Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Thinking outside the box.

I've decided to simulcast some of the posts from my private blog. Forgive me if you find these mundane, but I thought some of you might like to take a peek into the life of a mother of seven. Some of these will be out of date order, I will randomly just pick a post and throw it up here for you all to see. Enjoy, and don't forget to comment!

Thinking outside the box.

What do you do when your 6 yo wants to sleep in her uniform?
After her bath at night, Noelle gets dressed in her uniform shirt, tie, socks, and "under the skirt shorts". All she has to do in the morning is slip her jumper on and shuffle downstairs for breakfast.
I've told her she's allowed, as long as she doesn't tell anybody at school. :-) (And here I am telling all of you ...) The way I figure it, she isn't wrinkled because the shirts are polyester, and who cares anyway? Some of those kids go to school looking like orphans, as have mine on occasion. And the real reason I let her? Because she's really come up with something very smart ... why shouldn't I support it?
She and I actually think alike. I purposefully buy knit shorts and t-shirts for my boys to sleep in during the summer, so that when they wander out at 7am to go play, no one knows they aren't dressed! It's pretty ridiculous how much time we moms spend doing and undoing things all day, every day -- just because that's the way it "should be done." I love it when someone discovers that something different works for them, and has the courage to do it.
I've only started making my bed in the last couple of years because during the early years, when I had a million things to do every minute, I took care of what was most important first. Somehow the bed never floated up from last on that list. I make it now because it feels like a luxury to actually have the time to do it, and also because it gives me a psychological headstart to my day. If you're a fan of Flylady, it's my "shiny sink" of the upstairs ... and everywhere, actually.
Besides that, it's my method of choice for driving my husband crazy and testing his love for me. He just hates all the pillows on our bed, and when he grumbles about them I smile and tell him to deal with it because I'm worth it. He always agrees. :-)

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