Mistaken Identity

Mornings aren't always my best time of day. It's hit or miss. This week I woke up late one day, but I was able to quickly put myself together in a blue top, black blazer, and grey slacks with my new Mary Jane shoes that I bought online a month ago. In my haste to get out the door, I didn't exactly check myself in the full length mirror. I was able to get to work on time and start my day.

On further inspection under the brightly lit fluorescent lighting in my office, I discovered my new shoes were purple instead of grey. For some reason, when I bought the shoes, I thought they were grey or maybe I was dreaming about grey shoes. I don't know what happened, but it was quite hilarious when I realized the shoes didn't exactly match my outfit. Oh well, next time I'll just switch out my blue top for a purple one. It's all good. I enjoy making silly mistakes. It keeps me grounded.

Have a great week!

Musical Notes

Apparently singing releases feel-good chemicals from the brain called endorphins. Who knew? So we can assume someone who is singing or humming a tune must feel happy inside, which makes sense since I enjoy singing along to the songs on the radio while I'm alone in the car.  It's relaxing and fun. It's a moment in time where I can put aside all worries or concerns of my day to enjoy a simple song.

Now is the first statement true when someone else sings?

Most of time it doesn't bother me if someone else sings (even out of tune), but when you wake up to three different children singing three different songs it's not exactly relaxing or fun. Especially if they are trying to compete who can be the louder singer.

Maybe it's just old age, but the louder the volume gets in my house the more I just want SILENCE!

On the flip side, maybe I'm doing something right in raising my children to be happy people. They are comfortable and confident enough to share their singing voices with the world. Not sure if the world will be as comfortable to receive their voices, but who cares as long as their happy. Right?

Wonderful Trip

I had a wonderful trip this morning. Metaphorically you may think I'm talking about a dream, but early in the morning I wasn't sleeping. Listing all the things I needed to do for the next day wasn't helping my situation either. Though I do enjoy relaxing in my bed on a cold winter night, I wasn't getting anything done. As I'm laying there I'm thinking if I get up now, I can leisurely go about switching the laundry out, make the brownies I promised Child #2 for her school birthday treat that I was too tired to do last night, and finish the bills instead of rushing through the morning trying to accomplish everything.

Of course, I decide to get out of bed and try to accomplish something. At 3:30 am, the house is dark and cozy. I find my way down to the basement without turning on any lights that would disturb the rest of the household. I successfully switch out the laundry and start a new load. Tracing my path back through the house still will no lights on, I make it to the hallway that leads to the bedrooms and begin my journey except something stops my foot from moving forward. I feel myself falling. It's still dark. I've lost all depth perception until I hit the floor. 

After realizing what just happen, I try to move. I tripped over the dumb baby gate that we use to keep the dog out of the bedrooms (she still eats everything in sight). The funny part is when I got up to go do the laundry, I hurdled it with no problem, but on the way back I completely forgot about it. Apparently, I wasn't as wide awake as I thought. To top it all off, I discovered the dog was in Child #2 and #3's bedroom sleeping soundly on Child #2's bed. They must have snuck her in last night after I fell asleep.

So now I have a busted baby gate along with a fresh new busted lip. I think I bit my lip when I hit the ground. Oh well, it's another story to add to my digital legacy I'm leaving for my children.

Have a great day!

Traveling Gloves

The cold icy snow clung to me on the outside while the hands held me on the inside. After several hours plunging into the snow, I was drenched through and through. With no heat and left behind, the nightly cold temperatures started to drop. Being outside all night long gave no relief to the coldness inside and out. As the sun rose offering no more than a few degrees change, the chill and heavy dampness surrounded every ounce of fiber.

When the movement started, the wind wasn't too bad. It was the icy rain water kicking up from behind ending any chance of dryness. Then the movement stopped, but the icy rain didn't. Relief was granted when I was finally picked up and put inside.

This was the adventure of Child #3's gloves. Traveling on the back bumper of my truck this morning, I discovered the gloves after I got to work. Having children is an adventure along with occasional entertainment.

Life's an adventure. Live it up. Have a great weekend!

Early Christmas Presents

Through tireless efforts to get through the day, the Handyman and I fell asleep on the couch after I thought I had put the girls to bed. I know it sounds all sweet until the sounds of feet and giggling wake me up. By the time I reached my bedroom, the feet had scattered and the lights were off except for my bedroom.

The scene of the crime was left with all of my shoes pulled out of my closet and possibly worn. The covers and sheets to my bed were pulled back as if someone or many someones had slept in it. Finally, several bags were disturbed that contained Christmas gifts I had tucked behind the chair.

Lining up the pretend sleeping suspects, I threaten to take all gifts back to the store. On second thought, I threaten to keep all the gifts for myself and they can watch me enjoy using their presents.

Yay! Early Christmas presents for me. I'm not actually going to do this, but you have to admit it's a good threat.