The Trials of a Busy Mom

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The end of an era

We have a small celebration going on here (well, just me.  I’m the only one celebrating).  What are we celebrating?  The end of the facial hair!

He’s been growing this since our trip to Cancun, when he forgot his shaver.  Then he just left it.  Maybe he liked it, maybe he was just growing it to annoy me.  Who knows?  But for some unknown reason, this morning it was gone.  I didn’t take a picture, but he’s back to his normal, clean shaven look.  And I’m happy about that!  Thanks, Ryan.

I’m on the wagon. Or off the wagon. Something to do with a wagon.

Please excuse me if I’m a bit grumpy right now.  I’m going through detox here and the side effects are terrible.  No, it’s not the shakes or vomiting, it’s severe grouchiness and the ability to snap at people for no reason.  Yes, friends, I’ve given up sugar.    Or should I say, “Hi, My name is Paige, and I’m a sugarholic”?  (and then you all say back to me in bored voices, Hi, Paige.)  My friend, Robin, and I have been doing this “give up sugar for Lent” thing for a few years now.  Some years I participate, and some years I don’t.  Well, since I’ve realized that I really do have an addiction to sugar, this is the year to do it.  It wasn’t a good thing that my first day of no sugar happened to coincide with my turn at playgroup (6 little hyper 3 year olds at my house) and PMS.  Not good at all.  So, send your condolences to my husband, and wish me luck.  Hopefully I’ll come out of this with all of my family members intact.

Generic Jokester

Those of you who knew me in high school and college may remember the old “Joke-a-day” girl.  Yes, I used to have a joke every day (most of them were pretty lame), but the point was to lift up the day a tiny bit.  During my freshman year at college, I would occasionally just dial a random BYU number (you didn’t have to dial the prefix, right, just the last 4 numbers) and say, “Hi, this is the generic jokester and this is the joke of the day.”  Yes, I’d have to be pretty loopy before I would do this, but sometimes I would meet some fun and interesting people (mostly I’d get hung up on, or get a short laugh, and that would be it).

I don’t often have a joke of the day anymore.  I just don’t have the same number of brain cells as I did in my late teens, what with having 5 children and all, and I can’t remember jokes for very long.  But thanks to my friend, Lisa, I now have a joke a day.  She gave me one of those page a day calendars for my birthday, and every day I can have a new joke.  So, here you have it…today’s joke!

Pearl:  I hear your brother-in-law always takes his misfortunes like a man.

Shirl:  That’s right–he blames my sister.

Ha! Ha!  Now, I didn’t claim it was a funny joke, it’s just a joke.  So, laugh amongst yourselves, and hopefully the next joke I post will be better.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, it looks like I have another 90 minutes of exercise to get to (thanks a lot, friends).

Thanks. Not so much.

All right you jokers.  That’s 100 minutes I have to exercise from that post, and luckily I did 30 minutes on the treadmill last night and an hour yoga class today, which was about 50 minutes of exercise.  So, 20 more minutes ought to take care of my time commitment for yesterday’s post.
In other news,  I don’t know why I always seem to get in the checkout line of the new person.  She’s also the one who’s scanner somehow doesn’t work, and it takes me 15 minutes to ring up my groceries.  What’s up with that.

Hop-along Jenna is doing very well, and by the end of this week she is supposed to start putting a teeny tiny bit of weight on her leg.  Hooray!  We’ve survived one month of this broken leg thing so far.  Probably three more weeks of a cast.

And, finally, I had a little bit of a panic attack this morning when I was rushing to get showered, dry and dressed in 25 minutes so I could pick up John from preschool on time, and I couldn’t find the hairspray.  Wow.  I guess I’m pretty dependent upon that stuff.  What’s your one thing you can’t live without?  (Not that hairspray is the only one–I also need lipgloss, mascara and blush or I look like a zombie.)

Article

In case you missed it, there’s a very complementary article about Matt Mason and his book in yesterday’s Deseret News.  You can read it here.  I am a little surprised that my friend, Stacie, didn’t mention anything about it when I saw her last week.  It’s a pretty big deal, and if it were me, I’d be telling everyone to read the article.  So, congratulations, Matt, on the success of your book!

Darn. I didn’t win.

I just called in for a radio contest, but I was caller 2, instead of caller 9.  Why I was even calling on this contest, I’m not really sure, since it was to win Doodlebops concert tickets for Monday night.  Why would I even try to win those, I ask myself.  I HATE the Doodlebops.  And really, to go and sit through even an hour of them in concert would probably scar my brain for life!  Just thinking about it has placed a song in my head that, short of having a frontal labotomy, I will probably NEVER get out of my head.  (do-do-do, let’s get on the bus….ARG!)  Yet, I just tried to win some tickets, because I know my kids would enjoy it.  And if I won them, I know there’s no way in hell I could pawn the parental responsibility of taking said children to the concert on Ryan.  He would Not do it (am I right, Ryan?).  So, tell me, friends, WHY did I just call trying to win those?  It’s a sickness.  I think I should go and lie down.

My day–a study in scheduling

Today has been one of my busier days. Allow me to elaborate.

7:25 usher Megan out the door to catch the early bus for band.

7:45 say goodbye to Cole as he leaves for middle school.

use the time to get myself and 3 kids ready for school.

9:00 take Jenna to school, meet Megan there to deliver her very special, very cool spotted dog valentine box with light up red LED-light eyes (I’m sure we’ll post a picture of that one eventually)

9:20 arrive home and start to sweep kitchen floor

9:35 John’s friend Hunter arrives

10:00 take John and Hunter over to friend Noah’s house for playgroup

10:05 meet VT partner and go visiting teaching

11:00 finish the visits and drive on empty to Costco to get gas.

11:15 go into Costco to see if by chance they have chopsticks (for a game at school today).

11:20 Costco does not have chopsticks, but they do indeed have flowers. Lots and lots of them. So, I buy a dozen for valentine’s day and exit the building

11:30 go to Hogi Yogi to get chopsticks, and since I can’t just take 8-10 pairs of chopsticks without buying anything, buy a chicken bowl for lunch.

11:40 arrive home to use the bathroom and eat chicken bowl.

12:00 John is being picked up from playgroup by Hunter’s mom.

12:08 Pick Jenna up from school. It looks like they have had a fun valentine’s party and are ready to go.

12:20 arrive home, fix Jenna a sandwich and encourage her to use the bathroom, while I gather the supplies for my game at the 2nd grade party.

12:43 take Jenna over to Hunter and Brittan’s house, where she will join John and play for an hour while I go and do my motherly duty and help with the valentine’s party for Natalie’s class.

12:56 arrive at school, try to find a parking spot and end up parking way out in the street. Hurry in to drop off treats in one classroom, and attend the party in Natalie’s class. We play the chopstick candy heart game, and it is a big success. 2nd grade boys do NOT do well with chopsticks, just so you know.

1:55 the party ends a few minutes early, and I book it back out to the car, so I can go to my friend Lisa’s and pick up my kids AND hers, so she can run off and attend a 5th grade party.

2:05 get all the kids into the car and head back home.

*Whew!* Now the rest of my day is easy! I just have to clean the kitchen and family room, set the table pretty for Valentine’s day, get a heart shaped pizza (if I can find one) for dinner, and then go to rehearsal tonight.
So, friends, I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s day, too!

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