Mom's Spring Cleaning...yup, you better run for your lives.

***happy posts coming soon, but after ONE more sassy one***

Being that this is Rodeo weekend, I got a bee-in-my-bonnet to get cleaning. Like DEEP cleaning. THe fact that I am in school means that I have a couple days a week, and a few 20 min visits to the house to clean it, and its not cutting it.

Sooooo, I first slept in til 9am this morning. Well, I really was awake the last hour, but hey, now Kennedy knows how to make pancakes HERSELF, so, it was a GOOD thing!

And then I went in. I dove into the crapola with a happy heart, so excited, joyful even! As time went by, a funny thing happened....I got MADDER, and MADDER, and MADDER!

Woo-ee, I was cleaning and cussin'(in my head!). I feel so dang MAD that I find Capri Sun's behind the couch, socks behind everything, pencils with chewed off erasers in every corner, batteries, pennies, army guys, half used spiral notebooks, baggage tags, charging cords, etc.

You know what I'm saying!

I was not nice. And now, as I tuck my kids into their sweet smelling clean sheets, I feel GUILTY.

So, tonight's prayer: forgiveness and gratitude...

Can we be honest?

I have spoken recently to a couple of friends about honesty. Like, being honest with how we feel, asking the hard questions, and so forth...
I feel that as a 34year old mother of three, with a hectic life, I don't have time to guess about how someone feels, or how you feel about me.
I tell my friends I love them because I DO, and hope that if I do something to bug them, they tell me too(in an email, for example, with the appropiate emoticons:)...
I realize that TOTAL honesty (like, please don't tell me my hair is too big, I already know) is not always useful, but if I asked you if you thought it was too big, feel free to say so!
(and then I will ignore your response, and grab my Aussie Instant Freeze anyways!)
But if we feel like we are in a relationship where we are confused or unsure of where we stand, shouldn't we speak up?
So, where is this all coming from?
I have a friend that I adored, that I am not sure where I stand anymore. If she doens't want to be friends anymore, I want her to tell me. It's painful to be left hanging, wondering what you did wrong? It was one of those friendships I truly thought that would be lifetime, and now I feel like I am left to mourn the loss of it, and I don't even know why?
So, if this friend is reading this, I love you, I miss you, please email, comment, or write to tell me what's going on?

And some more honesty...grocery shopping with Shayne makes me want to grab his buns right there in front of the Hot Pockets, okay, I DID grab my hunny's buns in front of the Hot Pockets!

If You Give A Pig A Pancake....

If you give a pig a pancake, she'll want some syrup to go with it. You'll give her some of your favorite maple syrup. She'll probably get all sticky, and she will want to take a bath.

And so it goes, that the pancake begets a bath, and the bath begets tap shoes, building a tree house, hanging wallpaper IN the treehouse she build, and then that sticky wallpaper will remind her of what she originally wanted, a pancake!

I think that the book is spot-on regarding human nature, let me demonstrate....

If you give a woman a new pair of jeans, she will want a new blouse to go with it. She will search, and search, and then decide that the whole outfit would not be complete unless it had the proper shoes. She will find the cutest heels, darling jewelry, and then it will all sit in her closet because she can't wear ANY of it until she has lost 10 lbs, or at least reduced the size of her muffin top. And then she will cry to her husband 5 minutes within arriving from work, where he is utterly unprepared for such an emotional meltdown.

If you give a woman new furniture, then she will decide that she needs new curtains, because, now they certainly DO look drab and old. She will realize that its silly to hang new curtains without painting the room first, and once thats done, the carpet looks horrid and she can't enjoy her new couches because Better Homes and Gardens has convinced her thoroughly that it's just not right unless the floors are wood, anyway.

Sound familiar to anyone besides me? Why can't we just be happy with the pancake?