It's been awhile since I've done this. A brain dump. Rather like downloading a few of the thoughts that have been rattling around between my ears. And I have to tell you right up front, the last few days have been... a little weird. But then, what else is new? ;D
In fact, I feel like I need to make a few announcements to the unmatched-chromosomes I live with, so here we go.
1. About paint. When you're cleaning out the garage and spill paint on a pair of jeans that don't yet have any holes in them, immediate action needs to be taken. And by immediate action I don't mean wadding them up in a ball and leaving them in the laundry basket.
2. About spray starch. Attention zealous iron-ers: I applaud your budding interest in looking neat and tidy for CAP and the effort you're expending to have those crisp creases in your uniforms. However. If any more overspray gets on the bathroom floor OSHA isn't going to let me in there to do any more laundry. That stuff is slick, so watch your aim.
And speaking of the bathroom...
3. About the toilet. A clogged toilet overflows on the second flush, so slow down and think before you pull that lever again. Every day I'm thankful for the wonder of modern plumbing, but boys - it's not magic. There are limits. Don't push your luck.
On to other things...
4. Two of my three boys now wear men's sizes. That is hard for me to believe, but it's true.
5. Underwear. I remember when the boys each potty-trained. Wouldn't you? I mean, that's a milestone. We had a party for each of them (a poopy party) and they got to go to the store and pick out their own underwear. Because let me tell you, little-boy underwear is pretty cute. We had tighty-whities with space ships, insects, heavy equipment, and all manner of things on them. And I thought those days were long gone. But lo and behold, Fruit of the Loom makes camo underwear. In men's sizes. Which was a (small) thrill for one of the young men in this house.
6. A question. I have to wonder, what is the purpose of camouflage underwear? I mean, I understand wearing camo for hunting, or military purposes. But just what exactly is the scenario that calls for camouflage underwear? Maybe it's better we don't answer that.
7. Figgers of speech. That's what Gunnar calls idioms and
expressions. He's ten - nearly eleven - and has a wonderful vocabulary,
but every once in awhile he mispronounces things. Sometimes it's kind
of cute ("What in carnation?") but somehow I doubt the BUDK company
appreciates you 'reading' their name as a word, which I don't think it is. And it catches me off guard when you ask me when that order from buttock is coming.
8. Morning. I've been getting up earlier lately. I used to be the early riser of the family, but Tate - the usurper - has pulled ahead. (And good for him. He gets himself up at 6am, reads his Bible, exercises, and studies for CAP, all before breakfast.) I'm out to reclaim my title (and my quiet time) and have been setting the alarm for 5:45.
9. More about morning. However. There's this thing about morning. It comes early. And sometimes I'm not quite awake, even though I'm up. And let me tell you something else, Freesia scented body splash and leave-in-hair-conditioner come in the same size spritz bottles but have an entirely different effect when you spray them down the inside of your shirt. And that is all I have to say about getting up early.
Because I really need to go to bed.