- I make veggie soup in the crock pot and forget that I made it. When your crock pot is in a different building than you, you really ought to write a sticky note reminding yourself that you have a cabbage based soup boiling away. That stuff cooked on high for at least 12 hours, and stunk up the room it was in.
- Your two year old leans over in the shopping cart, crashing it, while your 10 month old is still sitting in the seat part of it. Good thing the wire shelving slowed her fall... sarcasm. She scraped the side of her face a bit on the way down as we were looking at brass fittings. On the side she didn't scrape, she smacked on the floor. She is looking better, but I just rolled my eyes when the ladies at the hardware store and Vons said, "Wow, look at your beautiful children. ALL of them are so pretty." Even Jessie, who is bleeding and bruised? Awesome!
- I feel like a freak show when I go out in public with the kids. I feel for people with twins- the attention kills me. "Are they all yours?" "Are those two twins?" (doesn't matter which two- sometimes it's the boys, most of the time it's Kacy and Will.) "You sure got your hands full!" (Please shoot me if you ever hear me say this!) "They are all so tall!" "They are all so beautiful!" (I always say "Thank-you, they get it from their dad." I wish Ryan was around when I said this- I would love to see the look on his face.) "They are all so well behaved. That's refreshing." -usually by a store clerk or someone waiting in line with us. I must have Ed on a leash, or they catch us on a good day. Today my reply was "Thank-you. I use to teach school, so I'm all about rules. I have high expectations." Someday, I won't get these comments anymore. I know the people who say these things to me are kind-hearted, nice people. But really- I get at least one comment per aisle in the store. And in the meat department, bakery... someday I might miss it, because then my kids will be grown. But for now, I would like to be a little more anonymous. Like when you are eating in McDonald's with your kids and a lady comes over to you and says "I remember you from the bank!" and I reply "Oh no! We were memorable? That's not good." and she states "Oh no, not like that. My co-worker and I thought it was so cute how that one (points to Ed) thought the presents were so interesting. And you have such beautiful children. All four of them are just so beautiful." At this point I'm squriming and say "Thank-you." and then I wonder if people ever look at families and think "That's a good looking family, except for that one. Poor guy (or girl, I guess)... missed out on the genes..." Craziness. That's all it is.
Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.