is paying for itself with the glistening jars of canned goodies that I've put up already. Canning is very easy, actually, if you stick to a boiling water canner and high acid foods. Fortunately for us, that is all that we are interested in canning, so it is working out well as a way to preserve garden largesse.
Thus far, I have made 4 quarts of applesauce, 4 half pints of apple jelly, 2 quarts and 2 pints of apple pie filling, 2 twelve ounce and 2 six ounce jars of honey spiced peach jam, and 3 pints of honey spiced peaches. Oh and 7 six ounce jars of blackberry jelly. I have strained pulp, cooked apple peels in water (to make the apple jelly, a process which imparts a beautiful pink color to the jelly from the peels), used plenty of cheesecloth and managed to burn myself on the chin (now I know that applesauce 'burps' when it's being cooked), and I'm not even half done. I still have about four quarts of blackberries to use up in the freezer, not to mention about a bushel of pears and a bushel of apples on my kitchen floor. And I have six sugar pumpkins to roast and freeze. And carrots to clean, peel, and freeze.
I really enjoy the product, but it's a lot of work getting there. Free is good, so I hate to turn down free apples. In fact another neighbor has a tree full which I haven't even touched yet. I'm trying to plow through the rest of what I've got, and then I will hopefully get a second wind and pick more apples, to repeat the process again.
Of course my husband is all in favor of these endeavors. He said my apple pie filling tastes just like McDonalds' apple pies, which is a great compliment in his mind. I just followed the recipe from Ball's website, so if it happens to taste like Mickey-D's, that is something they will have to take up with the Ball folks. And truthfully I love all the goodies too. They are pretty in their jars, and certainly we will be (and already have been) gifting them to friends and neighbors for Christmas gifts. However, I would like to know how the old pioneer women found a way to, you know, keep the rest of their house from sliding into FILTH while they were putting up all their preserves and so forth. Our house once again is a scene of chaos and apparent bomb debris, the product of our two energetic children and my tired self. Tonight is grading night, too, since I teach tomorrow.
Wah, wah, wah. I know, I'm whining about having too much good stuff! I will be very happy when this season of harvest is over and I can put my feet up by the woodstove and relax a bit. And don't even ask about the bathroom. Quite frankly it's almost as if we don't HAVE a guest bathroom any more. I have more drywalling mud sanding to do, more drywall mudding to do, painting to do...and I just couldn't be bothered. My husband has been working like a Trojan getting the tile cut and laid on the floor, but I am just tired of dealing with it. Sometime I'm going to have to drag myself away from my apple mounds and get back in there and deal with it. Not, however, today...I am going to set up that peeler/corer gizmo, borrowed from another neighbor, and make some pear butter. With cardamom, because it's better that way. And some tawny port, since DH opened the bottle. So there. :~P
Friday, April 25, 2008
I Am a Slow Learner, Part II
I am generally good at keeping our clothes in a state of acceptable cleanliness, and pride myself on being about to treat tough stains mostly successfully, even when they are a few days old. Remember the old saying, 'pride goeth before a fall'? Well, welcome to my fall.
Today, I decided to do laundry. This was a bad move on my part, I think. Yes, I had a small mountain of laundry, but it was only 2 loads' worth, and could easily have sat happily until Monday, which is the normally designated Laundry Day in this house. I am happy spending Monday moving clothes from washing machine to dryer, and try to get all the stained kids' clothes in the first load so I can re-treat for stains and get them all the way through on successive loads.
However, tonight we have a babysitter coming over, one of our neighbors, and the sin of house pride got to me and I decided I did not want to have a small mountain of dirty clothes sitting in the designated dirty clothes corner in our bedroom, so I moved them to the laundry room. Since I was in there, I figured, hey, let's do the laundry, why not; and proceeded to pile in a bunch of clothes, including a few new hand-me-downs from another neighbor.
