We Interupt This Productivity for an Oliver Moment...

I am SUPPOSED to be cleaning my house and baking granola bars and folding laundry...

I DID sleep until nearly eight o'clock, which is three hours after my normal rising hour...

I DID get my hair colored.  My hair has gotten so long that this ordeal has turned into such that I can not plan to accomplish anything else for a good hour and a half while I'm diligently coloring my grays... 

Instead I must sit in my Grandmama Dolly chair and read a book...

I'm pretty sure God wanted me to have dark auburn hair instead of dark brown with silver highlights...

After washing that gray right out of my hair I decided I'd better tackle the mountain of laundry that has overtaken my living room...

I was in Popcorn's room putting new sheets on her bed, complete with an electric blanket.  That girl is seriously attached to climbing into a toasty warm bed when the first sign of chilly weather is here...

That girl is also wearing shorts and a tank top and it's a whopping 60 degrees outside...She's  "not cold," but I guarantee you she will be nagging me to crank up the thermostat when it's time to climb in bed...

Anyhoo, Popcorn let Oliver in the house as I was making up her bed.  He sauntered down the hall, fluffy black tail swishing back and forth.  He sat on his haunches and gave me a good long glare.  I continued to work...

This disgusted him, so he let out a long, plaintive "mrrrroooow..."

I looked at him and said, "Give me a minute here Flufferpants.  I'm putting fresh sheets on the bed for you and your servant Popcorn."

He laid down and continued to watch me with narrowed eyes and tail swishing lazily from side to side.  Of course he made sure to thump his tail each time it hit the ground so I would understand the level of royal offense he was feeling...

I neatly tucked the blankets in, complete with hospital corners,  fluffed the pillows and gingerly picked His Royal Fluffyness up to put him on the freshly made bed...

"I know it's a lot to ask, but could you please refrain from grooming yourself right now?  This bed is nice and fresh, and I'd appreciate if I could go one day without spying giant tufts of fur all over it."

He sniffed and swished and sniffed and swished...

He eventually hopped gingerly down on the floor NEXT to the bed and dismissed me...

At least I'm taking it as a dismissal.  It could be disgust that I'm not doing something about the mounds of clutter in this bedroom...

Either way, I'm staying out of his way for the near future...

Oh, and I've decided that every single post must have excessive dot dot dots, just so my Gentle Readers may understand that I have not completed one single thought, but my brain is racing ahead of me anyway...

And now I'm off to run around like a mad woman straightening the house lest my husband show up and think I'm not deserving of the title "Trophy Wife."

The Laundry Saga and Vomitrocious

Remember our swimming adventure last Sunday?  Well, one of my children decided to throw her wet pond clothes in with all of our dirty clothes while camping...in a plastic bag.

Luckily I had discovered the wet clothes before they were soaked into everything else, and laid them on the merry go round to dry....


The other child simply wore hers until they were dry.  She said it felt better to be wet.

Fast forward to Monday  morning.  Studmuffin asked where I wanted the girls clothes.  "I have theirs in a separate plastic bag.  Put it in Mom's car since they are going home with her, and she may need extra clothes."

I finally got around to doing laundry Tuesday morning.  And I discovered not only our laundry, but the separate bag of the girls clothes.  I rolled my eyes and washed them with everything else, deciding Mom has a washing machine, so she could wash some if they needed...

As I was folding clothes, a curious thing occurred.  There were no clothes for one of my children.  Only one lone pair of socks.  Matched, even!  That is a small miracle around here...

I met my folks to get the girls Wednesday night.  I voiced my thoughts on the lack of clothes for one child.  Mom said, "Oh, I washed all of their clothes this morning, but Bookworm showed me some that hadn't made it to the dirty clothes.  She put them in a plastic bag."  What a mom!  Still doing laundry for me 35 years later...

We had some drama with puking driving down the interstate, (let's just say that you should never leave home without a 44 ounce plastic up and a plastic bag to catch the overflow....I kid you not) and by the time we got home I had to drop off the girls and head straight to choir.  I failed to unload their luggage from my car.

Wait! 

I must stop and chase this bunny trail I started...We're driving down the road.  My child yells, "I'm going to be sick."  I grab the cup and thrust it at her...She pukes and pukes and pukes...I yell at her sister to "Unbuckle and find a plastic bag!"  She finds one thrown in the very back.  Just in the nick of time she clamors over the seat and gets it under her sister's face as the cup begins to overflow...

Did you realize there were no exits where we were?  Call me crazy, but I just did not feel safe pulling over on the shoulder of the interstate with high winds whipping the trucks all over the road...

We rode with a cup and bag full of puke for several miles.  The smell was quite enjoyable.   I spied an exit with a Denny's sign...I pulled right off, circled around to the back of that lovely establishement, located the dumpsters, and dumped my cup of puke and bag of puke...

*gag*

I forced myself to take some wet wipes and clean the cup in case she felt the need to cast up her accounts again...

*gag*

Returning to topic:

Thursday I told the girls to unpack.  I mentioned that I was thankful that their grandma washed all their laundry, so they just had to unpack...

Guess what?  "Grandma didn't wash any of our clothes" said a certain child.  Surprisingly enough, this was the very child who only had one lone pair of socks in the laundry I had washed.  It turns out this child had thrown every piece of clothing she'd worn on the camping trip and at her grandparents back in her bag.  So naturally it did not get washed.  She carried her bag into her room, and was going to pull out "what is still clean." 

OH THE AROMA!!! 

That bag stunk to high heaven.  I pulled everything out, threw it all in the wash and sprayed her luggage down with some lavender linen spray...

By the time this chore was completed, the guilty child was putting away the dishes.  I went to give her a hug and tell her how glad I was to have her home with me today.  "Even if you do bring home a stinky bag of clothes."  She started to giggle.

And she giggled some more. 

And some more.  I decided I was suspicious of the amount of laughter my statement engendered...

Naturally I asked "What's so funny?"

"I tooted while you were hugging me" she shouted gleefully.

"You. Are.  Disgusting."

And she about fell over laughing.

This is the life I'm living, Gentle Reader.

Clearly.  Disgusting.