Off the cuff...

No, this isn't a post about hemming pants.
though, being short, I probably could talk about that -- but I won't.

I've not posted in a while because I was writing something fictional. Which surprised me and turned out to be way more fun than writing about real life. Because well -- real life involved fractured elbows.

So I'm here to remind you that I'm alive and slowly making the rounds of my bloggy friends to catch up on what you're doing. AND trying to catch up on laundry.

I've figured something out over this last week -- or so. However long it took me to download my story from my brain. So -- to catch up, I thought I'd share.

What I figured out - I am totally dependent on BOTH of The Professor's elbows.
Because BOTH of his hands are necessary for this house to run smooothly when I'm in writing mode.

Snort. Who am I kidding?

They're needed ALL THE TIME.
To the women who have to do it all -- I'm really, really sorry.
I've had to do all the dishes. All the laundry. Even all the food cutting for dinner time.
Not to mention the OTHER stuff that .... well... involves cats. Buttons. Shoe laces.
The Professor's elbow is much better (thank you for asking) but it's still on a carefree - no stress restriction.

So after coming out of the writing mode... (Which included telling my invisible friends goodbye)
 .... looking around the house....my first reaction was, "Wow. This is an unholy mess of a mess."

It didn't help that the laundry baskets had been used to nap on by a creative Bubbles.
Or that,  well, I'll be honest here. If the dog or a sibling drops something on the floor, no other sibling will pick it up.

Though, some sweet moments have come from The Professor's elbow issues.
Mini-Me has stepped up to be very helpful.
G-man had some tough days at first. He was actually WORRIED about The Professor and acted out. Telling my mom "no" in rebellion.
The other kids ask about it - but don't go very deep.

We'll all be glad when the elbow released back to active duty.

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We had to have the toilet replaced.
The kids liked the plumber. He answered their questions.
ALL of their questions.

J-man announced to me "Mom! I was nice to our new potty. It's cute."
He's right - but other than slamming the toilet seat down - I don't remember him being mean to the other one.

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Mini-Me got put out with her brothers because they weren't playing with her. They were busy putting poppers on the counter and watching them spring up. We were at the doctor's office today for Bubble's four- year check up.

So to help make life better for her. I gave her my little MP3 player to listen to. It's a Sansa Clip. Little thing. Filled with random music. I found the Beatles' Help album and turned it on for her. She listened and has decided she wanted an MP3 player.

Her birthday isn't for some time yet.

And while I like the Clip...it's small and can't be expanded (There's no card slot). So being selfish, I went looking for an upgrade for ME. I found one in the Sansa Fuze. So I ordered it, letting MIni-Me know she could have the Clip.  AFTER my new one came.

Mini-Me asked if we could add more music to the MP3 player that is destined for her. Sure!! Why not.
So we loaded some songs for her. We loaded Sandra Boynton's Philadelphia Chickens and Blue Moo. Then She asked... SHE ASKED for Project's Winter in June to be added.

Be Still my heart.

And this collection of Indian music we found at Barnes and Noble.

At times... I just adore my kids more than other times. Like those times when I merely tolerate them.
Like Saturday when there was break from the bickering or bossing or b.....you get the idea.

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I love friends who are willing to go on experiments with you. (Like reading stuff you've written)
(Which makes you all rocking - just for reading THIS!)

and awesome friends who tell you things that you need to hear.

Like the time I told someone: I'm becoming a cat person.
and my friend said "you already were"


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I'll get off the cuff now.
I'm taking the Professor on a date tomorrow night.
Gotta find some place elbow friendly to take him.