The main source of my chaos...

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Sock Drama - Don't Fall For It!!

There comes a time in your life when you realize that you can’t worry about everything.  Some things just aren’t important enough to warrant causing you stress. You know what they say– Don’t sweat the small stuff.  Pick your battles.  Etc, etc. 
A perfect example of this… matching socks.

Several years ago I found myself actually throwing socks away because I couldn’t find the match.  I thought to myself… There HAS to be a better way.  My first idea was to invent disposable socks.  I was thinking you could just wear them, and then step in the shower at night at they’d dissolve right down the drain.  Then I realized that some people have really sweaty feet and it would be bad if your socks dissolved in your shoe, so I went on to idea #2.    

Idea #2 - Just don’t wear watching socks.  Where in the Manual of Life does it say that you have to match them?  What’s the big deal… nobody sees them.  Who cares if one is lime green and the other is purple.  Now, I realize I’ve already lost a few of my OCD readers.  And being married to someone with OCD, I can tell you that HIS socks do match.  But contrary to what you may think, my children don’t seem the least bit traumatized by this.  The only little bump in the road was the first time they came home with a note announcing “Crazy Sock Day”.  Uh oh.  I did what any good mother would do…. I ran out and bought MATCHING socks.  I know…the craziness is out of control. 
Stop and think about it.  Would throwing out the whole Oh-My-Gosh-Where-Is-The-Match-To-This-Sock scenario simplify your life??  If so, I urge you to consider my way of thinking.  You can do this.  Be strong.  Don't let socks control your life any longer.  Be the first in your circle of friends to declare independence from sock drama.  
I'm here if you need me. 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

The Adventures of Yuri and Gigi

As I have told y’all before, Baby A is just not the best sleeper.  She’s doing really good these days sleeping at night, but naps are still hard work.  To get her down for a nap, I have to perform a series of actions that include sitting in the same spot, holding her in a certain position, and nobody except me and her can be in the room.  Sigh.  I know, I know. She’s a baby and she shouldn’t get to make the rules, but you try telling her that.  She really doesn’t say many words, but she rules our household by pointing and grunting. 
So, when it’s naptime for Baby A, I send Yuri and Gigi to their bedroom and threaten them.  I tell them NOT to open the door that separates the den from the bedrooms.  I tell them they don’t have to nap-- they occasionally DO, but not usually.  They can watch a movie, color, draw, play baby dolls… whatever they want… but don’t come into the den.  I believe it was the “whatever they want” that backfired on me yesterday.
I got the baby down for her nap and opened the hallway door to check on the girls.  Gigi met me head-on, and I immediately had two thoughts –
(1) She did something, and (2) She smells like outside.  (If you have children, you clearly know what “outside” smells like.)
ME:             What are….?
(at which point, she interrupts me)
GIGI:          Me and Yuri have been jumping on the trampoline.
ME:             What???
GIGI:          Yep, we wanted to go outside and you said not to come in the den, so we climbed out our window.
Indeed.  They opened their window, climbed out, jumped on the trampoline, and then crawled back inside. 
Here’s my question –
Do you think they were being sweet, considerate big sisters who didn’t want to disturb Baby A’s nap?
Or do you think they were being sneaky, rotten, little monsters who KNEW BETTER and should be severely punished?
Warning: Objects in the picture are meaner than they appear. 


Monday, April 1, 2013

Meet our new additions...

Guess what?!?! 

DHR called....

Meet the new (temporary) members of the Garnett family -




I might be crazy, y'all, but I ain't THAT crazy!!!!