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Spring Cleaning

Boxes and Bags of Suff

I am taking Spring Cleaning to an all new level. I am going through EVERYTHING.  I seem so disorganized.  I can see how quitting a big project like this could end up on the Hoarders Show or the Storage Wars Show.

FLY Lady would disapprove of my methodology and I am seriously thinking of taking a step back putting my house back together and going forward with the FLY Lady method.

My partner keeps saying things like "you tell me what to do and I'll do it" and "whatever you decide." Instead of giving me the all go ahead I feel almost immobilized. Instead of doing the "responsible thing," whatever that is, I want to climb back into bed and pull up the covers.

Yikes.

Coba Seas Fan at REO Speedwagon Concert

Coba Seas Fan at REP Speedwagon Concert at Busch Gardens Tampa Bay.

Maybe not a good spot for a swim

My daughter and I were looking for a picnic and a swim. This might not be the best spot.

Agenda, Docket, Itinerary or Schedule

Agenda, Docket, Itinerary or Schedule

Maybe it is because I Home Educate my kids or maybe it is because I do not work out side my home or maybe it is just me but I seldom take the weekends off. That special weekend feeling of: staying up late or
getting to sleep in or
watching Saturday morning cartoons or
even going to some special place is almost forgotten.

I do not believe that my kids understand "Weekend" or why others worship it or even why people (and Orange Cats) hate Mondays.

We don't necessarily wake up in the morning or go to sleep at night but we live by my Calendar. We definitely have plans. March is always very busy for us. We weekly attend two separate Homeschooling groups. Twice a month each child attends a Camp Fire USA group for their age.  We have play dates.  We visit Busch Gardens and Seaworld frequently. Then as the weather warms we also incorporate 3-7 visits to the beach each week.

Yet, I get confused as to what day of the week it is.  If it weren't for some rather silly mother's that had all penciled in mustaches, I would have missed the fact that it was actually LEAP day February 29, 2012 this week.

You didn't know that you were supposed to draw a mustache on your upper lip for Leap Day? It was explained to me this way: draw a mustache on Leap day because a drawn  mustache looks French, frogs are French and frogs leap. I told you that they are silly.

And the winners are ...

I watched the academy  awards tonight. I believe it was the first time that I hadn't seen any of the best picture nominees. I had seen a few movies last year: the last Harry  Potter, the Muppet movie, Mission Impossible.  We sat and watched the show for many hours. I can't help but thinking it's wasted time. I did some paper work for some of it since it's the end of the month but maybe I should consider skipping the shows and reading the results the next morning.

My Romantic Husband

For New Years Eve, I tried to have a romantic dinner. I went to a friends house and got dressed in my best dress that fits. She helped me straighten my newly cut and colored hair (by another friend). Her daughter helped me by putting on "smokey eyes" makeup. I even borrowed some wonderful perfume.  I planned a lovely dinner of steak, potato and salad with sparkling apple cider for the 4 of us (my darling husband and my 2 children). As I arrived home all the little girls four 5 and 6 year old girls come running to my car to tell me how pretty I look and how I smell nice. It was nice to be treated like a superstar. I bet this is how Dora the Explorer feels.

My friend that helped me get dressed asked me what my husband said about my dress-up for New Years Eve. Initially, my husband said nothing. As far as I can tell he doesn't even look at me. So I asked him how I looked and he said I looked "cute." Not exactly the look I was going for but it does explain why I am only attractive to 6 year old girls.

My friend then suggested that my husband wasn't romantic. See that's the funny thing, my husband is romantic. He is very romantic.

We met in August of 1987 and started dating soon after. We married in December of 1994. My darling husband is romantic. He is kind and thoughtful. He is generous and loving. In all those years, he has never forgotten an opportunity to give me a gift. He has even given me presents for HIS birthday. He has written me love letters. He has brought me flowers. He records TV shows that he thinks I'll like. He saves magazine articles for me to read. He sends me emails and texts each day offering information and words of support. Although he does tell me frequently that he loves me, he rarely comments on my appearance.

So is my husband romantic? Absolutely. Now for me, am I a romantic? That's another story for another day.