Archive for July 2011

Rainy Days

Thursday, July 28th, 2011

We have had a LOT of rain in Louisiana in recent weeks. (And we’ve had a lot of heat too!) And while I’m very glad for the green grass we’ve actually got right now, (though my FIL may not be, considering he’s mowed twice in a week) it’s put a bit of a damper on summer activities. Like going to the pool or even driving to Baton Rouge to go bowling since you take your life in your hands with rainy Baton Rouge traffic, especially with the storms we’ve had.

Thankfully Caleb has a good friend, Kailyn, who is also his age and grade, and an “only” kid, and they play great together. She came over yesterday while her mom, a teacher, had school stuff to do to get ready for the impending school year.

This is what we found in the living room.

No, do not adjust your computer monitors. Though it may look like a bad version of Hoarders, it’s really a fort they created. (And I find it sadly ironic that those plastic bags in the corner are all school supplies my MIL brought home for them. Fifth grade orientation is on Monday!)

 

 

And before you get all extremely impressed about their creativity and ingenuity and ability to entertain themselves, please note the shiny glowing laptop screen in their kid cave. Yeah, they’re watching videos online. It’s the modern version of the kid fort. Kinda like the treehouse with air-conditioning.

 

And they posted Sammy the dog as the bouncer.

“No more pictures please.”

Guess I’ll go watch the rain.

What do your kids do to stay entertained when it rains? 

Something only I would do…

Wednesday, July 27th, 2011

Are your towels delicate?

Apparently mine are.

A couple of weekends ago I’d burned the midnight oil quite a bit trying to get my main website completely redesigned as well as get ready for the week-long trip my son and I were taking to Nashville. But I also needed to get laundry done. This is always interesting because living with the inlaws, and a MIL who does laundry every single day, I have to pick my times. Now, Ms. Nancy would be totally fine with me just throwing our laundry in with theirs and she’d just do it, but I don’t want to be one of “those” stories where the kids never seem to leave and even in their ———ies, their parents are still doing their laundry. Just for the record, we pay rent and I do our laundry. And I even cook when my MIL lets me! (Which is usually when they’re not there…)

So, anyway, I’d had a few late nights but I had laundry to do, mainly towels, and so I staggered into the laundry room when I realized the washer was free and threw the towels in. I had no glasses on or contacts in but for some reason I wanted my towels on permanent press. And I made a point to turn the dial and pressed it to start. One job down…

Until Ms. Nancy came by my room about an hour later.

“Sara, are your towels delicate?”

“Delicate? What do you mean?”

Apparently, in my state of sleepiness, instead of permanent press, I’d turned it on delicate. Do you know how sopping wet “delicate” towels are?

Preeeety sopping wet.

At least I gave my MIL a nice chuckle that day.

What’s a funny mistake you’ve made when it comes to housework? OK, what’s a funny mistake you’ve made that you laughed about later when it comes to housework? 

Oh, the days of summer…

Tuesday, July 26th, 2011

“She opens her mouth with wisdom and loving instruction is on her tongue.” Proverbs 31:26.

This summer, Caleb, our 10-year-old, is learning how to mow. Not necessarily by choice unless you consider it Papaw’s choice.

We are living with my inlaws while my husband is away on a deployment and it has been interesting to watch the relationship unfold between Caleb and my father-in-law. This is the first time we’ve ever lived near my inlaws since Caleb was born for an extended amount of time, let alone with them, so saying there has been an adjustment period is putting it mildly. Now Caleb doesn’t have just a mom to contend with – he’s got grandparents telling him what to do too!

My father-in-law, Mr. Ray, the well-meaning man that he is, can be a bit abrupt and to the point when he wants to get something done. Which doesn’t always go over well with Caleb who can be a bit sensitive when it comes to tone. So the pair of them sometimes resembles oil and water. But I have to admire Mr. Ray for trying – even when he gets frowny faces and resistance from the grandkid, he keeps after him. And that, to me, says love. And as a mom, I LOVE that he is willing to take the time to teach his grandson good hard work.

So my job in all of this is smooth out Papaw’s occasional roughness and run interference when exasperation (or border-line disrespect) on the part of Caleb sets in. Which happened today.

Papaw wanted Caleb to mow the yard with him (they take turns making loops, which I think is a great way to help him learn). To which Caleb’s immediate response was a frown. And my response was to explain (once again) that this is one way he helps around the house and it’s a great thing Papaw is willing to take the time to teach him and it’s a cool thing that he’s actually old enough to be able to do this now (which I don’t think impressed him nearly as much as I wanted it to.) Read More→

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Don’t underestimate the little toe…or yourself

Friday, July 22nd, 2011

It’s been almost 3 weeks since it happened. That night I’d sat on the couch with my laptop, working on something I can’t even remember right now. Tinkering with something on one of my websites probably. But just a little before 8 p.m., I decided to get up and get the piece of 7-up cake that had been calling to me from across the other side of the kitchen. But in less than 2 seconds, somehow I managed to stumble over my laptop cord, slam my toes against one of the wooden legs of the bench my inlaws have as a coffee table and half jump half fall about two feet away. The instant throbbing pain in my left foot made me glance down to see the damage and at first I wasn’t sure what I was looking at. Except I was pretty sure the little toe wasn’t supposed to be giving me the star trek sign. As in pointing out as far to the left as it was inhumanly possible to do.

“Mom, are you ok?” my stunned 10-year-old asked, still sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, but I’m thinking that toe is not supposed to look like that.” For a minute, I started to giggle. How stupid could I be banging up a toe! And it really did kind of look like the Star Trek V finger symbol (and no, I am not a Trekkie and I apologize if I’ve just insulted all of those who are by not getting the exact name of that sign right.) But my giggles stopped as the pain started. OK, this HURT! Read More→

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