One little day of letting the kids off chore duty and look what gets swept up this morning when I tried to find my way into the kitchen to make coffee. I got about half way down the hall and turned around.
Two choices here, I can go back to bed and avoid seeing what has happened to my house or I can grab the broom from the laundry room and battle my way through shoes, bags, noodles, dog food, homework & placemats to get to my coffee maker.
This is the pile just from the hallway and kitchen. It doesn’t look that big, but look at the size of the broom (that’s a normal size broom)
Anyway, lesson learned….they at least need to clean the kitchen. I’m not even going to show you the living room of socks. We decided to have a ‘sort socks & watch movie’ night….it turned into, shift socks to the side and laugh until we wet ourselfs during ‘White Chicks’. I saw the trailer for this movie and I thought, “No way. I will not watch that movie.” The boy brought it home from his mom’s house and wanted us to watch it with him. It was hysterical. It was cheesy and predictable, but the funny parts were FUNNY. No socks were harmed during the viewing of that film.

One of these days I am going to post about this town I live in. “The town that the Snobby Snobs built”. I seem to forget how snobby this place is until I take my kids to school. What time do these women get up and start getting ready to take their kids to school? I swear they are dressed to the nines (I don’t know what that means, it just sounded good.) They have the big hair, suede pants, high heels & matching ‘handbag’ (I call it a purse, but then again i’m from the mountains, what do I know about the big city?) Every mother in this town looks like a real estate agent. They drive the big bigol’ cars. Beamers, Hummers, cars with gold everywhere.
I saw a little girl today that looked like a cartoon. She was THAT perfect. She had on the black shoes, shiny buckle on the top. White leggings, pressed, dark blue, pleated dress with the white collared shirt underneath. Her hair…don’t get me started with the hair. I don’t think my kids hair has EVER, EVER, EVER been that perfect. It looked like the girl from “The Grinch”. It was white blonde and every single strand was in it’s place and the red bow that sat right on the side at JUST the right angle tied it all in. The girl had the walk too. She looked like a little girl that had all the worries of the Rocklin-2nd-grade-goddamnimperfect-world on her shoulders.

I dropped off my two kids and the neighbors kids and looked at them as the ran off to thier classes. My daughter in floral pants and striped shirt and a cockeyed ponytale. I got one of those half smiles as I drove off.
The mother that was using the crosswalk looked at me funny. It might have been the goofy smile I had on my face, or it might have been because my day old make up looks like Ozzy’s makeup after an all nighter. My hair is piled on top of my head in cockeyed ponytale from sleeping on it and I have, what Shaun calls, ‘my verticle hold outfit’ on. It’s a striped sweater, the cozy-comfy-plaid-men’s jammie bottoms, and striped socks. None of the stripes go in the same direction, nor are they the same color. Shaun insists that I need to adjust the verticle hold on my clothing.

If you think the way I dress for bed is bad, you should see what I wear to work ;)