Manic Monday

For some unknown reason, yesterday I was like the Energizer Bunny in the house, thumping around getting all kinds of things done. Laundry? Five loads FINITO-ed. Carpet cleaned? Done and DONE. Crockpot meal? AT THE READY. I think this has less to do with my amazing ability to accomplish things and more to do with my dogged determination never to rest my rear end on a couch cushion. For I know if I do, I will be but toast. Sleepy, ass-dent producing, zoned out toast. So instead of being toast yesterday,  I June Cleavered it. Which I am making into a verb right this minute. You should have SEEN that chicken n’ dumplings dish I made last night! Totally Cleavered it!

I find being domestic much easier to stomach now that I have a job outside the house. Shocking, I know. But it’s kind of nice to crawl into bed and be like, “Hey, today I did all this work somewhere else, and THEN I fashioned a popsicle stick diorama of an iguana’s natural habitat*! I am a Cleavering wonder!” And I’ve said it before, but it’s so true it’s ridiculous: I enjoy my time with my kids infinitely more now that I’m working. We had crazy amounts of fun during this last week of impromptu snowed-inning. I think I laughed with Noah and Rosie more in the last 10 days than I have in the last 10 months. This, my friends, is a fortuitous development. To the max.

Oh dear. Now I have been still for ten minutes. Ass-dent productivity is increasing. I…am…now…sleepy…toaaaaasst.

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*Did not actually do this. Kindergarten has not progressed to these kinds of ridiculous levels, and if it had, you’d better believe I’d have told you about it here. AND taken a picture of that bad boy iguana habitat. ‘Cause you know I’d’ve straight up Cleavered it. WHASSUP!!

2 comments

1 Katy German { 01.19.11 at 4:16 pm }

Um, yeah…have I ever told you about how happy Samuel was when I got a job again? Or how he’d spent the preceding 2 months asking everyone we know if they had a job for me? Real job=happy/fun mom. Of course, Clara says things like “Tay home peez, mama.” It’s hard to please everyone!

2 Parker { 01.20.11 at 9:10 pm }

You. Are. My. Hero.

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