Laundry

Do you actually enjoy doing laundry? I don't. It's a chore.

I let it pile up for my day off. I tried to do a load a day, but that hurt my brain to remember each day.

Are you the kind of person who lets it pile up and dedicate one of your days off to it or do you do 'one load a day?'

P.S. I always do my best to put a picture with my posts, but the whole pile wouldn't fit in the picture!

Time, Where Does It Go?

When I was in my early twenties, I could never understand why people wouldn't phone me back after leaving a message - or calling when they said they would. After all, it was only going to take a moment, wasn't it?

I had all the time in the world then. The only thing I had to worry about was my job.

Well, I had a baby five years ago and, WOW, I now understand! Time is limited when you have kids, especially for yourself.

I now feel badly that I felt that way, but am counting this as one of 'life's lessons'.

I do my best to return phone calls and when I say I'm going to - but reality is that things pop up and change at a moments notice.

The fine print, even about life is true: Subject to change without notice.

First Day of Kindergarden

My daughter started Kindergarden yesterday. I feel like such a bad Mom because I forgot my camera for the event. Not only that, somehow I missed some major things for the event: I didn't know we were to enter from the outside door. (The doors are not numbered on the outside, how was I suppose to find it?) I was also slack on getting her school supplies and did not have them for the first day (they were going for 1/2 an hour, what were they suppose to do with three glue sticks?) How did I miss in all of the papers that were mailed home that she was suppose to have "inside shoes". What are those? In my mind that would be slippers. Do they want me to provide slippers?

Even though I forgot my camera, the teacher shoo'd us out as fast as she could; I don't think I could have any photos. I would have also been the only parent with a camera. One day, I hope I get to meet her! (The teacher.) Her teacher seems strict, though and I felt like I was reprimanded; because I was tardy in buying the school supplies, the store was sold out of the plane paper books, so I bought lined ones. They were handed back to me by the teacher, with a I-can't-believe-you-did-that 'look' on her face.

Maybe I'll be fortunate enough to go to school to learn how not miss the fine print.