Six of Spaids

Sorry for the lame titles lately. For some reason it just seems difficult to come up with one…

I have a lot of things I need to be doing. And pretty soon I’ll be in charge of six (6) kids. So of course I’m blogging. It makes sense!

When Charlotte was born one lady from our church came over and made dinner for us. Well, actually two people did that. And a couple more people dropped food off. Anyway. She made this really yummy pasta with chunks of yummy cheese in it. And bread. I can’t remember if there was a salad or not. I think I am going to make that for dinner. And this bread. Oh man. I don’t have any rosemary. Perhaps I could talk my hubby into going to the store and getting some.

He might be so excited that I’m actually making an effort to cook dinner that he will cheerfully head to the store, whistling.

Probably not the whistling part.

Have a great day, y’all.

• We ran some errands today. Well, scratch that. We went to Sam’s Club. We spent alotta money. It was nice….kind of the only nice part of the day. Anyway! Our brakes were so squeaky! In certain weather they are just awful. We have had them checked out by two professionals and have been told they are in perfect working order…and yet they squeak so! Any thoughts on why?
• I am really, really, really hating my hair right now. It is at a horrible in-between stage and…there’s nothing I can do about it. I want to grow it out…so…please pony-tail…come soon.
• I want some gray nail polish. Not silver. Gray. I haven’t seen it anywhere?
• Buy stuff online? Cool. Shipping charges? The lamest.
• Benjamin has all the sudden started watching TV. One show – Chuggington.
• I am so frustrated with myself for not figuring out wordpress more. I am sure somewhere (?) I have a wordpress id that I could use to comment on other blogs…but I don’t know it…so if there isn’t an option of typing in my name/url I end up using my google account…which links back to my old blog. It’s sad.
• My brother’s baby was born today. Greyson. I’m sad we weren’t there. My mom is planning a trip one of the next few weekends, but I don’t know when I’ll get to meet the little guy.
• I went to Joann’s tonight after A left. It was the last day of their President’s Day sale…plus they had coupons.
• I have rain boots. They have polka dots.
• Zzzz…

Okay.
So it’s 12:47 AM in Des Moines and I just started my third load of laundry.
Isn’t that crazy? Three loads for four people in less than a week?
I just folded the first load and the clothes Ben wore today were in it.
That just makes me so happy.
He’s snoozing away in the pack and play and I am folding the clothes he wore today.
The clothes he wore today are clean.
How many ways can I write that?
I guess it’s silly. But it really makes me happy.
I guess because the older clothes from other days maybe/probably should have been washed before (usually…not exactly this time on “vacation”) and when the clothes he wore TODAY are clean it feels like I’ve actually accomplished something.
Weird, I know.
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Still no baby. We’re leaving on a jet-plane tomorrow. Just kidding about the plane part.
It’s sad…but what can you do? He’s 7 days overdue tomorrow!
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I’m trying to think of the best use of my time right now. I want to get the last load in the dryer before I go to bed.
Oh…why am I doing laundry in the middle of the night?
Because I am never alone.
Ahem. I mean. Tomorrow we (my aunts, actually) are throwing a retirement party for my grandma and my mom wants our stuff loaded up before that.
Makes perfect sense. And going home with clean laundry seems infinitely better than going home with dirty laundry.
I’m starting to babble.
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I tried to make these for the party.
They didn’t turn out awesome. I was so disappointed. I have seen these all over the internet and I love them. Why didn’t mine turn out!?! It’s so unfair. Do I have sub-par tissue paper? Do I have below average folding skills? Do I stink at fluffing pom poms? What is going on here?
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Eighteen minutes til the clothes are dry.
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P.S. Washing machines have gotten so cool.

Wait. What?

We’re in Iowa for the week.
Waiting for my brother’s baby to be born.
We were (obviously) hoping he’d already have made his appearance. Oh well!
We’re staying at my aunt & uncle’s.
My mom took Libby to sleep in her room tonight.
I don’t know how I feel about it.
She still (90% of the time) wakes up every 3 hours to eat.
So…my mom is going to give her a bottle. I think.
I don’t know.
Sigh.
I just don’t know.
I’m ridiculous.
I should at least go to bed so I don’t feel tired about it.

Hideho Neighbor.
I’m not sure if that’s how one would spell that…do you know the reference? Home Improvement? Tim Allen? Grunting noises? Hello? Is this thing on?
Anyway.
Life is plodding along like it has a way of doing…we’ve been not very busy. We’ve had one exciting event (Charlotte started school). I haven’t felt like myself, and not like blogging at all. Who knows when I’ll come around…I don’t.
However.
Today I had a thought (yes, just the one) and wanted to write it down.
I’ve been feeling kind of down on myself because I am NOT involved in making the world a better place. Well, down for a lot of reasons, but this is one of them. You know, I’m not actively involved in politics. I’m not super ‘green’. I’m not advocating for anyone. I’m not volunteering. I don’t teach Sunday school. I actually hardly participate. I don’t even have a ‘real’ job. Ha.
So, yeah. I’ve been thinking about that.
And I thought, “I have kids.”
Shocker!
No, but really. I am (pretty much) with them 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Libby will sleep three or four hours in her bed, but other than that…it’s all the time. Yes, I read. Yes, I craft. But they are my focus – and they should be. I am not complaining in the slightest.
If you want, I can go off on a tangent about how wonderful my sweet adorable children are…
You’re good? Okay.
So here’s my thought. I have three small children…who will soon become big children…who will then turn into adolescents…and then adults.
And they will do all those things I mentioned above. And they will make the world a better place. I know.
I’ve been going along these past few weeks feeling like I have lost myself. Like…I don’t know who I am anymore.
Today I thought…that’s okay.
My children are going to be shaping their own worlds someday, it makes sense that I am giving everything I’ve got to start them off on the right track.