Keep’n It Real

Thursday November 12, 2009

Today was a good day, a productive day, but it was one of those days.

It was cold, yucky, and no one wanted to curl up and take a nap, except me.

It started in the morning.  Adam has a lovey, “Lammie”.  He sleeps with it day or night, or he doesn’t sleep at all.   I dread the day we lose Lammie.   It has gotten beyond ratty so I decided to throw it in the wash this morning after he got up, so it would be clean and dry by nap time.   I took it when he was getting dressed by Daddy so he wouldn’t notice its absence.

A little later in the morning, I hear Adam crying “Lammie, Lammie!” and I can tell he and big brother Sam are fighting over something.  I round the corner and look down and wonder aloud why the floor is wet.   Then I look up and see the two boys fighting over one wet Lammie.   Apparently, when I put it in our front loader wsher, I didn’t close the bi-fold doors and he saw Lammie in the wash.   He then figured out how to press the cancel button long enough to stop the cycle and opened the door to retrieve his beloved Lammie.

He reluctantly allowed me to give Lammie “a bath” and I went about cleaning up the puddles all over the second floor (where the washer is) down to the downstairs family room.   It’s a good thing I love that kid  — he can make a mess faster than  you can sneeze.

From there, our day followed it’s usual pattern:  bus stop, preschool drop-off, etc.  In the course of the morning, I managed to splatter my sweater with chicken juice and let Adam play with the spice jar we just bought.  He thought it was a great shaker and I thought nothing of it, until he dropped it on the concrete basement floor and the glass broke, sending poppy seeds and glass shards everywhere.

On top of all of this, I am *still* ridiculously sore from a workout two days ago – one that my Crossfit fanatic husband suggested for me (15 lunges, 10 push-up, 15 sit-ups – repeat for 20 minutes).   Lowering myself to sit on the “throne” is painful.   Coughing reminds me of my under-used, over-exterted abdominal muscles, etc. etc.

Despite all the chaos and daily doses of insanity, it was a good day.  I managed to make chicken noodle soup from scratch AND another round of bagels (I was still jonsing for them).   And at dinner, only one of three children complained about the mushroom content of the soup.   Homemade soup, followed by Trader Joe’s chocolate pudding was a pretty good way to end the day.

Life can be real crazy, but it is also real good.

[pie left]




Visit I Should be Folding Laundry to see other examples of “Real Life“.

Tags: ,

3 Responses to Keep’n It Real

  1. 1
    Sara Joy says:

    Real crazy = Real life = Real good. So true. Adorable pics, between the striped jammies and the Lammie it’s impossible not to smile. 🙂

  2. 2

    Oh my gosh I just LOVE his jammies! How sweet. I am stopping over from You Capture today. I am glad Lammy got a bath! Despite your sons best efforts to have him escape : )

  3. 3
    Renee says:

    I would love your soup recipe.

    Last year when Lydia was Adam’s age, giving her lovey blanket a bath was an ordeal. She would stand outside the laudry room and cry for her blanket. Thankfully, she couldn’t get out of the washer. She handles the lovey bath a lot better now.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


View My Recipes On

Chowstalker Badge