Archive for the household chores Tag

Life Lesson: The DUMBEST Argument EVER!

I think it’s well established that I’m a little um particular about things. . . Ok. . . You got me.  I’m a type-A, control freak. . . And I’d probably be a perfectionist too if I weren’t so damned lazy.  . . Anyway, I am.  I just am.  This is what I do.  . . And I like to
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Keeping Perspective: Is that. . .A TURD?

Apologies for flaking yesterday.  I got awake at 4:30 all cranked on ripping the stuff out of our upper kitchen cabinets and cleaning them really well and re-organizing them. Mac has now graduated to outsmarting-the-childproofing on the kitchen DRAWERS too so anything that could pose a danger there needs to be relocated. . .Where do you hide your knives?!  I’m
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How I Know I’m NOT The Maid

We are once again preparing to go on a little trip. BUT this time it’s ON!  It’s ON!  Room service.  In a waterfront room.  With an awesome indoor pool and towel service!!!! Please pause for the sweet sound of angels singing. . . I’m GETTING A PROPER VACATION!!!!!! Even though I tell myself not to get all amped up about
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Is It Possible to Baby-Proof My Judgment?

I think we all know by now, my parenting expertise has been gleaned from Dr. Sears, keeping a few domesticated animals alive, and perhaps occasionally The Deadliest Catch. The first 6, 8, 10 months with the kid haven’t been too taxing despite my cluelessness.  Mac has a generally pleasant demeanor and I’ve been able to essentially indulge his every need
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Holiday FREAKING Cheer and a Give Away!

Sorry I’ve been MIA lately.  It’s just that I’ve been so busy!  Apparently the holidays are kinda a big deal when you have a little one.  I’ve been sewing and painting and decorating.    Plus drinking like a sailor on shore leave, reading magazines, and watching NCIS marathons.  Additionally, I have very little comedic bitching to do.  Since I’ve basically
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You Know What I Just Can’t Finish?

A fucking thing!!!! There must be 24 projects/to-do’s half started, half assed, waiting. . .waiting. . .waiting.  I have never been more distracted or more interrupted in all my life.  Sure, the kid is contributing to this chaos but I also have myself to blame. If I could only figure out how to sew, paint, or write while standing, bouncing
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If You Suspect I’m too Hard On My Husband, You’re Probably Correct. That Still Won’t Stop This Rant

My Husband is genuinely a great guy and he’s really helpful too. Most of the time. And the few times when I find him less than helpful?  I feel compelled to be a bitch about it. I am aware our marriage and parenting is a partnership and there will seldom be a time when the division of our labor is
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