I trooped outside with the kiddos and dutifully played with them for an hour when it became clear they were not going to tolerate my foostering around in the veggie patch again, and we came inside and I swooshed off to attend to the laundry, feeling very good at jumping ahead on this chore. So what if the floors need vacuuming? I'll get to that later, let's get this laundry humming. Open washing machine lid, take out clothes...hmmmm, I'm seeing pink...lots of pink. Drat! That new-to-me burgundy cardigan from the neighbor must have run. Yep.
*sigh* Ok, let me see what I've got--I'm pretty sure I've got a color run remover in here somewhere. *rummage, rummage through laundry room cabinets* Aha! Here it is! Oh wait, this is only for one garment...*rummage some more* Aha, thought I had one for the whole (mixed color) load. (Can you see where this is going?)
*scant glance at directions* Ok, hot water, check, let it soak, check...*dump in packet and step back feeling pleased with myself* I wonder what's in this stuff anyway? *more careful glance at ingredients* Sodium hydrosulfite...*trained chemistry brain engages* $#%#@%%!!!!
*opens lid again* Yep, let me see...what damage have I wreaked in the scant one minute of hot water plus strong reducing agent. DD's light pink shirt, now white. I can live with that. My white shirt returning to white from pink...well that's good. DS' new pajama pants, turning from bright green to sickly green-yellow...erg, not so good. Ditto the fire engine new PJ pants. A pale green shirt I wasn't particularly fond of is now a sickly yellow. DH's Yellowstone t-shirt, whose red dye is now splotched with yellow on the side. I'm starting to feel guilty now. My expensive J. Jill silk blend pants...once a beautiful pale aquamarine, now faded with yellow splotches. Ouch.
I stopped the damage tally and decided to remove all colored clothing items from the wash at that point. Well, almost all--I left the PJ pants in because I figured they would look better being homogenously de-colorized, to whatever extent they were not colorfast. And at least DH's dress shirts (2 of them) suffered no ill-effects...apparently they are good colorfast fabrics. I will wash the damaged clothes next, and just live with the results. I might attempt to re-dye the J. Jill pants with some Rit, maybe a darker overall color. But here is yet more evidence that it doesn't matter how educated you are, you can still be a complete doofus idiot at times. *sigh* I should sign this, the Laundry Doofus.
Friday, April 11, 2008
The Spring Clean and the Ubiquitous Baby Wipe
Instead of having one big party on St. Patrick's Day which necessitated cleaning the entire house, top to bottom, we had a series of smaller events with company for Easter lunch, family visiting, and then playdates that sparked a series of successive cleaning events for me, culminating in today's totally clean & mostly organized house. I even cleaned and organized our shoe rack, a feat which evades me about half the year. Our bird is thankful for a clean cage, top to bottom, and spent yesterday preening and offering noises of contentment whenever I passed by. The kids' rooms got organized and cleaned as well. I managed to get most toy bits and pieces assembled with others of their kind, so even if all of DD's puzzles aren't put together, all the puzzle pieces are there with the puzzle backings. I've conceded the futility of keeping her play food organized appropriately by type (i.e. true 'refrigerator' foods in the fridge, etc.) (Yes I know it was a bit anal retentive but I was hoping to teach food safety...live and learn.)
Which brings me to the increasing presence of baby wipes in my cleaning routine. I use them for everything! I clean the coffee table with them, the tv screens, the kids' hands and faces after messy meals, for dusting in lieu of my Swiffer duster (when I can't find it), and now I have even gone as far as to clean the hardwood floors with baby wipes! I was running a bit ragged getting ready for our playdate yesterday, and both children had some spills on their floors--some chocolate milk spots all over DD's room, and a rogue cookie that was smashed into the floor under the rocker in DS's room. I used two baby wipes to obliterate the cookie from DS's room, and one to get up all the dried chocolate milk spots from DD's room. Part of it was I didn't want to break out the Swiffer WetJet again--it just seemed a waste of a whole cleaning pad for their rooms. See, frugality strikes again. However, I admit that part of me was curious to see if the ubiquitous baby wipe could conquer yet another household cleaning chore. If you don't have baby wipes around, give them a try. I'm telling you, Mr. Clean and his Magic products have nothing on these!
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Gah, Home Ownership!
