Wishing I had time to Blog…

Not sure if I should be happy or sad that I am not the only one who finds her/himself  wishing I had time to get the thoughts in my head onto the screen … http://cindis.blogspot.com/2010/10/ive-won-award.html

Maybe someday technology (and/or Big Brother) will find a way to allow us to really download everything floating around up there.

I could use a good Brain Dump/ fDisk…

Published in: on October 14, 2010 at 9:27 pm  Leave a Comment  

Time out for Mommy!

So if the accepted rule is 1 minute per year of age, does that mean I now get almost 40 minutes completely alone!

And if I don’t comply (even if its not of my own volition) do extra minutes get added?

Oh, how nice this would be… as opposed to hiding in my bedroom waiting for the screaming to start!
I know nothing about the quality of the wine, but the label gets 2 thumbs up from me!

Published in: on August 25, 2010 at 11:54 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Tu B’Av – Better Late than Never?

Immahlady tagged me in the Tu B’Av Love Song Meme and now that this little known Jewish Holiday is behind us and we are all in the midst of preparing for a very well-known one, I finally get this post from Draft to Published, finished or not.

For those, like myself, who were not aware of Tu B’Av; the 15th of Av, it is a Jewish “Love” day, interestingly coming less than a week after one of the saddest days in our calendar. Thank you to  Homeshuling for starting this challenge and bringing this chag more to the forefront.  I apologize for not continuing the tagging, but everyone else is in yontiv prep mode and I refuse to contribute to anyone else’s procrastination; I barely want to be responsible for my own!

So, after all that explanation, what is my favorite Jewish Love song?

I knew the answer before I finished the question… My Zeidy by Megama

The actual song starts at 1:20 after an introduction about Israel.

As you can tell by the title, it’s not about mushy love, or even a man and a woman, but rather the kind of love I hope my husband and I instill in our children and our children’s children…so that someday, when they are listening to it for the 100th time,  it still generates a tear.

Published in: on August 25, 2010 at 9:55 am  Leave a Comment  
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Quick Quips

An explanation Or…If I wait till I get time to sit and write a full post, I may never post again!

It has been far too long since I have had the time, energy, patience, etc to sit and blog.

I’ve had lots of thoughts for posts (especially at 3am when I can barely even pick up a pencil to jot them down), and even have quite a few started. Nonetheless, there have been no postings.  School starts in less than a week (panic, cheers, all of the above!)  and I am afraid to predict if things will calm down or get more hectic.

So, after having a “I HAVE to blog about this moment*” interrupted by children’s shenanigans, which could very well be another “I HAVE to blog about this moment”, I have had this epiphany…and Quick Quips was born….            *- Thank you Ima2Seven for helping me to see unpleasant things in a new light!

So, someday I will get to write the long posts I long (no pun intended) to write, but at least for now, I won’t feel like this space has been abandoned!

Published in: on August 25, 2010 at 9:03 am  Leave a Comment  
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Rantings of a MAD Messie Woman!

I don’t know which is worse…
the fact that I have to write this post
or
that this is my 4th attempt this morning to do so!

But how and why life (including those of 3 children) gets in the way of living is for another day…

I am a “Messie”.  For any of you that have read ‘How Not to Be a Messie’, you will understand… I have read, re-read, misplaced, found, read, etc it and other self-help books on the subject for years.  I’ve mastered the first step – admitting I have a problem, and have even realized that self-help is not what I need. Thus enters into our lives the cleaning woman.

About a month before Pesach, I decided that hiring someone to do what I can’t/won’t was well worth it.  I found someone who would not run away at first glance at the chaotic state of my house.  I went from room to room before and/or after her moving things and, at the end of the day, I had a much cleaner and more organized house.  (And some boxes of stuff to go through that got piled on top of the boxes made back in November when we got the house ready for kid birthday parties! – gee forgot about those!)

