Maid for Cleaning

By Sandy on June 13, 2012

I’ve never been one to enjoy cleaning. I don’t know many people who do, actually. Well, there is my mom. She loves to clean. And, Victoria and Maria, 2 cleaning ladies we had at various times when with just 2 kids we thought life was too busy to keep the house clean ourselves. Those sweet ladies were the happiest women I have ever met. They were always smiling. They had such joy. Maria hummed constantly, all the while cleaning up after others.

But that’s it. Those are the only 3 I know of. I don’t like to clean, but I love to organize. Give me a room full of clutter and chaos, a few trash bags and a marker and I’m in my glory. There is nothing like sorting and categorizing and simplifying. Lately however, I’ve noticed Josiah has been helping me. Without realizing it, that boy has been encouraging me to clean.

The Great Outdoors

By Sandy on May 28, 2012

I’m not sure when or even why we decided camping would be a great idea for our family. We camped often as I was growing up. I have fond memories of early morning breakfasts at the campsite; of playing in the great outdoors with my siblings. There is nothing like camping, when you are a kid.

It’s a whole different story when you are the adult who has to prepare everything for the camping experience. Think about it. Basically, you are planning, purchasing and packing everything you will need for everyone in your family to live in, sleep in, eat, wear and enjoy for as many days as you will be gone.

Blow Out

By Sandy on May 17, 2012

Within 3 days, Josiah has torn holes in 3 pairs of shorts. Sunday, we noticed a huge rip down the back of his plaid shorts, late in the afternoon. When I picked Josiah up after school on Monday, he was not wearing the shorts I had sent him to school in. Apparently, during PE, he tore a hole through his 2nd pair of plaid shorts. Tuesday, the 3rd pair of shorts had a blow out.

I purchased these shorts not long ago. He has probably worn each pair only 2-3 times. They haven’t even been laundered very much. I’m not sure why they didn’t last. I can’t figure out what Josiah did to create such big holes in each of his shorts. As far as I can tell he didn’t tear them intentionally, or snag them on something or get them caught on anything.

My Plate is FULL

By Sandy on May 6, 2012

Perhaps I spoke too soon. Perhaps I am not so great at looking for the good in everything. Perhaps I react more than I respond. These last 24 hours have proven I’m not as pulled together as I like to think. Here are some of the highlights.

The kids had early release yesterday. Josiah was home a little after noon and in hyper drive for some unknown reason. He thought it funny to find things to knock over, climb on or throw. I spent the majority of my time trying to redirect him and/or clean up after him.

Back to the Drawing Board

By Sandy on May 4, 2012

If we could just wear Josiah out during the day, he would sleep at night. It makes perfect sense, right? He doesn’t like to do much in the way of exercise, so, getting the boy in a pool to swim should do the trick. Yesterday, after all the kids got home from school, I packed our pool bag.

My fabulous friend, LuAnn, had graciously offered her pool any time we wanted to use it. Her exact words were. “Our pool is your pool.” Such a great friend. Everyone should have a friend like her. Turns out only Chandler wanted to go. Josiah didn’t have a choice. He WAS going.