The former owners also left us with the crude genesis of a bathroom in a corner, complete with floor joists to accommodate p-traps and a framed in doorway and tiny bathroom window. What they did NOT do, much to our dismay, is to rough in the plumbing for said bathroom. Which brings DH & I to a bit of an impasse in our work. We know they did some trenching out front and to the side of the house, which indicates the likelihood of connecting into the septic system. In our extreme naivéte when we bought the house, we did not mark these fresh trenches in the lawn, and now the lawn has grown over them and we haven't a clue where they are. Additionally, we have tried and failed to contact the former owners, who still live in the vicinity on one of the local military bases. I am seriously contemplating writing them a letter addressed to this address, and begging the post office to forward it. Can you look up expired forwarding addresses? That, or I might call their church for the express purpose of obtaining their current mailing address. Such is the depths to which I will sink to avoid digging 18" down in random perpendicular lines, hoping to strike whatever the heck they've already (presumably) laid.
The big question is what they have done with the plumbing. Have they already connected in to the septic system? If so, where? There was digging in the front, and there was digging at the side. My money is on the side, but who knows? And if they did connect in, did they go ahead and lay some section of pipe? Where does it end? We don't know. What we do know is that with the location they chose for the bathroom, we will have to put in one of those macerating toilet/pump systems to get the sewage/gray water up the tiny slope and into the rest of the system. I have been pricing these types of units and know that this alone will cost us about $800-900, not including installation. And you start talking about adding a sink, and a corner shower unit, and all the plumbing rough-in for that, plus fixtures...and, well, I think it's not unrealistic to say we will be spending at least $2000, and maybe more like $3000 if we pay a plumber to do it all for us and don't attempt to DIY parts of it. Oh wait, I forgot the hot water heater--that's another $200-400. *gulp*
Now, we don't have $2000 saved for this. I'm thinking we could maybe eat the cost for some of the fixtures and possibly the toilet, but it would be a stretch to pay for all of this out of pocket. Maybe if the car is paid off, and we divert the former car payment, we could swing it, but I'm skeptical. Added to the problem here is that we really need to do some of the work this summer, like bringing the plumbing rough-in actually INTO the building; and it adds to the budget crunch, because the car might not be paid off by mid-summer. I hope it will be, but there's a lot of finger crossing going on here.
I'm not even talking about the reorientation of the bottom section of the stairway, or framing in a wall and closet under the stairs to create a pseudo-bedroom behind it. I don't know how much that is going to cost us, but we will hopefully be DIY-ing that bit with the help of Handy Neighbors, and so I think we can get away with spending a few hundred dollars and call it good. Plus the $500 it will cost us to have the woodstove installed properly and be up to code, because, well, it strikes me that depending on it for the sole heat source in the Cottage, whilst asking the In-Laws to live there for their multi-week visit...yeah, I am thinking that the woodstove is definitely one thing that ought to be up to code.
So we are looking at a ballpark of $4000 to get the Guest Cottage habitable. If I could do some dressing up and fixing of ugly bits, like recovering the torn vinyl with snazzy vinyl floor tiles in an appealing color/pattern, that would be a very good thing. Torn vinyl with missing bits right at the doorstep doesn't particularly appeal as a living condition. The fake Pergo flooring on the other 2/3 of the main floor, while not what I would have picked, is in good shape and it can serve its purpose for years as far as I'm concerned. And the industrial carpeting upstairs is just fine, even if the florescent box light fixtures are past twee and into just Plain Ugly. But hey, you work with what you've got, right? But I'm afraid that the fixes discussed above are really the bare minimum to get that space workable for guests, and we have 9 months and counting until the In-Laws and Sister-in-Law arrive for their Christmas visit.
Did I mention that we still have to finish unpacking and getting stuff OUT of there? Gah! Home ownership!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Mostly Happy Easter
Today I am enjoying the novelty of a mostly clean house, due to the intensive cleaning which I did on Saturday while DH kept the children entertained and out of my hair. Most of the toys are put away, the shelves and cubbies are mostly organized, my laundry is mostly washed and my dishes are mostly clean. As I play catch-up today, it has occurred to me that "mostly" can describe the state of my house (you guessed it) most of the time! It's just impossible to attain a 100% clean and organized house with preschoolers, so I am learning to treasure the "mostly" moments like today that creep in quietly and exit with a sigh as the coming weeks wreak their havoc on our house.
