Reality Sets Back In
Mar. 4th, 2010 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jenny_wildcatI woke up this morning with the dog curled up on my stomach. I looked around the room and realized that the laws of entropy are alive and well in my life. I leave for a week and... well, for one thing my room is a royal mess. I don't think it was that bad when I left, but there are four little agents of chaos that frequent my home, even when I'm not here (legitimately it could be five, since my sister is here but she typically stays in her own room in her own world - but that's not conducive to controlling the young Chaos Trolls). But I need to clean it and pray that I find my red jump drive because I cannot for the life find it and it's got some pretty important crap on there - school work, yearbook pages, the backup of my book - and I use it with great frequency. So, I'm a little stressed over losing that.
Side note on these Chaos Trolls: I have long asserted that the best form of birth control is baby-sitting - especially the Chaos Trolls. Mom always said I was overreacting and they're actually very cute kids. And they are - when they want to be. Well, once upon a few months ago, my sister and her husband were enlisted to baby-sit the Trolls while their parents went to the temple. Sis and Hubby gladly watched the kids, but by the end of the night, they were frazzled and - to quote what my sister told my mom: "We're never having children." Even my easy-going brother-in-law was not amused - maybe because my sister came uncorked at them and that is not a pretty sight. Well, it's funny when she's mad at someone else, just not you.
Speaking of chaos - I also have to keep a close eye on all the critters that camp out in our yard, more specifically, the dogs. They are their own breed of Chaos Trolls. Oh, and did I mention that our weenie dog is in heat? That adds a whole degree of entertainment. There is no way little Scout will get pregnant by any of the farm dogs (I don't think I need to explain the biology), but there are plenty of alpha males that will probably get into fights just because she's there. Personally, I will count it as a blessing if our border collie, Butch, mortally wounds (read: kills) that idiot Flip who I hate so much.
One happy side effect of growing up on a farm - there is little need for any of those embarrassing "birds and the bees" talks. You already know what's going on by the time you're seven. Sure, you still get the talks, but Mom has an actual context to work with.
The living room is a mess and the kitchen is a disaster - our dishwasher still isn't fixed yet even though we order the parts two weeks ago. So, I am washing dishes by hand, which is not bad because I insist on using one of those scrubbie wand thingies (I think I was scarred as a young child by reaching into murky dishwater, not knowing what lurked beneath the greasy former-suds. That can be a scary adventure - even worse than the Terror Ride at Lagoon - that's another "scarred-for-life" story I need to tell).
Oh - and homework - March is my most busiest month this semester. Seems like everything is due at the end of the month, though one of my professors was kind enough to make everything due in his class on the last class weekend, which is April 24 and that's not going to be as stressful. But so much must be done.
And the yearbook - we finally have a consensus on the cover design and a few other things - they're getting a hardcover book, which I lobbied hard for (this softcover spiral-bound nonsense has to stop - it's a yearbook for Pete's sake. I've seen the condition the old softcover ones at the school are in and it's is vomit-inducing). Now, we just have to get the pages done. They're working on it, but it is sooo tempting for me to take on a few pages myself just to speed the process along. But I have to not do that because the kids need to know how this stuff works. Sure, I could do the whole thing for them and it'd look okay, but it wouldn't mean anything. So, I have to swallow my impatience and let them learn on their own.
(Dear Heavenly Father - I know I need to learn patience. I get that lesson every single day. Is there any way that I can possibly have a Spring Break from this life lesson? My blood pressure is starting to rise - again. Oh - I can't? Mm... didn't think so. Can I just say - I have a feeling that I'm about to learn some kind of hard life lesson. I know it must be done, but it doesn't mean I have to look forward to it).
Oh, and there's all my self-inflicted projects that keep me sane. Those are also on The List for the very real fact I hate not finishing things. So, I have a few cross-stitches I'm doing, plus some fun books I'm reading and the one I'm writing (which has been put on the back burner because it seems like someone has something else for me to every time I try to sit down and work on it. And it's usually my dad with some spreadsheet or another for me to draft. I guess I just need to turn off the phone for long periods of time).
