Is It Naptime Yet

I received information on the play and how to get tickets, but since it’s late and I’m paranoid, if you want information on going to the play and I don’t have your e-mail, leave a comment and I’ll e-mail you.

I know I’ve already given out plenty of information that any strange person can find out where the play is and come see us, but I just can’t give out the direct information here.

I guess blogging late at night since I took a nap at 8:30 pm makes me paranoid.

It doesn’t help that my child just said “who is it?” in her sleep either.

I should blog about Earth Day and what we did yesterday, but then I’d have to edit some photos and maybe try to be cute in my writing, though I really feel my blog writing has been in the minimal mode. I write what I have to because I have so many other things to think about and they’re mostly play or kid related.

Our house has been a slight disaster area lately. Things have just been piling up and I haven’t been very good at unpiling anything. ( I like to make up words.)

As a peace offering to Jon I’ve cleaned part of the house. It needed to be done, but I really did it for him, and slightly for me since the chaos does not help this stressful time. I hope he knows I love him and appreciate all the daddysitting time he’s been doing so Lilah and I can be apart of the play. It’s been difficult for him to find study time and finals and presentations are upon him.

I really appreciate all you do Babe and am so grateful that you don’t mind digging for your socks because I’ve been to busy to match them, when you did have some matched but hadn’t realized I put them away, and it’s so normal for you to have to find your socks that even I was surprised there were some in your drawer.

I also know that I’m going to be neck deep in sewing so I figure it’s nice to have a small memory of what our clean floors and bathrooms look like. Since our floors and house will be full of Winkie costumes for the next few weeks, or however long it takes to make them.

There’s still plenty to clean and do, but there always is, and at least the floors are presentable and our bathrooms are free from hair on the toilet.

My week went by to fast. I think I’ve done things, like I began sewing and almost finished one of Lilah’s costumes for the play, but then the elastic was to thick so I had to buy some today and it’s too thin, but will work for it’s intended purpose.

I’ve also met up with old friends and had and afternoon in the park, which has not helped Eden or my allergies.

Now I’m killing time, since I don’t want to sew the elastic in and I need to work on my lesson a little more and we’re dying Easter Eggs tonight. Lilah is so excited about that. She’s been counting down the days till Easter and until we dyed eggs. Note: next year buy the dye on the intended day otherwise your daughter will carry it everywhere and keep asking if today is the day we’re going to dye eggs.

I know this is a random post, but it’s just to check in and say the week has gone too fast and I still have so much to do before it ends tomorrow.

Not that I’ve been cleaning all day, just part of it, but apparently Spring cleaning in my book means to clean inside of shelves and places where you see no immediate benefit or change, unless you’re me, and it makes a big mess by your door because that’s where the pile of stuff you don’t need is. And it means you clean the top of your fridge, also a place where no one looks.

I think I’ll go wash some dishes so I can have an empty sink and feel like I’ve accomplished something.

Maybe by the end of the week my floors will be mopped, but maybe not.

I’m not really a spring cleaner, but usually once a year, or twice since I should be doing this more regularly, I clean out our junk and decide what to get rid of. Some things are easy like the sprouts seeds that are really old and an old fire alarm that I’m not sure where it came from. Those are two things Jon found while he was putting a tupperware away yesterday and I was holding onto them, though the sprouts I know I was holding onto for him. While up on a the stool Jon also saw how yucky it was on top of our fridge. I guess I’ll have to organize and clean this spring. One reason for the organizing is I have two months to figure out what to do with the stuff on the top bunk. Lilah turns six in two months and we have no where to put the stuff up there and we said she could start sleeping up there when she’s six, so I need to get rid of things and make space to put more stuff in our already cramped closets. It’s fun. Real fun.

One thing that I’ve sadly realized we can and should get rid of is the infant car seat. It’s usable till 2011, but sadly that will probably be the year we begin trying again, unless an accident happens. Car seats have changed a lot since we bought this one. They now have a cool strap that you can adjust to the baby while it’s in it, rather than trying to strap your child in with a sweater and realizing you need to loosen it, or you’ve been strapping her in with a sweater and now you need to tighten it. In some ways I’m so happy that I can get rid of the car seat. It’s the biggest and most awkward of all the things on the top bunk. In other ways I’m extremely sad knowing that we won’t be having a baby before 2011. I’m also not sure if I can craigslist it or not. It’s still perfectly good and I’d sell it for very little if not just give it away. I’m just not sure what to do and if someone can use it secondhand.

