confessions of a church ditcher.

welcome to another chapter to confessions of a church ditcher.

i'm ditching today with 2 kiddies. Hope and Pierce.

Pierce who's had a snotty nose and some wicked allergy induced diarrhea . he's totally allergic to Oranges and tangerines. BUT LOVES THEM. so he's had days worth of NASTY diapers. he's not my first kid that does this. can't wait until he's potty trained and i don't have to deal with his food reactions.

why not limit the oranges? i try. but when he loves something that much. well it's hard. plus there is the self serve factor. short of locking them in a locked container the kid will get them, that and it's not too hard to acquire some off the tree out front.

and Hope couldn't find her shoes. she was ready. bow in hair. dressed. cute.

shoes missing.

she earned a free day home. since we were already ditching. and there wasn't time to hunt.

and why am i ditching? I've got Pink eye! delightful. add that to my wicked head cold and I'm not eager to go share the wonder.

REALLY, it's a selfless act, staying home to spare all of my friends and neighbors from the pink eye and cold.

so what am i doing with my "free Sunday"

i'd like to be resting but i need to be cleaning up the hell hole that is my house.

so cleaning wins. (after i post of course)

which i hate.

but then again i hate cleaning when i feel good too.

there's always something else I'd rather be doing.

but I've had enough. and it's gotten way out of hand.

i need to buckle down and quit wasting time reading and blogging and facebooking.

and just clean clean clean.

i don't know how people do that all the time.

do they have a never ending supply of energy? OCD? anxiety disorders brought on by clutter? mean husbands that insist on spotless houses?? incredibly well trained children that never make messes ? Maids that come in weekly? no other hobbies or interests?

that is SO NOT ME! i wonder if there is something i could take that would turn me into a neat freak. i wish i was one. but i fear the laid back housekeeping keeps me sane.

i'd go postal every day if i tried to keep a spotless house. i'd be no fun. a screaming meanie. drill Sargeant mom! it's true. or that's what i tell myself anyway.

no it's totally true. if my house is CLEAN, you can't eat here, no toys, no playing, no fun! no living. it's LAME.

Lance has the next 3 days off,in addition to the holiday. he has 3 weeks of paid time off, he hasn't taken yet this year. he struggles to find balance and take time off.

i have ideas of what should go on here with time off.

i'm thinking it's time to mount the wheel of death in a permanent place in the yard with a cement slab. and i'd love to repaint it.

we'll see though.

i have a feeling he'll be relaxing alot. and sleeping in and napping.

when I'd like some assistance doing the stuff i never manage to get done alone. I'd really love it if he'd keep the kids occupied while i finish stripping wallpaper in the hall bathroom so i can redecorate.

if i get the house clean today by myself, maybe he'll help me get some projects done. with his time off.

i can dream.

i anticipate conflict and disappointment.

i'm sure you'll hear how it goes. unless he holds my computer hostage playing lame games all day. because he can't go in the office with his time off or he works. it's a compulsion!

maybe we'll go do something fun.

but i doubt it. i can safely assume he's sleeping in every day. napping and reading non stop. and not going to bed at a decent hour. while he stays up all night reading or playing games .

and that will be ok too. he deserves a break.