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Everyone has their demons. Mine seems to be plastic. No, not credit cards. Although I’ve had my share of issues with those in my younger days. I mean the actual material, plastic. It seems to be a running theme through some of my daily struggles – physical and ethical. For example, JavaGirl and JavaBoy have [...]
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I didn’t realize the extent of my decorating commitment phobia until I started ripping open packages of 3M’s Command products — suddenly, I am free from my phobia — I am hanging things up on my walls like a maniac all because of an ingenious line of products by the same people who brought us [...]
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There are moments, in parenting, when you suddenly realize how very, very flawed you are. And I had one of those moments the other night. A constant struggle in our house is The Battle of the Artwork. JavaBoy loves to create art projects — at preschool, in Sunday School, in nature classes, and just on [...]
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Last night we were frantically searching for my keys — we were heading for the same destination in one car, but I wanted my own set of keys with me. Usually my keys are on one of the hallway tables as I often am loaded down with ten million kid-related bags when walking through the front door, so I sort of toss the keys as I walk in, so my hands are free to drop bags and wrestle kids into the appropriate places (bathroom, bedroom, whatever). When I didn’t see them in the usual places, I asked JavaDad to help me expand the search, and he headed off to the kitchen to look. We looked high and low — looked by my computer, looked in toy bins in case a certain 2.5-year-old had gotten ahold of them — we looked ALL OVER.
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Yep, apparently it’s *that* time of year again! That time of year when I just can’t stand it one more minute… the dreaded Tupperware (and really, how much of it is actually Tupperware???) cabinet needs cleaning out. I’ve opened that stupid cabinet door just to have things come tumbling out one too many times.
Such is my glamorous life these days. You can’t just re-arrange the Tupperware cabinet. Because when you start there, you realize that every cabinet in your kitchen is wrong, all wrong. And next thing you know, there you are, giving your kitchen an extreme makeover.
So on Friday — our big “unstructured day” where the kids have no school, no classes, no playgroups, etc. I apparently decided to get the cleaning bug — a rare virus around this house. I kept tossing art project after art project out at the kids as they looked at me with concern in their eyes. JavaGirl, age 2.5, almost looked as if she wanted to ask her brother, “Dude, what’s up with Mom? Do you know how to dial that phone thingie to call Daddy at Work,” (Work being this mysterious place Daddy goes to), “because I’m not sure Mommy is okay. What’s this cleaning thing she’s doing? Mommy usually doesn’t let me have art supplies all day long!”
Meanwhile, I was reassessing some of our life choices as I went through each cabinet. Seriously, where in the world did those three hot pink PLASTIC daquiri glasses come from and why were they cluttering up my glasses cabinet?
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