Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Other unexpected consequences of being a SAHM

When I worked, I had a steady rotation of work appropriate clothes.  Dresses, skirts, slacks and blouses.  Now that I stay at home full time, the only time that I don such attire is when I have to officiate a wedding or go to church.  So, the life of all these clothes has been extended quite a bit.

What my wardrobe consists of nowadays is jeans (but don't get me started on jeans!), t-shirts, sweaters, and tank tops.

I've noticed recently that all of my clothes are starting to fall apart.  What I noticed first was little holes in my shirts about the level of my navel. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out where these holes were coming from.  At the time, Girl C was still in her bucket seat and she got carried around a lot.  I figured that I was resting the carrier on my hip/midsection and the holes were coming from the seat/jeans button interaction of carrying her that way.  She was soon out of the carrier, and the holes stopped.  But then I noticed them again.  She wasn't in her carrier.  What gives?  We dry our laundry on a line outside in good weather, so my conclusion was that the clothes pins were making the holes.  A few weeks ago, while I was at work, one of the other ladies in the nursery at church mentioned she had these same holes.  I was curious to hear how she thinks these holes crop of, since her kids are in high school and far from being in car seats.  She said she gets them from leaning up against the sink counter doing dishes.  Well, hell, I never thought of that before, and it makes total sense!  So, mystery solved for the holes and a solution to fix it (which is not 'stop doing dishes').

Also, I have blown holes through the knees of two pairs of jeans.  Never, in all my jeans-wearing years, have I ever worn jeans so much that they started to fall apart at the knees.  Usually, I would rip a back pocket off before anything else.  But I had a pair of skinny jeans that were wonderful from Target that I noticed the right knee start to get thin and soft in the knee and I knew they'd need to be replaced soon.  Thankfully, I bought the exact same pair and about a week later, I felt breezy at the knee and lo and behold, a hole.

I guess I'm on the floor a lot more with two kids.  We're building block towers, doing puzzles, racing cars, I'm changing diapers on the floor, and chasing after both of them.

Of all the consequences of being a stay at home mom, this is one I didn't expect.  But I love it.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

An insight into how my mind works. A small, small insight.

If I am going to the grocery store or to Target, I usually have a list.  That sounds normal enough, right?  But i can't just sit down and make a list.  It's an ongoing process that starts immediately after I leave the store from the last trip.  Because I've inevitably forgotten something.

If my list includes 3 items or less, I'm great.  I don't need a list.  But as soon as you add that 4th item, something gets bumped from the initial 3 item list.  And thus the cycle of forgetfulness/multiple trips begins.  Maybe this is a sign I should have 3 children or less.  I'll forget one or two.  

How I combat this is lists.  I have a program on my phone that allows me to make a list or a checklist.  The latter is a lifesaver because I can actually SEE what I've picked up (and checked off the list) and put in my cart as opposed to the simple list version.  If I don't cross it off, I forget something.

But the making of the list is a week long process sometimes.  Like I said, I usually forget something and if it can wait until next week, it becomes item number one on next week's list.  As I putter around the house, something will pop into my head that I need.  If I don't document this RIGHT NOW, guess what happens?  Yep.  It gets forgotten.  Along with my phone list, I have a dry erase board on my fridge so Papa B and I can write down items.  Usually I just take a picture of this white board list instead of transfer to my phone list.

So, there are a lot of ways I can forget things.  And I do.  But I'm getting better about consolidating my lists in their various forms be they digital or analog.

Sunday, February 2, 2014

An addition to my advance directive and living will

AKA, my un-profound post of the day.

In the event I fall into a coma or persistent vegetative state, I hearby request someone pluck my eyebrows and the 3 black hairs that sprout from the mole on my cheek.