Aww... cute - Cash (the youngest of the Chaos Trolls) just came over to keep me company. And to watch "Tom and Jerry Blast Off to Mars" on our big TV. You see where I rank, don't you? Luckily, the older Trolls are in school, which means he can't do too much damage and I might be able to get a handle on it.
Side note on these Chaos Trolls: I have long asserted that the best form of birth control is baby-sitting - especially the Chaos Trolls. Mom always said I was overreacting and they're actually very cute kids. And they are - when they want to be. Well, once upon a few months ago, my sister and her husband were enlisted to baby-sit the Trolls while their parents went to the temple. Sis and Hubby gladly watched the kids, but by the end of the night, they were frazzled and - to quote what my sister told my mom: "We're never having children." Even my easy-going brother-in-law was not amused - maybe because my sister came uncorked at them and that is not a pretty sight. Well, it's funny when she's mad at someone else, just not you.
Speaking of chaos - I also have to keep a close eye on all the critters that camp out in our yard, more specifically, the dogs. They are their own breed of Chaos Trolls. Oh, and did I mention that our weenie dog is in heat? That adds a whole degree of entertainment. There is no way little Scout will get pregnant by any of the farm dogs (I don't think I need to explain the biology), but there are plenty of alpha males that will probably get into fights just because she's there. Personally, I will count it as a blessing if our border collie, Butch, mortally wounds (read: kills) that idiot Flip who I hate so much.
One happy side effect of growing up on a farm - there is little need for any of those embarrassing "birds and the bees" talks. You already know what's going on by the time you're seven. Sure, you still get the talks, but Mom has an actual context to work with.
The living room is a mess and the kitchen is a disaster - our dishwasher still isn't fixed yet even though we order the parts two weeks ago. So, I am washing dishes by hand, which is not bad because I insist on using one of those scrubbie wand thingies (I think I was scarred as a young child by reaching into murky dishwater, not knowing what lurked beneath the greasy former-suds. That can be a scary adventure - even worse than the Terror Ride at Lagoon - that's another "scarred-for-life" story I need to tell).
Oh - and homework - March is my most busiest month this semester. Seems like everything is due at the end of the month, though one of my professors was kind enough to make everything due in his class on the last class weekend, which is April 24 and that's not going to be as stressful. But so much must be done.
And the yearbook - we finally have a consensus on the cover design and a few other things - they're getting a hardcover book, which I lobbied hard for (this softcover spiral-bound nonsense has to stop - it's a yearbook for Pete's sake. I've seen the condition the old softcover ones at the school are in and it's is vomit-inducing). Now, we just have to get the pages done. They're working on it, but it is sooo tempting for me to take on a few pages myself just to speed the process along. But I have to not do that because the kids need to know how this stuff works. Sure, I could do the whole thing for them and it'd look okay, but it wouldn't mean anything. So, I have to swallow my impatience and let them learn on their own.
(Dear Heavenly Father - I know I need to learn patience. I get that lesson every single day. Is there any way that I can possibly have a Spring Break from this life lesson? My blood pressure is starting to rise - again. Oh - I can't? Mm... didn't think so. Can I just say - I have a feeling that I'm about to learn some kind of hard life lesson. I know it must be done, but it doesn't mean I have to look forward to it).
Oh, and there's all my self-inflicted projects that keep me sane. Those are also on The List for the very real fact I hate not finishing things. So, I have a few cross-stitches I'm doing, plus some fun books I'm reading and the one I'm writing (which has been put on the back burner because it seems like someone has something else for me to every time I try to sit down and work on it. And it's usually my dad with some spreadsheet or another for me to draft. I guess I just need to turn off the phone for long periods of time).
Aww... cute - Cash (the youngest of the Chaos Trolls) just came over to keep me company. And to watch "Tom and Jerry Blast Off to Mars" on our big TV. You see where I rank, don't you? Luckily, the older Trolls are in school, which means he can't do too much damage and I might be able to get a handle on it.
