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Mouse Guest

Dec 24 2010

‘Twas the night before, the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a except for a mouse. At lights out our “Elf On the Shelf” gets up to some crazy tricks, but last night he was respectfully quiet. By the way, I think there might be something going on between him and Mr. Potato Head. I’m not judging, just saying. But, Hubby was not impressed that the elf and his spuddy polished off the last of the fruitcake. Our dog who blesses us with nightly “canine night terror howls” was also uncharacteristically silent. And our daughter (part girl-part night-owl) who has been waking up every night for hours finally gave us a break too. She and her brother stayed quietly nestled in their beds all night, and their day slept soundly with limited snoring, probably dreaming of sugar plums dancing in his head (the guy has a ridiculous sweet tooth). As I attempted to drift off to sleep in my kerchief, I heard a “scratching, scurrying” sound from the ceiling directly above my head. It could only be a mouse. Or perhaps a herd of mice. I’m terrified of rodents.I plugged my[…]

Dec 16 2010

While the kids are out of the house today, I’m putting on my Santa hat. Actually, it’s more of a Satan hat to be honest. I’m pms-y and not in a festive frame of mind. I just cracked open a bag of Ruffles so things should improve once I ingest enough sodium. I’m trying to take advantage of the kid-free environment by wrapping ALL of the Christmas gifts. The thing is, I’ve hidden them all over the house and need to retrace my steps to find them. This would be funny except the pms-thing. I should really suck it up. I mean, Christmas is coming for Christ’s sake. Literally. hahaha. Ok, that made me laugh. Ahhh, the sodium must be kicking in. I love really do love Christmas. Everything about it. Minus the busy mall parking lots. Despise. This year is especially exciting since my youngest “gets” Santa for the first time. I asked her this morning, “Who’s coming soon?” She answered, “My grandma?” Well, yes. She’ll be coming. “But who else? Is Santa coming?” “Yessssss!” she exclaimed. “He bring pwezents.” Ahhh. You got that right girlfriend. Budget be dammed. Santa is bringing you and your brother a pant load of presents.[…]

Nov 05 2010

I write hundreds of posts every week. Unfortunately, about 99 of them are in my head and never make it from there to here. I’m not making excuses (yes I am) but I’ve been busy. And forgetful. By the time I sit down at the computer at night, the stellar blog posts created in my brain during the day have evaporated. Sometimes they come back to me, but mostly not (clearly evident by the drivel that is unfolding before you right about now). This week I rebuilt my blog in WordPress, which is a sleeker, more user-friendly blogging format. All I need to do now is transfer these Blogger posts over and figure out how to redirect this address over there. I guess I’ll have to watch yet another online tutorial. And why exactly am I doing this when I have a million other things on the go? It’s not like it’s urgent or that the format I write in makes a difference. This past few weeks has been stressful. So stressful I haven’t been able to write about it all yet. And when I’m stressed, I need to keep moving. I’m like a shark. Just keep swimming, keep on[…]

There Will Be Tears

Sep 19 2010

Avery starts school tomorrow. Full day Junior Kindergarten, three days a week. I….am a wreck. Many kind people have reached out to tell me, “It’s ok. It gets easier. She’ll love it. You’ll be fine.” All thoughtful and well-meaning comments. And it’s true, she will love it. And she will be fine. But will I? And will it really get easier? I felt the usual pangs and sentimental sorrow on my son’s first day of Kindergarten four years ago. But it got easier, fast. But he didn’t stand out from his peers in a blatant and painfully awkward way. I didn’t have to meet with the school to discuss emergency procedures and ambulance protocol. He didn’t have to wear a helmet at recess to protect his curly haired head from frequent falls on the unforgiving blacktop. He didn’t have his own personal Educational Assistant shadowing his every move to ensure his safety. He didn’t wear a diaper. He didn’t receive quizzical looks from his peers or other parents. He was happy. He fit in. I didn’t worry. But this is different. Now I worry. All the time. A lot. We never thought we would see this day. Avery was never[…]

Sep 06 2010

This Labour Day weekend has been ripe with nothing but…hard labour – housework, grocery shopping, banking and more housework. I enjoy filing and making lists, sorting items into neat little baskets and arranging books by size. My kids’ closets contain labelled bins and clothes arranged by type and colour. Whenever I’m stressed, I open their closet doors and stare. The order of it all soothes me. That’s not normal is it? I guess they don’t tack “freak” to the end of neat for nothing. Being neat however, is not the same as being clean. Beyond the colour coded folders lay epic dust balls and sticky floors. Lately my attention to housekeeping basics has declined. The combination of a busy schedule, a potty training toddler and fatigue has taken its toll. It’s bad, but not this bad –> “Please Excuse the Mess” Yesterday as I vacuumed and dusted and sorted and mopped, I noticed my seven year old following behind me. “Are we having a party tonight?” He asked. “No” I replied. He thought for a minute and said, “I just wondered because this (cleaning) isn’t something you usually do.” Busted. This fall, I vow to have the cleanest house[…]

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Mouse Guest

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