For the last two months I have been sidestepping a hallway landmine.
Between final papers, catchup reading and general life in the agent's scope, I've been seriously neglecting my inner laundress. Every week I set aside just enough clothing to get us through that week, ignoring the ever growing, sock devouring double laundry bin hiding in the back hall. Until today.
Armed with two rolls of loonies and a new bottle of Gain - I planned to sneak attack the cotton blob plotting to take over the world. Fueled singly by my tiny little family. I must tell you that laundry sucks my will to live. Costing four dollars a load, and taking over two hours to complete one - I avoid laundry purgatory like the bubonic plague. However, seeing that my children are rotating the same outfits and sporting mismatched socks - I felt it was time to stop risking their social development and sort the pile of doom.
It is AMAZING what you can find in a pile of laundry. I am baffled by the ten or more pairs of pants sized four and under (since my kids have almost exited 6X), with holes in the knees and chapstick in the pockets. How long have they BEEN there? Are they breeding? In my initial sort alone I ditched two BAGS of clothing based on size. And then there were the socks. THE SOCKS. A whole load of socks alone!! *shudder*
I've got two loads washing, and another four staring me in the face. I'm convinced that my children own more clothing than myself and the Aftermath combined! I'm confused as to why my son and I argue everyday over the same plaid shirt! He only has 500!!!
Someone save me from the laundry life. Please. Or at least toss me a roll of loonies. It's gonna be a long day.
**I still feel somewhat wrong for posting on the mundane details of life after the devastating loss of little Maddie. Please, donate today. They say it takes a village ... and if anything, I've learned that the internet is today's community. I am truly proud to be part of a community who rallies together and gives their everything to a family in distress**
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Purple
Yesterday I logged into my computer for the first time in a few days. I wandered around, read some blog bits and stumbled across the saddest thing I may ever read. I don't have words for the amount of sadness, the heartbreak. My heart goes out to the Spohr family.
Even though I've never met or spoken to Heather or Mike, the Newborn Identity was the very first blog I started to follow regularly. When I first discovered it, I spent hours searching through the archives. I couldn't get enough of the adventures of Maddie, and soon enough I was reading both Heather and Mike's blogs religiously. I enjoyed the stories of the Spohr family adventures, the silly pictures with Maddie pulling faces, beaming at the camera, loving life with those big, blue eyes.
I am shocked and heartbroken over her death, and I can NOT imagine the pain her parents are experiencing. I can't say I understand. I do not. I extend my love to Heather and Mike and all those touched by their daughter. I wish you peace.
Like many others, The Agent is appearing in purple in memory of that beautiful chick pea.
Save Travels Maddie. You are missed.
DAG
Please take time to donate to the Spohr family. Every little bit helps in such a difficult time.
Even though I've never met or spoken to Heather or Mike, the Newborn Identity was the very first blog I started to follow regularly. When I first discovered it, I spent hours searching through the archives. I couldn't get enough of the adventures of Maddie, and soon enough I was reading both Heather and Mike's blogs religiously. I enjoyed the stories of the Spohr family adventures, the silly pictures with Maddie pulling faces, beaming at the camera, loving life with those big, blue eyes.
I am shocked and heartbroken over her death, and I can NOT imagine the pain her parents are experiencing. I can't say I understand. I do not. I extend my love to Heather and Mike and all those touched by their daughter. I wish you peace.
Like many others, The Agent is appearing in purple in memory of that beautiful chick pea.
Save Travels Maddie. You are missed.
DAG
Please take time to donate to the Spohr family. Every little bit helps in such a difficult time.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Mistrusting the Multitude
Hey all, today I'm over at GNMParents talking about the fine details of life and the trouble in trusting a wounded heart with a new danger. Come on over!
DAG
DAG
Friday, April 3, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
ACCEPTED!!!!!!
After a long and very challenging six years, I am about to see my ultimate goal realized.
From the very start, some six years ago - I dreamed of becoming a primary school teacher. After two years at college, four years of university, being a single mother of two young children and volunteering until my eyes popped from my head: I've been accepted.
This very morning, I received email notification that I have been extended letters of admission to both the University of Nippissing (North Bay) and The University of Western Ontario's Althouse (London) teacher's colleges. I'm waiting on Trent (Peterborough) and Sir Wilfrid Laurier (Kitchener-Waterloo) to round out the applications, but that is no matter.
I'M IN! I? Am GOING TO BE A TEACHER!! It's official!!!!!
This? Is dizzying.
DAG.
From the very start, some six years ago - I dreamed of becoming a primary school teacher. After two years at college, four years of university, being a single mother of two young children and volunteering until my eyes popped from my head: I've been accepted.
This very morning, I received email notification that I have been extended letters of admission to both the University of Nippissing (North Bay) and The University of Western Ontario's Althouse (London) teacher's colleges. I'm waiting on Trent (Peterborough) and Sir Wilfrid Laurier (Kitchener-Waterloo) to round out the applications, but that is no matter.
I'M IN! I? Am GOING TO BE A TEACHER!! It's official!!!!!
This? Is dizzying.
DAG.
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