MOAB

And I never will be. I can’t get into the highly structured regimented time thing. I hate that crap. I’m also not into lace up shoes. Hell, I’m not into wearing shoes at all. Everything I do is done barefoot. Oh I wear something to take out the trash but beyond that I feel more comfortable barefoot. Even in the middle of winter.

The whole laying out your clothes the night before thing won’t work for me either. When I wake up in the morning the first thing on my agenda is a gasping run for the bathroom in which I usually run face first into some wall. Hey, I’m still asleep at that point. Then I come slowly out, moving like a tree sloth, with one eye half open thinking of nothing but caffeine. No not coffee… Dr Pepper. I usually turn towards the kitchen then remember I should get dressed. With that one eye still half open I quietly go into my room and dig through my dresser until I find my “uniform” for the day. Underwear, shorts and a tank top. I pull them on nearly falling on the floor most mornings. (I used to be a morning person but that changed sometime around my birthday. Go figure.) I then work my way back to where I was originally headed. The kitchen and Dr Pepper. After getting something to drink I stumble to my computer and flop into my chair. I then sit there stareing at my computer waiting for it to come on not realizing I haven’t turned the damned thing on yet. I turn it on and read news for an hour, check mail, etc. By then that one eye is completely open. It takes another 3 hours for the other one to open.

So you can see that I’m not flylady material. Kate seems to have some of it down. After reading her post I think I could do the 15 minute timed thing. I might have to try it.

I think.

I had secretly hidden a handful of them in a container with other pens and pencils to use for school. My Son, who can’t seem to keep track of his own, spotted them the other night. My pen radar went off like a claxon. I thought oh boy… here we go.

He snatched them out of the container telling me they were his. I reached out to take them back saying they were mine. (This probably sounds familiar for those Mothers out there who have siblings.) We ended up in an all out tug of war over MY dry erase markers. “Mine!” I whimpered. “Mine” he uttered. It went on for about 5 minutes. Then I suggested he find his school pouch. His markers are in it. He claimed not to know where it was. Rolling my eyes almost to the back of my head I said riiiighhhhtt. I walked
over and pulled his leap frog off of it. Lifting it to show him what I’d found. He dropped MY markers and grabbed his and went off to happily draw his woolly mammoths.

What has made me post about it is that last night he patted my cheek and told me I’m his favorite girl. Then he made a comment about being my BROTHER. lol

I can’t imagine how he’d get that idea…. do you?

I straightened him out about it and he was fine with being “my child” as he put it. lol