My children are pushing my buttons now that it's the end of the day. It is certainly "the witching hour" in our house, that last part of the day when tempers are short and bodies are exhausted from a long day. They are both changing so much now though--another spurt of brain development and bodies stretching out. DS has moved up yet again in shoe size. I see echoes of the future when I'm going to be hard-pressed to keep this kid clothed. DD is trying out new behaviors on us, some received with considerable more attention than others. She is picking up the unsavory habit of talking back at school, and so we have instituted a new behavior board in her room and she can earn points, or lose points, for her behavior. If she earns enough points, she can buy rewards, ranging from candy bars to a trip to Red Robin. Heady stuff for a three year old!
I'm trying to retrain myself after falling off the wagon again with Easter decorating and clothing madness. Still doing the LBYM thing, we just didn't do so well this month on the old debt snowball. Two steps forward, etc, so I'm putting it behind me and moving on. On the plus side, we are going to be booking our trip to Ireland to visit DH's family this week, so I'm excited about that! The in-laws got tired of waiting for us to book, as we were adamant about not spending more than we've saved on airfare. So, they have chipped in basically the price difference between our budget and what flights are going for now, and we are going to be able to book! They want those dates fixed so they can enjoy their anticipation of our visit, and that's fine by me--hey, they are paying for the privilege! Now I just have to get online and find a good deal on those GoGo Babyz Travelmate things to make life easier in the airports with the carseats. One transatlantic flight without such a device has convinced us it is worthwhile to invest in two!
So that's where I'm at, head-space wise. My parents arrive on Friday for a week's visit, which will be really nice. I'd like to find money in the budget to go out to dinner with DH, but it's not there at the moment so unless my parents offer us some cash and a night out on them, it won't be happening. That's okay. I'll just be happy for a good family visit with no fighting between my brother, his wife, or my parents. And I will probably settle for a mostly good visit. And that's okay.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Why My House Will Always Be Cluttered
So I have reassembled our sleeper sofa in the den with the slipcover and cushions just so, which means I have put away all of the coats that were littered on top of it. This is the hazard of having a large piece of furniture right by the door where were come in--far handier than the coat closet near the front door.
Anyway, that is looking quite neat, and I hung up our spring flag outside (having finally found it in a box in the cottage), and I refilled the birdfeeders and brought in the newspaper. Ah! Then I started to clean up the kitchen counter. I have thrown away innumerable art projects from DD's school, and only at DH's insistence have I saved some of her practice letter pages. And that is what killed the cleaning impulse. Now I have to find a PLACE to put them. Which means finding the child nostalgia file I've started for DD. Now where did I put that? In the blue file box? No? In the desk? Oh dear, the desk is overflowing with papers...better not look in there...there lie dragons! In the marble sidetable (which is really an old dresser we've repurposed to that use in the dining room)? No, I don't think it would be in there...
You see, I've stopped now. The computer is right by that table, and DH was tapping away on his laptop so I thought I'd just pop on and check my email, and catch up on a few blogs...and here we are. He should never have told me to stop throwing things away, because who knows when I'll start again?? Wish me luck, I don't know if that countertop is going to be cleared today!
Monday, February 25, 2008
The Choice
ANYWHO, my attention was snagged by a comment from Heidi Klum about how their (as in her & Seal's) kids were at home "with the nannies" so they could enjoy their evening. (Another digression...I have to say that "Project Runway" is my new guilty TV fave. So drama queen and insular fashionista, it's like high school popularity contests without most of the teen angst.) And I thought, well, that must be nice for them. They can let the nannies take care of the kiddos while they go about their jobs or hobbies or whatnot, without worry. They probably also have housekeepers who do all the ordinary cleaning, laundry, and tidying; as well as gardeners and probably a cook too.