So, Pesach came and family and friends were impressed.  My husband and I felt so much better – the house was no longer someplace we dreaded being.  It still wasn’t perfect, but we had definitely taken steps in the right direction and could continue to progress.

A few weeks of no cleaning woman and we slipped back into old habits. So this past week, I spent two days (at least the 3 hours while baby napped) getting ready for the return of the cleaning woman.  After some confusion and a no-show day, Thursday was began with the sights and smells of cleaning.  I admit there were still more things out than should be. Visions of my parents throwing all the papers in the house into paper bags in the pantry the night before the cleaning woman arrived ran through my mind.  I did the best I could – strategically left empty boxes for her to use to corral all the items that don’t belong.

So she comes, she cleans, she leaves.  I see shining countertops (she followed my instructions on what cleaner to use so the granite isn’t hazy) – yeah! and cobwebs – Not yeah!  Perhaps she forgot how to get the hose out of the vacuum – Love the Dyson but it’s design is different from most vacuums.  Okay, I can deal – I’ll make a note to show her.

Then comes the fun game of playing hide and seek – looking for things that we can’t find.  Nothing is in the boxes I left.  Where could my daughter’s calendar, the case to the library’s DVD, the baby’s clothes I left soaking in the sink be?

Don’t know why, but as I left the house on Friday afternoon, a little voice in my head said “look in the garbage!” While I don’t always listen to the voices in my head, when they say something that seems bizarre, I have to oblige.  So there I am, sitting on the grass, going through my own garbage – luckily the neighbors weren’t around.  Luckily (for me, but not the cleaning woman), I found 3 books, 6 socks – 2 new, 7 baby toys and 2 linen placemats – all clearly not dirty and not destined for the garbage.  I have tried to figure out why she threw them out and just can’t come up with a reason!  Any suggestions?

I still have one bag to go through before Garbage Day and am wondering if any other missing things have made their way to the landfill in this fashion. On top of it, I spent sometime this afternoon looking in the garage for some other missing items.  I found a bag from who knows when whose contents included: an empty bottle of cleaner, a nearly full can of glass cleaner, 3 half rolls of toilet paper, a handful of pony-tail holders, half a dozen wash-clothes, some wadded up tissues, and rags.  Is this things for me to go through? Why then are there obvious trash items?  Is this garbage? Why then is it in the garage and including obvious non-trash items?

So, as I muse about having to buy more wash-clothes last month, knowing that we mush have had more, I decide that the good that comes from having the cleaning woman clean may not be outweighing the bad of me having to take the time to find things as well as put things back where they belong when moved for no apparent reason.  Should I give her the benefit of the doubt? Ask her what she was thinking? Am I just too nice of a person? My dear friend (and voice of reason)‘s response was that ‘Someone mediocre is better than someone who lies and throws your stuff away!’

I realize we have too many things, I’m working on paring down – really I am! Maybe it’s partly my fault – if we didn’t have so much, everything would have a place and be there?  So with renewed energy, I return to the garage and fill a bag with things to donate and another of things to throw out.

And there under something, not even on top or out in the open, I find a small bag with the baby’s clothes I had left soaking.  Not with the bedlinens or towels she brought down – that would have made sense. Not left back in the sink after being cleaned, nor hanging on the shower curtain rod – those two would have made sense! No, they are in a small plastic bag, still wet and now MOLDY!  So, instead of washing them to get the marker and food off them, I am soaking them in vinegar but realizing that they will probably be headed to the garbage and we will be out 3 new outfits…
and a cleaning woman!

Published in: on May 16, 2010 at 6:57 pm  Leave a Comment  
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Is Mother’s Day really for Mothers?


Less than a week till Mother’s Day – Let the negotiations and planning begin!

