The Good & The Bad & The Worst

The Good
Fun morning at the library with sassy daughter who actually played on the computer (which meant I could sit and read for once):


Gave me goofy faces when I asked for pictures:


Looked sweet on the funky green leather bench:


And learned how to check out her own books at the self-check-out area:


More Good:
Took the kiddo's to the open swim at our local pool and didn't have to hold, catch, or coax anyone into swimming. If only I had enrolled them into lessons sooner I could have saves my arms the agony and bruises from last summers adventures in jumping off the dock into mommy's arms over and over and over. . . (you get the idea).

The Bad
No heat in the bedroom. This is so typically annoying. When we first bought our house DH decided the filters in the furnace needed cleaning but procrastinated past the warm summer months and then determined the job could not be put off any longer (why I have no idea) and so we had no heat for a week in the dead of winter while we waited for the filters to dry (again, why it takes a week I have no idea). I thought my massive amount of whining and complaining during the first episode would have deterred him from doing this again but apparently it wasn't annoying enough because here we are without heat in our bedroom. This morning it was a toasty 55 degrees until mid-afternoon when it got up to 59 degrees (can you feel the warmth?). Apparently the excuse this time is that he needed to remove the old filter to take it to the store to buy the new one (because he couldn't remember and wasn't able to write down what size filter to get????) and then kept forgetting the filter at home. Luckily the furnace that heats our bedroom only heats our bedroom and a spare bedroom so it is not that noticeable - unless of course I want to take a shower or change my clothes which is deceiving as I dress for the chill of that room and then sweat in other normally heated areas of the house.

More Bad
After swimming I was searching the internet for a Yam recipe (because I have all these wonderful yams we need to eat from our local organic farm fresh fruit & veggie delivery) and I heard the vacuum go on in our family room. Instant panic!

A month ago my DS made a huge mess in the family room when he decided to throw some yummy cereal all over the floor. Being a newly responsible kid he got out my new vacuum and was cleaning up the evidence. I was so proud of his taking responsibility for his mess that I didn't even yell about the waste of food. It was a few minutes later that DH arrived home and asked about the burnt rubber smell. It was a quandary until he saw the sparks flying out of the vacuum. Upon interrogation of our DS it was revealed that he had sucked up cereal out of the toilet bowl as well as the water in it thus ruining my new vacuum. My FIL being retired and having too much time on his hands took the vacuum to be repaired only to be told it wasn't going to happen so, bless his kind heart and now much lighter wallet, bought me another vacuum.

Isn't she beautiful - and all the attachments aren't even pictured! (like the extension hoses that are currently being used as "guns" by DS)


Fast forward back to this afternoon and my record setting pace to get to the living room to see why the vacuum was being used - ah yes, this time the items spread about the living room were sunflower seeds. Once again our responsible DS was taking care to remove all evidence, before DH came home, and didn't go near the toilet (hurray!). Being the super smart boy that he is he engaged his sister in the chore of actually cleaning up his mess by giving it the appearance of being fun and thus she did all the work.



(Let's get Mommy!)


Is it possible to even have a "normal" childhood without trying this at least once?


The Worst
(WARNING- Image ahead is not for the faint of heart or easily creeped out.)

How would you like to end your day knowing these friendly (NOT) little creepy crawlies are wandering your house?! I hate the part of spring when all the spiders wake up and seem to decide that my house is prime hunting ground.



And thus the end of a well rounded day.