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Cat Dish Woes

We have a problem at my house. It's about the cat. Richard is in charge of feeding and watering Tigger, but for some reason, he likes to put the cat's water dish in the corner of the kitchen. The corner of the kitchen where the breakfast foods and coffee pot are placed. You know - the corner of the kitchen that I stumble into in the wee hours of the morning before I've had my daily dose of caffeine.

The result is usually the same - I kick over the water dish. My socks get wet (ew, cat spit), the floor is a mess, Graedon splatters it throughout the kitchen, or drinks it (ew, ew, cat spit). So, I fixed THAT problem.

There. And, I *do* aim to use the paddle.

While the Husband's Away...

I've been single-momming it for the last couple days. Rich is gone to Miramichi to repair and set up buildings. Summertime is the busy season for Rich. The frost is gone from in the ground, travel is good, and the days are long. Often, he'll be gone for the weekend, sometimes the week, to put up tarp garages.

I don't know what it is about his extended absence, but it makes me feel incredible industrious! As I am waving goodbye to him from the doorway, I am mentally making lists of all the projects I need to complete while he is away. I like the motivation of having a deadline. I like the excitement and satisfaction of finishing a task before he gets home, just so that he'll be surprised.

Last summer, there was such a business trip that ended with newly painted cupboards, complete with replaced hardware. This time, the list was as such:

*buy and set up a bookshelf in the girls' room (their books are in piles right now for lack of space)

*dig up and replant the flowerbed in the front yard using the plants in the flowerbed that is going to be destroyed when we replace the draintile

*paint the hall upstairs

*clear off the couch in the living room (no easy task, since it's my catchall/laundry area)

So far, I've painted, and cleared the couch. Unfortunately, it's rained the whole time Rich has been gone, so the flowerbed will have to wait. In the meantime, I think I might organize the pantry...

Procrastinator

Everyday, I look at my house and make a mental checklist of what needs to be done. Then, I grab a pen and write it all down. Then, I lose the paper.

This weekend, though, I finally got to some stuff that needed to be done. Here are some examples of what makes me a procrastinator:

1) I finally took down the pink butterflies and lanterns in Graedon's room. He moved in there over a year ago, after Eva moved out. Everytime I changed his diaper, I'd look around and declare, "Graedon! I declare, it's time to make this into a little boy's room." Finally, that's on it's way.

2) I put away all of my clothes. The stacks on the dresser were driving me crazy. I also put away Rich's clothes. I know, that should be his job, but he was busy being busy for the greater good, so I did it for him. I emptied his drawers, re-folded everything and organized according to sleeve length. Highlight of my job? Finding an old love letter I'd sent him years ago when we were newlyweds. It was nestled in nice and snug between his tube socks and unmentionables. Sweet :)

Next, I'm going to tackle my sewing box. Scary!!

What have you been putting off?

The Latest

You turn your back for TWO seconds, and the whole place falls apart. He's such a boy.


I think it's Love....sigh...


The snow was too deep for Graedon to play in, so we brought it inside.

Funny Girl!

Last weekend Rich and the girls braved the weather to choose a tree at the local tree farm. As Rich was zipping up Maddie's coat, he told her, "You'll have to help me choose the right tree, okay?" Eva piped in with, "And I'll help you choose the left tree!!"

I love that kid!