Other things I think I’ll get rid of. A glass cutting board from Chicago cutlery, glasses with gold rims that I thought I’d keep for my nice dinnerware, I’m just not sure if I like them that much and if they’re worth keeping since I think I’d like some sort of stem ware for my nice dinnerware. A toastmaster too. I have used it once this year, but only because I was making grilled cheese and my frying pans were dirty. We also have two computers. Though one is our old one and I think should just be tossed and the other one is a computer Jon’s co-worker was putting together but didn’t finish, or something.

Now I just have to find a place to put all this stuff before I figure out where to take it or if I want to sell it.

Spring cleaning. So fun.

I know my life is so exciting that I’ve already done 4 posts in one day, but this is the last one because I think it’s fun, or you might get a kick out of my big head.

Lilah fell asleep for the last half hour of Little Buddha and wanted to finish watching it today before I mailed it off. I didn’t have time till it was 2 and I wanted to watch it with her in case she had any questions or comments on what went on. I thought putting it in the mail at 2:30 would be fine because our mailman, or lady depending on the day of the week, comes between 2-5 pm, though usually not until 3 at the earliest. I got our Netflix together and the Neilson’s TV survey we had just finished and walked over to my mailbox to mail them. As I was approaching the mailbox I heard a horn honk, and even though I’m not exactly looking hot in my yoga pants and pink t-shirt and I haven’t been honked at in like 10 years, I thought it was just some random car honking as they went by and then I realized the car had pulled up behind me. I looked and it was my mail lady. She had already come but saw me heading to the mail box and was willing to take the mail I needed to be mailed. The Neilson’s survey was not saved, but already in the box, but I was able to save the Netflix which means we should have one for Saturday rather than Monday. I just love my mail lady and maybe I’ll pay more attention to who honks at me next time, though I’m not sure it’s gonna happen again anytime soon. 😉

Anna said she knew my lost ring was an April Fool’s joke when I posted more than one post in a day. Obviously, she must not keep track that I do more than one post in a day at times. 😉 Like today on a day when I have my brain slowly leaking from my nose. OK, my brain is not leaking from my nose, but other things are and my head aches from the sinus pressure and I have a sore throat from  having to breath with my mouth open all night long. My friend Beth says I should try some claritan or seasonal allergy medicine. I really want to but I don’t have any at home and the thought of going outside is still daunting. It’s not so windy today but the allergy levels are still high and I need to go so many places that if I visit one store I’ll probably buy everything I need and waste some money.

Plus Lilah has a runny nose her cough still sounds terrible and even though it sounds a little better, since I know what it use to sound like, it still sounds like death is in her chest, plus she’s coughing more frequently today. She has practice tonight so my only goal for the day is to attend that and take a shower. Preferably  I’ll take the shower before we go to practice.

We wanted to go camping this weekend as a little family but an overnighter is not in our forecast. A day hike will have to do and maybe being out of the city will help our allergies.

Note to Andrea and Brien: You must go camping with us when you visit next or the girls will be very disappointed since we’re not able to go as a family this weekend and that’s my only other weekend off from play practice.

So I’m not one of those women who constantly wear their wedding ring. I take it off and if I’m at home it’s not on my finger 90% of the time. I just find it to be annoying since I hate washing dishes, cleaning, or lying down with it on my finger, and those are things I’m doing everyday if I’m at home. I also feel that they bang it up and I like for my ring to stay somewhat nice looking and shiny after we get it checked out and cleaned every six months with our ESP plan.

Anyways. I can’t find my wedding ring anywhere in my house. It’s not in my jewelery box or in the kitchen. The two places I take it off and put it down. I’ve also check every horizontal surface.

Last night I wore it to the Wizard of Oz practice and then to Target. Eden had to use the bathroom while we were at Target and since I like to dry my finger and ring off after I wash my hands I think I may have placed it on the sink and then got distracted by Eden since she decided to spray water everywhere with the low sink in the bathroom. It was wonderful and very uncharacteristic of her.

I hope I didn’t leave it there.