You know, I don't have those luxuries, and I'm betting you don't either. When I choose to play with my kids instead of doing the laundry or housework (like I did today) I don't have magic hired hands to fill the gaps and get everything done. I come back inside and find the sink is still overflowing with dirty dishes, the clean dishes haven't been put away from the dishwasher, and there are still the remnants of last night's dinner on the table. The kids' toys are still all over the place, and the laundry is still stuffed into two overflowing baskets, awaiting folding and disposition in the appropriate closets and drawers. Dirty laundry is still piled up and waiting its turn in the washing machine, and I'm hoping I remember exactly what needs stain pretreatment before I throw it all in. It's yet another reminder for me that celebrities are totally removed from the Real World ™, which makes it all the more puzzling that vast numbers of people actually listen to them when it comes to forming opinions about important world events and societal problems. Just like the movies they star in, they are totally irrelevant to my daily existence, so why would I pay the slightest attention to their views on anything remotely relevant to my life?
Anyway, I had a good time playing with the kids today. I took them to Target and we bought some summer toys, while they are actually in stock. Living in a part of the country where nice weather is limited to the summer months, we found out the hard way last year that about the time you think you should get your kids some fun yard toys and water toys, they are all sold out in the local stores. So this year I set aside some tax refund dollars as a Toy Fund, and we bought some fun (and cheap) toys for exclusive use in the yard. I was persuaded to set up the "Island Adventure Water Table" when we got home, and the kids had a blast and got thoroughly soaked playing with it outside. And that precipitated an unusual daytime bath, and a quickie lunch of reheated mac & cheese, followed by a blissful (if short) period of mommy time wherein I actually read two sections of the newspaper without having little hands pull down the paper or interrupt me with wailing and gnashing of teeth over some infraction by one sibling on the other. And it was my choice to ignore the dishes, and the laundry, and the dirty tablecloth and the floors that need to be mopped. You see, I live in the Real World™, and I don't have a nanny or housekeeper. And frankly, I find it makes the playtime all the sweeter to know I have paid the price for it.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Commitment Phobe
In case you hadn't guessed, yes we DID have a sleepless night, and our DD is still sick this morning. In fact she greeted DH at about 4:45 AM with vomit all over herself and her bed, when he went in to her room (again) to see what she needed when she started crying for the twentieth time in what felt like the span of twenty minutes. This was after we had actually woken the child up twice in the middle of the night to administer rotating doses of Motrin and Tylenol on the advice of our pediatrician, who said there is a nasty virus going around that causes high fevers, and to call and bring her in tomorrow (today) if she wasn't doing better. Yep-per, a 104.3F fever in a three year old is no fun, even if part of us secretly enjoyed the fact that all she wanted to do was lie on the couch huddled under a blanket and watch TV, instead of pestering us to play endless ridiculous scenarios with her Lil People, Elmo, Dragon, and cardboard bricks that masquerade as doctor's tables and dentist's chairs in her active imagination. (I mean, really, only a three year old could imagine that EVERY time one of her Lil People has to go to the doctor or dentist, the caregiver is always asleep for a few minutes first.) Unfortunately that part was far outweighed by the concerned parents who didn't like seeing their active little girl so down and totally unlike her normal self.
And last night DS decided that the only time he would actually sleep was when he was nursing. After uncounted hours of tossing and turning DS firmly snuggled in and attached, I decided the only way I was going to sleep properly was to kick him out to his crib...something that I finally did about, oh, five nanoseconds before DD started her two hour wake-up kick with assorted requests (water, stories, etc) at some ridiculous hour of the morning, culminating in the vomit episode and DS being woken up for the third time from his crib.
It was not fun. I am still not awake. DH let me sleep in until 8:15 (hallelujah for work from home days!), when I finally responded to DS pounding on our bedroom door. DH wisely made leaded coffee, which I desperately need. And I had to email and guiltily cancel systematic theology AGAIN, making it the second week in a row that I have ditched class. Thank goodness I don't have Bible study tomorrow, due to the Hallmark holiday (which we don't celebrate...homemade valentines with crayons and construction paper is right up our alley in this house).
