Random Tuesday

I woke up this morning being able to breathe through my nose AND my mouth.  It was quite exciting.  I felt so rested.  Then I looked around.

I was gone all day Saturday at the yarn store party.  I don’t clean on Sunday.  Not because I can’t, or I fear that God will strike me down if I do.  It’s because I feel Sunday rest is a gift, and I’m not about to give that gift away.  So I took a nap and went to Knut’s grandma’s birthday party.

 (This is the smiliest, most happy Eeyore you’ve ever met.  Although, she kept pushing the hood back, and looked more like “Boo” from “Monster’s Inc.”  Her personality fit that part better anyway.)

Yesterday was another no-chore day as we were running errands pretty much all day long.  Today I was excited that we could spend it all day at home, but I see we have to go to “the barn” to vote and then the kids have choir practice.

Yes, our voting place is a barn.  I might get in trouble for putting it like that.  It used to be a barn, and now it’s converted to something else.  However, I do pass sheep and chickens and such to go inside the old barn so that has to count for something.

I’m not sure if it’s nesting, or just the extreme dislike of seeing my house like this, or the fact I have company coming this next weekend and throwing a birthday party for Elias, but in any case, this morning is consisting of cleaning like a madwoman, as I look over my kids’ do their schoolwork.

We got a dresser for all the baby clothes, in a lucky situation where a friend of mine was getting rid of one, and it suits our needs just perfectly.  However, I can’t help Knut carry it upstairs, and it’s too big for him to maneuver himself, so it’s in our kitchen right now.  I’m tempted to start washing baby clothes anyway, and fill the drawers upstairs until he gets around to inviting someone over to help him carry it upstairs.

I need to wash newborn diapers.  I need to organize the boy’s closet and move all the baby girl clothes out of there and into the newly made space in the girls’ closet.  It may sound like a quick task, but sometimes I feel like managing all 4 (soon to be 5) kids’ clothes is my part time job.  Every couple of months, someone hits a spurt and needs all their clothes packed up and put away, and new clothes brought out, washed and put away.  However, sizing is never across the board, so sometimes one kid is wearing 3T pants, but 4T shirts, and 2T underwear all at the same time.  So I’m constantly in and out of those sizes…and that’s just one kid!

I’m rambling.  I’m sorry.  I’ll go back to cleaning.  I need to get to the bathrooms today too…and perhaps vacuuming.  That would make me feel better.  The boys need haircuts and baths tonight.  Sorry, I rambled again.

There’s just a few things on my mind today.

I entered a few Halloween pictures to this post for no reason but fun.

I need to put away/throw away the Halloween candy today.  It’s time.

Go Vote.  It’s a privilege.  Like Sundays.  You can’t just give gifts like that away.