Monday, April 14, 2008

The List of Doom

I've got a lot on my to-do lists these days. I have a book I need to finish for our budget counseling meeting next week. I need to compile my expenditures into a spread sheet for the same meeting. I need to figure out a system for receipts.

More fun, but less essential: I need to touch up picture frames and get pictures in them to hang in our room. I need to clean said room and get my elliptical moved back in. I need to finish my cork board project and get them hung. I need to get Missy in for portraits, since she's almost 4 and I haven't taken 3 year pictures yet. (Let me confess that I have pics for the other two kids and have held off sending them because I want to do them all together.)

My garage is in desperate need of some cleaning and so is my kitchen. Haz Mat will be out if I don't get that floor mopped. Ceiling fans need to be dusted. Walls need to be wiped down.

Let me pause and ask, do you walls get mysterious smudges and drips as well, or is my family just a bunch of piggies?

That's in addition to the every day crap that accumulates. My laundry rhythm is off, so no one has complete outfits. Drama Queen's room is a pit, and it smells so bad my eyes watered from opening the door and throwing her belongings in. I swear to Jenny that I will deep clean it and douse it Febreeze before July.


In the midst of this, I have to post this. I rarely post photos of my kids, but Big Red is cracking me up today.

Artfully cropped from the shot are the two loads of towels he dumped. Who needs a couch?

2 comments:

noble pig said...

Awesome shot. He looks very, very happy in there!

jennyonthespot said...

Nice cropping!

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Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.


Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.


Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.

Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.


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