The thing is, we are totally, utterly MAXED OUT in our commitments as a family. DH is doing a mens Bible study. I am doing a womens Bible study. I am also doing the systematic theology class. And we are both co-facilitators of a new financial class at church, Dave Ramsey's Financial Peace University. (As another aside, I know there are parts of Dave's teachings that contradict, to some degree, prevailing wisdom regarding investments and such, but DH is more risk averse than I so we are crafting a middle ground for ourselves...right after we finish that Debt Snowball.) DD has preschool twice a week, and then I'm teaching one day per week, such that DD comes with me to campus daycare. A babysitter takes care of DS, which means the house has to stay presentable. Normally housework is what I let slide when things go totally wild on us, as we are quite capable of Living in Filth™. However, this option is not available given that we have someone else who has to deal with our house cleanliness (or lack thereof), thus I have to make it a priority, too, along with finding money and time for procuring new clothes (when the heck did DD sprout up two inches and outgrow everything in her wardrobe?) and new shoes (ditto DS' feet?).
I truly understand why people just say no to doing lots of stuff now. Because when the sh!t hits the fan, you get really, really behind on, oh, everything, and that's really stressful. As if I needed more environmental factors to make me susceptible to all those colds DD is bringing home. Yeesh! Off to chug more OJ now, thanks.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Hardly Glamorous
A case in point: my day today. I spent my early part of the morning putting away dishes, a fairly ho-hum job with the slight amusement factor that comes from keeping DS out of the dishwasher while I attempt to unload it and reload it. And let's not forget cleaning out the coffee pot and coffee filter, and attempts to ensure that the cheap coffee filters, which are a smidge shorter than the expensive ones, don't cause the coffee grounds to overflow and clog the drain thingy (that's the technical term, dontchaknow).
Then I had the uber-glam job of cleaning my vacuum cleaner, after cleaning the birdcage, of course. My Dyson has never been cleaner, thanks to extensive rinsing of the filter, plus cleaning all the plastic bits inside the chamber. I did not know that I actually COULD clean all those bits! Those of you familiar with Dysons will forgive my ignorance, as I climb down the ignorance hill of former bag-vacuum owners. The idea that the insides of my canister could be, well, CLEAN, is astonishing. Now it looks nearly as clean as the day we bought it. Hopefully it will perform better after this salubrious treatment, too.
On the downside, my DD is sick, again. This morning she was lying around on the couch, so I knew she was not feeling good. Sure enough, the thermometer indicated a fever, so she didn't get to go to school, and now she's got a higher fever and the chills. Hmmmmmm. This worries me. This whole school thing is great, but it seems like she's doomed to come down with a new cold each week! I am hoping she is better in time for Thursday's Valentine's party with her class. Poor kiddo. Let's hope it's just a 24 hour bug. I sincerely hope we aren't up for another sleepless night. Spring had better be just around the corner!
Friday, February 8, 2008
Household Observations
DS, on the other hand, LOVES the vacuum cleaner! Even when it's not on, he is trying to get into the laundry room (where it lives) to see it and to pull off the on-board attachments so that he can wave them around victoriously like trophies and chew on them (we discourage this one strongly) and sort of treat them as a lovey. When I am vacuuming I usually have to incarcerate him in his exersaucer, because he will follow me around as I vacuum, patting the vacuum and attempting to dance with it. It is very cute but he gets all tangled up in the cord and stands right in front of it (so he can see it in all its glory, one presumes), and eventually I get sick of it and plop him into his exersaucer so I can finish in peace.
Ditto the hairdryer. DD hates it, DS loves it. And the shower--he loves it, she hates it. Just completely opposite in personalities. I imagine we will see more of this as DS gets older.
