Blog Pourri: June 2007

the day off that actually means less

Why is it when the husband gets a day off work due to a holiday, that it actually leaves the wife less time to herself?

twice bit

From yesterday #1:

Playing with the kids, a lot, it was a kind of hang around the house day, and the constant noise, chatter, noise, chatter, that usually means everything to me, was actually getting to me. I even said it out loud, which is completely unfair to the children, but I said, "Come on guys, can we try to be a little more quiet? The noise is kind of getting to me today."

The response I got from Ben was, "So Mom, then why did you have children?"

Bit. In the ass.

From yesterday #2:

We did end up getting organized enough to go out and accomplish a few errands. We were all set to go, and I called to Trevor for the second time to please come along.

The response I got from from Trevor was, "Mom, it takes paishunce you know, lots of paishunce."

Again. In the ass.

R.I.P.

Seepher

1991-2007

We went though so much together.

Lived in 3 major cities.

6 residences.

2 marriages.

1 dog.

2 babies.

3 fish.

16 and a half years.

5709 days.

Sure she puked on my rugs as many times and she was with me in days, made a mess of her food and her litter was everywhere. She would bite my ankles and lick the icing of my cupcakes.

She was also the best little cuddler, purred full of love and made me smile.

Have a nice sleep Seepher. A nice peaceful long sleep. I will miss you.

I bought both.

Based on all of your answers, I guess it really wasn't as big of a deal that I thought it may be.

It wasn't a big deal to me either. I never hesitated. Bought 'em both, have been wearing both. Easy peasy.

the shoeshop redemption

The boys and I are out doing errands this morning. Lately they have been the best shopping buddies, we have fun. Anyway, today is Mommy's turn to get a pair of shoes. We enter the large box-like shoe store, and almost right away I see something that would suffice what I am looking for.

A pair of flip flops, but a little grown up (no primary colours) brown with sparkles and such, not a high quality brand, nor wise purchase. They cost $19.99. Ben likes them.

We poke around some more and I see another pair of leather slip-on sandals, by a very reputable brand which I know do not hurt my feet, nor my ailing knees or hip. They are brown, tremendously comfortable, look good (to me) and would be a most sensible purchase. They cost $79.99. Ben likes them.

I decide to make the more expensive, sensible purchase. Note: read I decide. Me. Moi. They are my feet, no?

When Ben realizes I am not buying the sparkly flip flops, he is heart broken. He thought I was buying both pairs. I explained to him that there is no need to buy two pairs, it really isn't very practical, and why I think the more comfortable shoes that will last years longer are my choice.

He is genuinely heart broken, hugging the $19.99 box which he has been carrying around for me. He is getting that quivering chin, water eyes look, "But Mommy, these ones are so beautiful on your toes."

Sigh. I did ask for their help. That was part of the bargain. Hmmm....I am standing there, as though this decision is really important, borderline life altering. But hey - we ARE talking about shoes here people. Yet, my son is near tears. What to do....what to do?

What would you do? What did I do? You be the judge.

hotness

I was taking a photo of my window sill for no real reason, and then I noticed the little thermometer thingy in the botom right corner. We have a remote outside, so the top reading is the inside and the bottom reading is the outside...a little on the warm side today, you think?