I need to go grocery shopping. Jon’s out of milk, my idea’s for dinner are depleting and I need to hit three stores since we’re also almost out of bread and cereal, but Trader Joe’s will have to wait and we’ll have to have mac and cheese for a day at least. (In an effort to stay withing budget I haven’t been shopping in two weeks. Darn those Costco annual membership fee’s.)

The problem is it’s windy. Like so windy and Lilah is still getting over a nasty cough. Like she’s coughing up a lung every time she coughs, and I was feeling sick the past couple days, so going out in the wind is not appealing when I know it will aggravate our conditions.  Plus today is the day I should go shopping because I need it done by tomorrow night and tomorrow is kinda busy.

I really hate the wind. Maybe it will die down and I can go tonight.

As a child getting dressed each Sunday for church, I knew three specific rules to Sabbath day apparel. My mother taught me these three rules and I knew that they were very important.

The first rule was you must always wear a slip under any dress or skirt.

I’ve never deviated from this rule. I wore slips when I was five and I’ll wear them till I die. I have vivid memories of seeing woman in lovely flowing dresses standing directly in front of the glass chapel doors as the afternoon light came in and I could outline every curve of their body. I thought why didn’t this smart woman wear a slip with an obviously see through fabric? It seemed so obvious that she needed one. I didn’t want that happening to me and so slips are a required piece of clothing if I’m wearing a dress, no matter how heavy the fabric is I wear a slip, and if it’s a light  fabric I may even wear two. My girls have never worn slips, but that’s more because I can’t find them for them and I make sure they wear shorts under their dresses, which at this age I think is much more necessary than a slip.

The second rule was you must always wear tights, nylons, or socks. Bare feet were not allowed.

One thing you must understand is my mother wears nylons everyday of her life.
Everyday.
Even if she’s wearing pants, even if she’s wearing jeans with tennis shoes, she wears nylons. As the youngest of four girls I saw nylons as a right of passage into my teenage years. I was no longer a child once I began wearing nylons so I embraced adolescence whole heart with the skin toned nylons that in my mind made me a young lady. As a twelve year old I felt so grown up wearing nylons and I wore them each Sunday until I got a little older and then had the desire to wear shoes that went in between my toes to church, not flip flops but they might has well have been, in which not wearing flip flips to church could also be added to my list, but I’ll just fit it in here because the mere requirement of something covering your feet or legs does not allow you to wear shoes that go between your toes. I’m not sure what age I abandoned this rule of always wearing nylons to church, but I was around 15 or 16. I do not wear nylons with shoes that show my toes but I must wear nylons with closed toed heels. So in one way it has stuck with me, in another way fashion won out since I rarely wear closed toed shoes except in the winter.

The last rule my mother enforced was one that I have never broken, at least until yesterday.

You must never wear denim to church.

Denim was seen as too casual of a clothing. Denim skirts or jumpers were not allowed and my mother would never buy us a jean skirt and never let us wear one to church. I know Andrea had/has a jean skirt, but I don’t remember if she ever wore it to church and she was in her 20’s when she bought it, so my mom couldn’t say much anyways. Denim is an everyday fabric, it’s not for the Sabbath day. That’s what’s been ingrained in me for many years and yesterday I broke that rule and I think I’m OK with it.

In an effort to change up my wardrobe a little I bought a denim looking skirt and wore it to church yesterday. I have never felt so casually dressed for church. After I put it on Jon made the comment that I was wearing denim to church, since he knows my mother’s rule and how I have followed it these 25 years, and I felt somewhat ashamed, but more because I have never approved of wearing denim to church, though I have let Lilah but it’s a dark, nice looking denim, and different for some reason. My skirt is more a regular skirt with denim printed fabric, so it’s not as casual as some denim skirts, but it’s still denim and while I like the skirt I felt very under dressed as a teacher yesterday. I will probably continue to wear the skirt to church just because it brings variety to my Sunday wardrobe and I’m not much of a skirt wearing kind of girl during the week.

I did wear my slip and closed toe shoes, but without any nylons, in which these are the first set of closed toe shoes that I do not wear nylons with also and I still have a hard time with it.

Old habits are just hard to break sometimes.

I must admit I want to do a poll on how many of you wear slips. I see it as a must, but I think the idea of wearing slips is fading.
When I was a senior in high school I went to Conference with the other youth and youth leaders in our ward and I had to buy a slip once I realized that I had forgotten it and the others girls thought I was silly for needing one so badly, but I just couldn’t wear my dress without one.