My house is really looking good these days. I haven’t gotten the “exquisitely dressed wife” part worked out yet but dinner has been made, the house clean, and the kids as sweet and clean smelling as I can get them. Today I got all my wash done- including all the blankets and pillows -and I polished off all the ironing and mending. Woo Hoo for me. All this housewifey stuff doesn’t leave much time for blogging though. Hmmm… I wonder if the answer to being the perfect housewife is an Internet Use policy like I used to have at work?
Tomorrow I plan to tackle the basement storage area. It’s really just a small storage closet but I’ve got it packed to the roof with stuff that I had planned to sell in a big yardsale that never quite came together. So, I’ll have to sort through what’s staying and the rest is going to Goodwill.
Yesterday was my baby’s birthday. Nine years old and not much of a baby anymore. We had our standard family birthday thing - dinner, presents, cake and ice cream. Vicki and Amber came over to help celebrate and my 2 new “daughters”, Jamie and Adree, came over too. We had homemade pizza - Violet’s favorite meal. Steve finally found a pizza crust recipe that comes real close to a Frank & Pat’s crust (the best in the world!) and I’ve gotten pretty good at making it. It’s a recipe that uses LARD (amazingly you can buy it at the grocery store) but not very much.
Violet declared it THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!! There was much shrieking and screaming for joy as she opened her presents. After spending a lot of time and effort finding what you think is a great gift, you kind of expect them to open it up and, I don’t know, break out into a brief musical number detailing their joy and gratitude. That rarely happens but last night was just like that - except you know without the song.
Now I just have to survive the Lazer tag party on Saturday. I’m utterly exhausted just thinking about getting through it. I still haven’t assembled the mandatory gift bags. I really hope it goes well. I’d hate to be known throughout Joplin as the mom who throws pathetic birthday parties.
I cleaned out
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