Oh My

What a crazy last couple of weeks. From the first day of school to sicknesses. .. this household has been crazy busy. It's all slowing down now, I hope. I think I've done more laundry and disinfected everything more now than I ever have in my whole OCD lifetime. But at least germs are gone. Muahahaha!

Nothing new and exciting has happened - except for the fact I've gotten out of a routine of taking a very important pill *cough* and now my boobs are hurting. So what does that mean? No clue. Maybe I've screwed up my hormones and I'm back at square one? I hope not. I hate pills. Especially pills you're suppose to take at the same time DAILY. Yeah, you can't tell me anything because I'm hard headed.

OH! And yes...something new HAS happened. We had a massive flood here in Georgia. Cars and houses were underwater just a mile away from our house. It was horrendous. People lost their lives and it was just a tragic thing to have happened here. I took a video of a few surrounding places and put it on my Youtube channel - and its already gotten over 300 views! I do realize now upon reflecting the footage - I should have talked less and filmed more. I sound worse than Dolly Parton. From here on out, when I video, I'm going to shut my country mouth and let everyone enjoy what I film. lol

Laundry and a car wash

I've kind of let the laundry go the past few days, I figure it'll always be there once I get around to it. So, as I was walking past the laundry room and tripped over a laundry basket (or two) I decided it was time to start climbing Mt. Everest. So I throw the Downy ball in, detergent, and bleach. Start up the washer and as I'm waiting for it to start agitating so I can throw in some towels, Noah decides to drive his little monster truck around on the washing machine. I tell him to back away because there's bleach in there. . .and to please hang on to his truck or else it will be another 45 minutes before he would get to play with it again. I go in his bathroom and start cleaning it when I hear a distressed call.

NOAH: "mommmyy, my monser tuck in da washer and I can't get it".
ME: Noah, what did mama tell you about hanging onto your truck and staying away from the washer?
NOAH: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it.
ME: It's okay baby, but when mama tells you something, you need to listen. In a few minutes the washer will be all done and you'll get your truck back. ..and it'll be all clean!
NOAH: Ok, my monser tuck's dirty and it need baff.
ME: Exactly, it's dirty and now it's getting a bath and will be all clean.

Finally, I got his truck out of the washer and handed it to him and boy was he excited. It was clean and he was happy it got a "baff". You know, I almost got frustrated and upset because I had told him to get away from the washing machine and I had warned him that he could possibly drop his truck into the washer. .blah blah blah. But reality is - it's no big deal. One of these days I'm going to be doing laundry, and my little Noah is going to be a man that has a home and family of his own, and I'll wish I was pulling out a little toy truck from my washing machine. Time goes by so fast and I don't want to waste a single moment of it by sweating the small stuff. I am so blessed to have such a wonderful, smart, healthy little boy who literally lights up my life. I don't write these posts about Noah because I'm complaining, I'm merely writing them because I want a record of all the precious memories we're building and I don't want to forget a second of it. I love my life. I love my family.