Spring Cleaning, Laundry, Babies Coming Out...

The weekend is over.  It was the start to some crazy major spring cleaning.  One minute I was laying down, contemplating a nap and the next minute I was gutting out the boys drawers, moving bedrooms and making life for all of us easier, in the long run.

We bought this house with the idea of making two bedrooms in the basement for the older two boys.  After spending money on making the bedrooms, adding a bath... and all that stuff... they have not really made the rooms theirs.  I get it.  I wouldn't even want to be down there, as I am a chicken.  Yet.... I really wish we all knew this before we spent the money... that could have painted the house the colors I really want, put in a new kitchen and new floors... etc, etc, etc.  Sigh.  So instead, Sammy and Tyler's stuff ends up everywhere.

So I moved the boys around and for now, everyone is  sharing a room.  Everyone has a closet for their clothes.  Everyone has a place to be.  Feels much better.  Now to just get Josh to stay in his own bed.

I also realized the boys have way too many clothes!  WOW!!!  When the laundry is done... (whenever that is) there is not really room for their stuff.  I guess the key is not to go out and buy a new shirt when they don't have any but rather, just do the laundry! lol

In church, while we were all singing, Josh whispers to me, how do babies come out of your tummy?  I said, "Go ask Daddy."  Sanj looked like he was going to choke!  lol

Here's a questions for you, Jesus was baptized by his cousin, John the Baptist, right.  John the Baptist wasn't a priest or pastor or anything... he wasn't ordained, right?  How come only a ordained minister can baptize someone?

Please send me your thoughts... This will continue... I am just studying and trying to figure something out.

Aw... back to the task at hand.  Happy Monday!

Awesomeness...

It's Tuesday night.  I think it is my least favorite night of the week.  Sanj has guitar after work and the older two boys always have a later hockey game.  That leaves me busy with supper, homework and bedtime.  I don't mind that part as much as I mind the boys not being able to wake up the next morning because of hockey.

As soon as the boys get home, they are on the computer, chatting with their friends.  They were with them all day!  What could the possible need to chat about a.s.a.p.?  Yet I remember my parents saying the same thing when we would be on the phone.  So I zip it.  I guess this is a form of decompressing after school.

Some use the computer, others watch t.v. and others are out on the rink.  They are all so different.  I have some that will do their homework right away, others after supper and some right before bed.

It's spaghetti with meatball and cucumbers for supper.  Nice and easy.  5/6 love spaghetti.  Max isn't sure what he likes aside from Indian food.  He is a picky child when it comes to food.  He is such a funny boy.  I would say that he is full of confidence and so easy going.  I have often said he was my gift from God... a calm one in the midst of the storm.

This picture is of the poster had was carrying around during the Grade 8 vs Staff game.  Most kids had banners about the team they were cheering.  Not my Max... his poster was about him:  "Max Is Awesome!"  Then he went around parading that he was awesome, giggling the whole time you couldn't be disturbed as to whether or not he was really conceited.  What a funny boy he is!

I have a huge pile of clean laundry on my bed that I have to put away tonight.  It really is too big to dump on the floor... so this is my project while watching American Idol tonight.

I am typing right now so I won't go looking for some chocolate or something in that family.

Hopefully I will make it to the gym tomorrow, providing that no child of mine pukes.  As I went down the hall in the boys school, there on the floor was a puddle of vomit.  Pink and blue.  My stomach has not stopped heaving since I saw it.  Ugh.  I could not clean up someone else's stomach contents.  Thank goodness for people who can.

The troops are looking for me... so I am off!  Enjoy your night!

I Got Me A Wife!

I got a wife!  Well, it is the closest thing that I will likely get to a wife.  After being without a cleaning person for a month... nagging, delegating... melting down... this is a need and priority in our life.

(Don't get me wrong... the boys have their chores and responsibilities and therefore nagging will still occur but... I have help again).

Sanj has been a gem and has been getting into the nitty gritty of it all.  I love this man....   Yesterday while I was out getting groceries on the way home from hockey... Sanj told the boys to clean up their rooms etc.

I was feeling so good about fact that the task had been started.  We were having family over for supper and that didn't leave a lot of time.

At some point, I walked into the laundry room which is off our eat-in kitchen.  I think I was having the beginnings of a heart attack.  (Actually, as I am typing this out, my heart is racing).  Really, only if I took a picture of the room (which I just can't), would you get a little feel for the eruption that occurred in there.

There is a laundry shoot from the boys bathroom.  Half the time, it isn't used, as apparently, it is easier to just leave the clothes on the floor after a shower.  But suddenly when they were to clean their room, they found use for the shoot.

Imagine how many pieces of clothing 6 boys can have then times that by 2.  Now imagine all those clothes being shoved down the throat of the shoot.... with all that shoving... it throws up!  My laundry room had so many clothes... clean and dirty... I could only stand there.

I stood there trying to breathe.  I was having trouble.  My eyes start to tear...  my shoulders started to shake.  I put my hands over my eyes and cry right there in front of all of them. They stare at me.

Josh is upset and hugs me.  Sanj is looking at Sammy (who really didn't care) and Tyler, who immediately puts a load in the wash.

That is one of the only things that gets a response out of them.  I could feel my tears drying up, but I still wanted more of a reaction.  I think of the laundry again, it will take me days to get it done.  By then there will be more shoved down the shoot and floors and under the beds... and then that will take more days.  Laundry!!!  It always sends me over the edge.  The tears started to come again.

Sanj reminds me that the cleaning lady will be coming tomorrow... and we will figure it out.

Ah yes, my wife .... there is hope.

This means cutting down on the eating out.  I am good with that, though.  I don't think cooking in my clean kitchen is as burdensome as laundry and toilets.

Vows for My "Wife"...

Oh cleaning lady, who we so need...

Do you vow to take this house and keep it in top notch shape?

Do you vow to change sheets, wipe off pee off the floors and seats, wipe off crustacean off surfaces that should have none, dust, wipe finger prints off my fridge and stove, mop the footprints off the floor and mostly importantly, keep on top of the laundry?

Do you promise to love my house as your own, maybe a little more?

What will I do, you ask?  All the other stuff!  Maybe even get firewood!  lol

Oh yah and  be happier!

Thank you, Jesus, for people that love to clean.  May you bless them with an extra blessing.

Amen