And speaking of vacuum cleaners, I have a surefire recipe for killing every type of vacuum cleaner sold on earth. We are on our third vacuum cleaner in about six years, and this last time we sprung for the BAD BOY of vacuum cleaners, that exorbitantly expensive but oh-so-gratifying-cleaning-power, the Dyson Animal. This is a $550 jobbie. Ouch. Yes, the frugal among my reading audience will be writhing in pain right about now. But now, about 18 months into ownership, our Dyson is mysteriously flagging in suction power. I will clean the filter again, but I suspect the pattern of dying vacuums is linked to a constant force in our household. No, not children. No, not ever-present dust bunnies or hair. I think it's the bird.
Yes, the bird. I think our African grey parrot's cage, feathers, and dander are too much for our Dyson. I use it to clean the birdcage, and I think it just can't handle the type and volume of cleaning required for a birdcage. I suspect all those cute and soft fluff feathers are clogging it up, and all the fine powdery dander is killing the 'lifetime' filter. I am going to have to phone the Dyson folks, because they do guarantee this machine for life. So I did not cough up $550 in vain, oh no. Instead I am going to call Dyson so often they are going to grumble when they see my number and tag me as "That Parrot Lady". Expect to see a new name for this machine in the future--the Dyson Cat & Dog. Yep, they didn't know what they were getting in for, tagging it with the generic "Animal" name. And I think our little African grey is going to make them regret it. Stay tuned.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
The Whirlwind
Not only is it a school day for DD, but it is also the day before I teach, the day of my women's Bible study, and the day after my systematic theology study. As such, I have to feed my children earlier than usual, which compresses my morning, then drive DD to school, then attempt to get some productive grading, teaching prep, or Bible study homework done in about a scant amount of time while DS naps, trek to pick up DD (usually with a cranky DS, whose nap has been interrupted), attempt to persuade DD to take a nap (successful about 50% of the time), and then make some semblance of a meal for the whole family to eat the second DH walks in the door so that I can leave on time for Bible study.
Sounds like fun, doesn't it? And throw into the mix any of a number of monkey wrenches, and you have a day that is depressingly like Mondays for most people, only worse, because you still have another day to get through until the longed-for weekend. At least with Monday you are just coming off a weekend, and know the next one is a while away.
As you can probably tell, today has been a day of chaos, mayhem, and general disorderly conduct in this house. I have more lab reports to grade, I have not completed all of my Bible study homework, I have zero prep done for teaching tomorrow, and I have dealt with two cranky children who have refused at various points of the day to take their designated naps. And, my house is a disaster zone. My kitchen is overflowing with recyclables that I am shortly going to burn (not kidding) because my waste management company has not provided me with sufficient bins to recycle it all, and only collects recycling every other week. I am tired of my son getting into the recyclables, even if I have washed them out. My son attempting to gnaw on a washed out milk jug just gives me the heebie-jeebies, and don't even get me started on how many bottles or aluminum cans he's tried to make his playtoy. This makes me cranky.
It also makes me cranky when my daughter sleeps for all of ten minutes in the car on the way home from school, then refuses to go back to sleep and instead transforms her room into the aftermath of Hurricane Rita, with toys all over. And I haven't mentioned the blow out diapers. Or shrieking bird. Or the dirty dishes waiting to be put away, because my son can't stay away from the dishwasher for TEN MINUTES so that I can get it emptied and then refilled. Talk about the creeps--my son trying to chomp down on a dirty utensil or dish, or better still, attempting to lick the Jet Dry dispenser!
So I am fleeing my home, people. My DH is home and I am abandoning the fort in search of a quiet fast-ish food place to eat my dinner alone and attempt to finish my homework before attending my Bible study. Hopefully some of the above will be sorted by the time I return home. Ugh. What a day.
Friday, January 4, 2008
Making the Effort
It has taken me a year, peeps, to understand where my strengths and weaknesses lie in the housework arena, and it has also taken me that long to fully engage and commit to doing it as part of my JOB as opposed to that thing that gets done eventually and who really cares about it anyway? Well, I have discovered that I do care when neighbors stop by and my house is an atrocious mess worthy of the title, "Just Recovering from Hurricane Rita". I know I have two little kids, but if I haven't vacuumed in a week and the leftover dinner dishes are still on the table and the kitchen counters are cluttered with dirty dishes when someone stops over for a cup of tea, well, that doesn't reflect too well on my ability to juggle things, does it?
