It always amazes me how much I have to prepare before I leave for a vacation with my husband. The kids schedules, clothes, shoes, bikes, blankets, school info, etc. has to be shipped over to the in-laws. And then I have to get myself ready and check my husband's stuff too (so I'm a little bit of a control freak, but I really have lightened up, really).
Yeah, yeah, I know I shouldn't be complaining, but it always stresses me out. I am always afraid I am going to forget something.
Life with three children and a dog is a journey with multiple hats. All these hats might not fit perfectly, but I pop a seem or restitch one where needed in my attempt to be an everyday woman.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Sock Monster
There was mystery in my house. Missing socks. I was going to go the store and buy some more, but I thought I would do all the laundry first to get a better picture of how many socks the girls had and how many I would need to buy.
Of course, I think it would be a good idea after a few warm weather days to turn my whole house upside down switching out all the winter clothes with summer clothes (yes, I left jeans and a few sweat shirts out). So this turns into my spring cleaning of the girls bedrooms. Big mistake. I mean really big mistake. Extremely big mistake.
It was like pulling the small little thread attached to your shirt that ends up unraveling the whole bottom seam in the shirt.
I never realized that behind the dresser and under the bed was considered a closet, but who am I to question that. I completely enjoyed every moment of pulling out pants, shirts, pajamas, books, toys and (you got it) all the missing socks.
The sock monster must be extremely hungry these days.
Of course, I think it would be a good idea after a few warm weather days to turn my whole house upside down switching out all the winter clothes with summer clothes (yes, I left jeans and a few sweat shirts out). So this turns into my spring cleaning of the girls bedrooms. Big mistake. I mean really big mistake. Extremely big mistake.
It was like pulling the small little thread attached to your shirt that ends up unraveling the whole bottom seam in the shirt.
I never realized that behind the dresser and under the bed was considered a closet, but who am I to question that. I completely enjoyed every moment of pulling out pants, shirts, pajamas, books, toys and (you got it) all the missing socks.
The sock monster must be extremely hungry these days.
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