Had conversations today with the 2 mothers in my life, my mother and my mother-in-law, about plans for next Sunday.  Is my brother coming in?  Are we going out? Are we staying in? Are we all celebrating together? Is my family having to see each mother separately?  So many questions, so many details to work out…

During both conversations, I was asked “what did I want to do? After all, [I am] a mother too!” (Oh so that’s how you both became grandmothers!)  While I still believe that everyone is entitled to their special day, I have long ago given up on Mother’s Day being about me.  As a mom, it is my responsibility to coordinate everyone else’s efforts to celebrate me!  I shouldn’t have to make sure that my kids made a card and/or gift to give me. In prior years, we have gone out to brunch, lunch and dinner (not all in the same year!).  We have had BBQs at each of our homes (again, not all in one year!) And 2 years ago, I pushed my agenda and we had a kid-friendly picnic in the park. Last year child number 3 was 4 days old – don’t ask me what we did! Somewhere in the nurse, diaper, sleep, repeat cycle, there must have been food and grandparents, the kids probably made cards at school…

So, what do I want to do for My Mother’s Day this year? Have A DAY OFF! No cooking, no cleaning, no diapers, no whining… am I booking a day at the spa, checking out the latest double feature, celebrating the events that led to motherhood? No. I just want to enjoy what my house sounds like empty!  Is that so awful?  To celebrate being a mother by not being one for 8 hours? I’d even take 4!  If it weren’t for my kids, I wouldn’t be celebrating! But if I am making all the plans, am I really celebrating anyway?

Published in: on May 3, 2010 at 3:06 am  Leave a Comment  
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Hello world!

I’ve thought about blogging for quite a while now. It’s on one of my lists.  And of course, there are so many other things on those lists that I should be doing right now.  And yet, here I sit!  My head full of ideas, my fingers doing their own thing… and of course, I must give credit to that voice in my head screaming “What are you doing?” There’s cleaning to be done, food to be cooked, laundry that isn’t going to wash itself (of course, maybe that’s because no one ever left it long enough to see if it would really walk itself to the washing machine and jump in!) …You all know the drill, you’ve all heard the voice, haven’t you?  Does yours sound like your mother too?

While I would love the opportunity to sit here all day and put to paper (well, screen) all the ideas that have been in my head for months and ignore the fact that I am expected to have a family hagaddah suitable for use in just a few days, I will have to make that project my creative outlet for now and return later to explain why 3 is a magic number….

For now, Bob Dorough‘s explanation with have to do… Thank you Schoolhouse Rock – 3 is a Magic Number!

Three is a magic number,
Yes it is, it’s a magic number.
Somewhere in the ancient, mystic trinity
You get three as a magic number.

The past and the present and the future.
Faith and Hope and Charity,
The heart and the brain and the body
Give you three as a magic number.

It takes three legs to make a tri-pod
Or to make a table stand.
It takes three wheels to make a ve-hicle
Called a tricycle.

Every triangle has three corners,
Every triangle has three sides,
No more, no less.
You don’t have to guess.
When it’s three you can see
It’s a magic number.

A man and a woman had a little baby,
Yes, they did.
They had three in the family,
And that’s a magic number.

3-6-9, 12-15-18, 21-24-27, 30.
3-6-9, 12-15-18, 21-24-27, 30.
Multiply backwards from three times ten:

Three time ten is (30), three times nine is (27),
Three times eight is (24), three times seven is (21),
Three times six is (18), three times five is (15),
Three times four is twelve,
And three times three is nine, and three times two is six,
And three times one is three of course.

Now take the pattern once more:
Three! . . .3-6-9
Twelve! . . .12-15-18
Twenty-one!. . .21-24-27. . .30

Now multiply from 10 backwards:
Three time ten is (30 – Keep going), three times nine is (27),
Three times eight is (24), three times seven is (21),
Three times six is (18), three times five is (15),
Three times four is twelve,
And three times three is nine, and three times two is six,
And three times one…
What is it?!
Three!
Yeah, That’s a magic number.

A man and a woman had a little baby.
Yes, they did.
They had three in the family.
That’s a magic number.

Published in: on March 26, 2010 at 3:41 pm  Comments (1)  
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