I have to keep up with the house all the time. There are no "break days" when it comes to keeping the house clean. In fact, right now, I have 4 clutter points that require cleaning. And a couple of pieces of furniture that require emptying and removal to the cottage (a task that requires DH, so will be accomplished this weekend). And I have 3 more loads of laundry to fold (this after a mammoth effort yesterday wherein 8 loads were washed, folded, and put away). And I really need to systematically organize our dining room storage areas. And so it goes. There is never an end. Dishes always need to be done. Floors require twice weekly vacuuming, at a minimum. Mopping really ought to be done every week, but at this stage I'm doing good to get it done every two weeks or so. And the clutter is an endless battle.
DD is just getting to an age where she can help pick up her own room and tidy away her own toys. At her preschool they each get different jobs to do, so my plan is after she is used to this little chore at school, it will be introduced at home. A chore chart with stickers and prizes is in the works. I really need her to start picking up her own room, because frankly I hardly ever have the time to do it and I think she's old enough to grasp the concepts of "if you don't put it away you can't find it to play with it later" and "you lose toys that you don't put away". This should dovetail nicely with removing some toys to be reintroduced as DS's toys later, so I have high hopes for success...eventually.
I don't know how the weekly burden of quiz writing, lab report grading, and teaching prep will impact all of the above. I suspect that DD's schooltime will become my prep time, but it remains to be seen if DS will cooperate with his naps. As usual, just when I get into a groove, things go topsy-turvy again. I believe it's called life.
Friday, December 7, 2007
La La La...I Can't Hear You
I think DH is a bit peeved with me, because after a whole day of attempting to get stuff DONE for the party, and being stymied at every turn by a myriad of other responsibilities and whining children and naptimes and lunchtimes, I declared myself non compus mentus at approximately 5:36 pm and trooped out of the house by myself, leaving DH to shepherd the children through last minute errand running after getting out of a two hour and twenty minute work call at 5:35:50. He just stared at me blankly when I put on my jacket and said I was leaving, assumed I was pissed at him, and I left for my sanity break.
And believe me, it was a sanity break. I'm just not up for this whole house cleaning and vacuuming and mopping and toilet cleaning at the last minute gig any more. Thank you, I'm done now, can I check out? Yeah. So over the whole housecleaning thing. What I could not tell my DH and really had to take some time to figure out myself is that I am burned out on doing all the vacuuming, mopping, schlepping of recycling and trash to the bins, etc. Don't get me wrong. DH does pitch in and do his fair share. But as I've mentioned before, you get tired of doing the same old things, and, well, you don't want to do them any more. Or at least not for a while. Unfortunately for DH, this realization has occurred approximately 17 hours before our party. D'oh!
I don't know if I'm going to be in the mood to do it tomorrow, either, to be honest. I'm kind of peeved about the last minute pattern we've got going, wherein I do all the sweaty cleaning and DH preps the food. Well, I think I'd like to do food prep tomorrow, thanks. Somehow tidying up our small kitchen and slicing cheese and arranging food on trays seems more appealing than wrestling our vacuum cleaner around the house, or scrubbing the toilets, or cleaning the birdcage and moving the decaying Halloween pumpkins (finally, although to be fair we never go in or out the front door so we just forgot about them until I swept the walks today) to the compost pile. Yep, food prep sounds pretty good to me right now. I don't even care if I put up the rest of the decorations--as far as I'm concerned, I can throw my pretty red velvet tablecloth on the dining room table and prop up a wreath on the sideboard and call it good. I don't even care that our pretty crystal isn't artfully arranged on our display shelf in the living room. Ok, maybe I care just a little. But, the point being, I don't want to do the cleaning. And, well, when your husband has just gotten off a 2+ hour work call and is going to schlep two tired and cranky kids to two stores (one of which is Costco), well, how do you say that to him?
The answer, of course, is you blog about it. So there you go dear. Finally, the answer to your question. Good luck with that toilet bowl.