Meaningless Meandering

The word "meandering" is one my new favorites. That and "buttmunch". I am weird.

Big doings in our home. Red is getting potty-trained. I should have expected the unexpected, but his objection to underpants has shocked me. Those character-emblazoned briefs I bought to bribe him with? Nope. He hates them. Hates. Them. I foresee him going commando as a young man. And if you think I am over-sharing, you are obviously new to this blog.

I know I've shared my Kindergarten drama ad nauseum, but there was a new wrinkle yesterday. I gave up on the Montessori school and decided that God had listened to my prayers and intervened to place her in the ideal environment. Missy is currently enrolled at a wonderful public school with a strong academic program and a fervent belief that the arts are an essential part of education. Except...she got into the Montessori Project.

Please, please, please do NOT pee on my parade here. I am aware that Montessori education is not for every child. But after touring many programs and investigating all of the affordable options for her education, I want to try a Montessori school. I have an education degree, I have carefully researched this and I know my child. I do not want to hear about why Montessori education is going to be the ruin of my child. Thank you.

So now I am readjusting my plans, being very thankful I didn't buy a bunch of fall-winter clothes for her (uniforms) and thanking God that He is faithful. And yes, I know it probably seems lame and I am well aware that God has more important things to do than shape my child's education. But that's the beauty of God. Even though He does have more important things to do, He cares enough to listen to a mother's prayers.

And I am a total sap. I actually cried when I listened to the message.

By the way, my children are pretending to panic because they are stuck at the top of a mountain. I just told them to panic in an indoor voice. Such is the life of a SAHM.

Lastly, I was talking to Jenny yesterday and for some reason we were talking about bedding. In the spirit of openness, I shared with her a ridiculously anal behavior that I indulge in. She promptly told me I must share this with my readers. She claims it's a fantastic idea, but I really think she just wants you all to know how deep my crazy runs.

I double sheet the little one's beds. That's right. Each child sleeps on a waterproof mattress pad, fitted sheet, flat sheet, second waterproof pad, second fitted sheet and second flat sheet. Don't judge me. There is a method to the madness though. After many late night sheet changes that resulted in a wide awake child, I tried this and discovered it was the quickest way to clean sheets and a sleeping child. If bed-wetting or sickness fouls the sheet, I whisk off the soiled set to reveal the clean set underneath. And honestly, making the bed back up doesn't take much longer. So there you have it. I'm either brilliant or bizarre. Probably a bit of both.

Thus ends another session of randomness. Goodnight and Good Luck.