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Oh, Universe… why you ackin’ so cray-cray?

Like most moms, the default answer to a lot of my kids’ requests is ‘no.’ We’re all intellectually aware that we say it more often than we should, but it’s a very easy answer to give, and darn it, we’re not often wrong to say it.

“Mom, can I download a questionable file on our only working computer?”

“Mommy, I’m going to walk on the road instead of the sidewalk when I’m behind you, ok?”

“Mom, I bet my baby sister bounces if I throw her. Wanna see? For scientific purposes.”

The Regulator found a bunch of glow sticks that Grandma had given them last summer. We had way too much rain while on vacation to play with them outside on the beach, and they subsequently got shuffled away. Of course I didn’t want them to take them out, especially when they got all giddy thinking what great light sabers they would make! But then I said to myself, “self– they’re quite mature. They can handle playing with them. Besides the room is clean, so they can play in the dark without losing teeth by falling on something. What could possibly go wrong?”

(mimicking Jimmy Fallon) Thank you, glow sticks, for showing me EXACTLY what could go wrong.

After several minutes of giggles and thuds that were not immediately followed by crying, The Regulator made his way to the bathroom laughing about how he “glowed up his hands.” One of his sticks cracked (I guess the plastic goes brittle after 6 months) and the stuff oozed onto his hands. I figure it wasn’t the biggest problem, so I just let him go to the bathroom and clean himself up. But then…. ohhhhh, THEN!! He goes back into the bedroom and freaks out: 

“What did you do?!?!?! It’s EVERYWHERE!!”

Well– that will get your butt in gear! I go into the room to see little glowing spots all over the room. Toughie thought it would be a good idea to splatter the glowing stuff around the bedroom. It looked like the beginning of a rave. Or a planetarium. Either way, I was not pleased. 

Thankfully, the stuff doesn’t last very long outside of the tube, and the rest I washed off with plain water. But that was not fun, not in the least. And I’ll thank you to notice that I never threatened the boy with the Naughty List. He was sufficiently sorry, so I didn’t have to force the point.


On a serious note, someone I love dearly who says “yes” to life better than anyone I know is suffering a loss. To be forced to answer the question, “are you having a baby?” with “no” when the answer was “yes” so recently… it hurts. But she is blessed with family and friends who are there for her. Who knows: she might have chance to say “yes” once again. Either way, she will carry on. So we support her in that.


Cleanliness is next to crankiness

(I posted a version of this statement in my LiveJournal– remember those?– many years ago, but it still applies.)

I have an inner Donna Reed who encourages me to keep a clean house and wear pearls while doing dishes; I also have an inner Roseanne Connor who smacks her upside the head and hands me a bag of Cheetos as we watch TV.

I’m not sure I ever really learned to be a homemaker in the housekeeping department. I know what to do; I just don’t have the discipline to do it all the time. It doesn’t help that I don’t have a lot of space: toys and papers have no place to ‘live.’ The dishwasher? You’re reading her words right now. And a washer and dryer? I do not love driving to my laundry appliances. All of this stuff conspires against me, to the point where I get very frustrated.


(Yeah, pretty much…)

Thankfully a friend passed along a link to FlyLady. So at least I’m learning to make new habits. It’s slow going, but I’m working on it. And every so often I get excited about cleaning supplies. New dish drain that resists mold? Awesomesauce! A rented carpet cleaner coming to my home soon? W00t!!! And I still can’t find those fabulous purple Scotch-Brite dish scrubbers that don’t trap food. (Grrr…)

I’m whittling away at clutter. The Regulator’s toys are getting smaller (i.e., DS games), which is helpful. We keep a lot of stuff because we think we need it. But then we look at it a year later, and we really have no use for it. And now Buttercup is practicing standing up and pulling that junk to the floor in the process. So, yeah. de-cluttering is the name of the game. My kingdom for a session with Peter Walsh!