Nothing Extraordinary

"You're not writing on your blog much lately", my Mom said recently.

I know! My problem is that I just don't have a whole lot to say. My little life is just so... ordinary.

I'm not complaining - ordinary is good. It just doesn't offer much material for writing. My sister in law keeps telling me I should write a book. To that, I say

HAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

But I do appreciate her encouragement. In fact, I think I might save up some money and have this blog printed and bound. It's just my ordinary day ramblings, but oh, what a treasure it would be if I had my own Mom or Grandma's ordinary day ramblings!

It's a sick day around here today. Clara was up all night coughing, so Luke announced this morning "Clara's staying home today". Sammy's been fighting the same cough for days. And my sweet little Thomas keeps running to grab a kleenex so I can wipe his nose for him. I guess it's better than him using his sleeve.

We're in that odd in-between place where they shouldn't go to school, but they're perfectly energetic enough to bicker all. day. long.

And Clara, she's energetic enough to want to help me with everything...on her terms. "Mom, can I dust?"

"Sure, but I'd like you to dust the baseboards. They haven't been done in a long time, but I just did the furniture a day ago."

"I don't want to do the baseboards."

"Well, if you want to help, that's what I'd like your help with."

"Ummm, my tummy hurts."

Uh huh.

Thank goodness for the little stick vac that kept Clara and Thomas busy for almost 45 minutes! There's something about that kid-sized vacuum that inspires kids to get into all sorts of cracks and crevices.

And at some point during their sweep of the laundry room, Thomas decided that the washer needed some attention. So HE CLIMED IN IT.

"MOMMEEEE! Thomas is stuck in the washing machine!!"

(much grunting and screeching flows forth from the direction of the laundry room)

And, of course, being the doting Mama that I am, I dashed straight to the laundry room to rescue him...(ahem)...after pausing for just a moment to grab the camera.

He'd gotten out by the time I made it there.

"Thomas! Don't climb in the washer, you could hurt yourself, okay? And if you do get in there again, you make sure to holler for Mommy...so I can (take your picture and) get you out (almost) immediately!"

Hey - I've gotta have my entertainment too...not to mention plenty of bribery material for his dare-devil teenage years. Oi. If I manage to get that kid to 18 in one piece, it will be a miracle straight from Heaven! :-)

I'm off - the dishes and laundry call. And hey, I have a brave friend who's venturing into this fog of germs to come have lunch with me! I warned her that she's taking her nasal health into her own hands by coming, but she will not be deterred. I'm thankful :-)

Have a great day everyone!