It’s Thursday at 1:43 in the afternoon and I’m still in my pajamas. They are my favorite ones… the hubs bought them for me for Christmas two years ago. Black and pink plaid flannel bottoms that drag the floor when I walk — which I love. At 5’8″ I’m not overly tall, but I like my pants long and it doesn’t always happen that way. My shirt doesn’t match at all, nor does it ever, but it’s this year’s Drumstick Dash long sleeve tee… another thing I love to wear. It was supposed to be for my dad, but I confiscated it. I don’t wear it out, since I didn’t run or walk in the dash… but I do love to wear it around the house.
I got out of bed this morning to get the kids up and get them out the door. I made the obligatory lunches which includes our own version of Rev Wraps. One slice of mozzarella and three slices of sandwich pepperoni, rolled up and secured with a toothpick. That’s what the boys take at least. Thing 3 told me he feels special because I buy the meat from the deli. It’s the little things. Thing 1 likes the wraps because he can heat them up or eat them cold. He takes two… Every week I ask if they want something different, but most all of these kids are creatures of habits.
Thing 2 takes mac and cheese every.single.day. Sometimes it’s homemade and sometimes it’s from a box. I thought for sure she would get sick of it, but she never has. Thing 4, bless her heart. Now that her new school has a microwave, she never wants to take a sandwich. ever. Those are her words. If I don’t lay something out for her, she will come and ask me what her main course will be for the day.
Yes. Those exact words. Because she’s 30 in a 9 year old body.
After they got off to school, I laid back down. I gave up TV for Lent so I’ll be missing my Today Show friends for the next six weeks. I don’t think that will be as hard as giving up Parenthood, Hart of Dixie and Gray’s Anatomy, but I suspect I’ll live. I did sign up to read the New Testament in it’s entirety over Lent. I didn’t realize how dependent I’ve become on TV as background noise. It’s been so quiet around here…but I’ve got my Jesus jams and I’ve been working around the house… attempting to do 40 bags in 40 days. I didn’t do any yesterday…. but I did this morning.
Of course, I feel like that should let me off the hook for any additional cleaning today. But I know it won’t and I should really be doing something other than blabbering on about nothing here on the good ol’ blog…. Like today’s New Testament reading. I’ll finish the book of Acts today.
But right now, I’m enjoying the heat that’s coming from the little space heater in the dining room. I’m enjoying looking at the clean corner that was once a mess. I’m loving that I got all the paper that was over there scanned, and most of it tossed.
I’m contemplating lunch. But I don’t know what I want. I gave up gluten for a month just to see if it might be the cause of some of my medical issues. It’s been a little over two weeks and I’m not sure if it is, and while I had hoped to lose a little weight, that hasn’t happened either. But I really am just too lazy to go in and make myself something for lunch.
I guess it’s a good thing I’m not hungry.
We’re having burritos tonight for dinner. Not that I can have those, but I’ve been letting the kids plan a week of meals at a time. This week Thing 1 chose everything Mexican. We’ve had chili, tacos, enchiladas, and burritos. Last week, Thing 2 chose… it was a lot of ground beef and a lot of pasta. I already know that next week, when Thing 3 picks, Shepherd’s pie will be on the menu. No one is excited about this as none of us like it. We tolerate it. But he loves it. So I’ll make it for him and he’ll beam. That makes it worth it.
I guess I should get off here and get moving. The chicks are coming Saturday and if there’s not a space cleaned out in the basement for them, I’m not sure where they will live. Yes. More chicks. I miss my fresh eggs and this time, we’re making sure the raccoon can’t get them. Stupid raccoon. But at least for the next few months, they’ll be in the basement chirping up a storm and the kids will fight over who gets to take care of them. That will only last until they move out to the coop and then no one wants to care for them.
Reason 474 I’m not ready to get another dog.
If you’ve made it this far, God bless you. I’m done rambling for now. If you don’t hear from me for awhile, it’s because got lost in the abyss of the basement.
Until next time…