Overhaul

I will admit that I've kind of let the kids run the house the last couple weeks. Frankly, we've been busy so toys have been left out and laundry has gone undone. Oh, and there is still a box or seven left in my mom cave that needs to be unpacked. Don't even get me started on all the holiday decorating I haven't done.

Today, I've decided to start a home overhaul. Maybe I'll find an article idea or two in my organization mood that will perpetuate work. Or not. Maybe I'll just find something the laundry monster regurgetated.

Wanted: One Good Mom Cave

When we moved into this house, we made a decision that Bug and Pup would share a room.

This was mostly because I needed a place to write. After all, what good is a freelance writer diva if she doesn't have the time to actually work? So, our third bedroom became "Mom's Room." And it is still piled with boxes, junk, and other random things. On occasion, Pup sleeps in there because I'm afraid he will wake his brother. (We are still in the phase in which he sleeps in a laundry basket because a) he doesn't move around at night and b) we haven't purchased a crib.)

So much for a place to write, eh?

Then... behold! In my Facebook appeared a link to a certain contest from HomeGoods and Blissfully Domestic. I could win a $250 gift card to HomeGoods to decorate my space. How freakin' cool would that be?! It might even inspire me to clean the hordes of junk out of my mom cave so it could actually be used. (What a concept!)

This also got me thinking as to what it is I want in there. A comfy chair. A desk. Some wicked cool artwork. (Yes, I just said wicked cool. No, I'm not a 19 year-old sorority girl.) A plush, comfy rug. And a wine rack. Ooh, and a place to put my Keurig maker for those late night writing sessions.

Win or not, I'm thinking this mom cave project is moving to the top of my to-do list.

Combating the Laundry Monster

I have discovered a pesky little creature that the dear bug man cannot eliminate... the laundry monster. I think this critter is actually present in any and all households that contain small children. He sneaks in during the middle of the night, dirties sixteen outfits, and hides before anyone can turn on a single light. Kind of like cockroaches, actually. Oh, and he feeds on socks but only one at a time. (Because if he ate the whole pair, that would be insanely convenient for me, which is not his goal.)

Today I worked on combating the laundry monster. And he kicked my butt.

So, here it is after eleven pm and I'm still not done with laundry. That I started twelve hours ago.Oh! I get it! He's just being kind and letting me enjoy my new dryer to the fullest extent possible. That must be it! ;)

Candy Hangover

Have you ever gotten a candy hangover? You know, that slight headache followed by a toothache the morning after Halloween? I may have only sneaked had a piece or two of Bug and Pup's stash, but it feels like my jaw has battled an entire bag of stale tootsie rolls. Eesh. I will certainly be adding "Pick out all suckers for Bug from candy bucket. Send rest with Mister to work." to my to-do list today.

Anyway. I would like to present the cutest two kiddos ever to grace this blog (tee hee) and their Halloween attire.

 

With the move to South Carolina so freshly behind us, Halloween was on the back burner this year. Where most years I would have taken the kids to the pumpkin patch and carted home an entire vehicle full, this year I did not even costume shop until 2:30 PM the day of. (Saved by Target, again!) 

Mister was pretty convinced Bug looked like a girl in his puppy costume. "Can't he be something a little scarier? Like, Jason from that horror movie or a vampire ninja??" he asked me. I gave him the evil eye and promptly explained little kids are supposed to be cute and cuddly... not gory. (Although I think I'm outvoted on the use of fake blood next year. Gah.) Pup was simply recycling Halloween pajamas that Bug had worn last year.

Bug wasn't too keen on wearing the hooded hat portion of the costume, so he was able to get the "sad puppy dog" look down very well!! Mister thought he would be hilarious and put a sign out on our front lawn that said "Puppy For Sale". By the time the nineteenth neighbor had stopped by to look at the puppies and instead got "tricked", it wasn't funny anymore. 

Halloween is quite the event in our new neighborhood. Everyone hangs out on their front porches, laughing and enjoying the somewhat cool Carolina air. We made it to a dozen or so houses before Bug decided he'd had enough and Pup was sound asleep. It was all very well though... we had candy to hand out at our house. I think our favorite trick-or-treater was a little boy about nine dressed as Fat Elvis. When we handed him his candy he replied, "Thank you. Thank you ver-ah much!" I thought Mister was going to fall off the porch laughing.