The Daily Toilings Of A Part Time Stay At Home Mom

Ain't she a beauty! Do you want to hear something that I think is cool?  No.  Well I am gonna tell you anyways.  When we bought our house exactly one year ago, I knew that there was crap stuff that was going to get left in the 3 out buildings that are on the property.  Out buildings is simply a nice term for shack or chicken coop--although one of them was a large barn, so that was nice.  And when we got done signing our next 30 years away and shaking the hands of the previous owners, whom I should have given a swift kick in the rear end, we went back to our new home and began the process of digging though 100 years of back yard shack crap.  I mean there is easily a 18 wheeler load of junk in and UNDER these buildings.  Old boards, gardening pots, ancient shipping crates, coffee cans full of bolts, nuts, and nails, the list is endless.  Most of it is just what I said-junk.  Not to say that there haven't been a ...

Well after thinking that we got by unscathed by Irene's wrath I got a call this morning that my parents beloved boat was floating upside down on the mooring at Flyers Marina in P-Town.  I have collected some great shots of the old girl and I will share them here.  Although it was very infrequent that I would get to enjoy a day out at sea with her, she always made sure it was a memorable one and that we all got to land safely, even when the sea threw 6 footers at us.  So long mate.

Well New Hampshire might take it in the pooper when it comes to snow but Massachusetts takes it in the pooper when it comes to hurricanes.  As far as I am concerned Hurricane Irene was a big "whatever".  Judging from the pictures that are popping up on Facebook though, Massachusetts had a good show.  The most we had was some pretty hard rain and a few strong gusts of wind...Oh and a basement full of water but what else is new?.  I don't think I have EVER seen my basement dry...well except when we first looked at the house...figures. I was so disappointed that we loaded the kids in the truck and went LOOKING for trouble.  Just to find absolutely nothing.  Not even a tree down. All Irene had to offer us here in Wilton was a wet basement, a new in-ground swimming pool, and a catalpa branch next to the swing set.   So I guess I can empty my tub and call it a night.  So here you have it.  The forecast for this evening. ...

Well did we ever go out last night.  Countyfest did not let us down.  It was amazing, even with possibly the worst seats in the house.  We literally sat in the highest, furthest section in Gillette Stadium.  When the ticket scanner looks at you and says, "have a nice walk, you should be there in a half an hour"  you know your probably a cheap skate.  By the time we got to our seats though I wouldn't have wanted to sit anywhere else.  We not only had a great view of the stage (distant as it was) but also a gorgeous sunset to take in.  I was blissed out to say the least.  We settled in with our concert neighbors, a nice couple who enjoyed screaming, yelling, and drunk dancing as much as moi and we were off.  That was until some turdy college doofus decided that his pre-game might have been a little too hard and began his vomiting.  Of which I stood for all of about 10 seconds before I told the said idiots friends that if t...

Here is a subject for ya.  How big do you want your family to be?  Good ole common sense says if you must, replace yourselves and call it a day.  Or maybe your common sense says, "bring babies into this crazy world?...no thanks".   Some people may even say, "as many as the good Lord will provide" (gag).  I mean come on, there has to be some sort of limit.  Unless you have a crazy amount of money or an insane amount of help (neither of which I have).  But here is the dilemma.  How do you get comfortable being DONE?   You know, finished, grateful, and satisfied that you have rented out your womb for the last time.  I, for one, am enthusiastically finished most of the time.  Like 98% of the time...but there is always that 2% somewhere in the deepest most psychotic parts of my brain, that like to play games with me late at night after one too many glasses of wine.  This conversation came u...

A couple little thoughts... This is the first time in about 5 years that we are NOT in the middle of moving.  I can not explain what a relief that is.  There is nothing worse then moving.  It is bad enough when you just have to move your own junk but add into that a husband and two kids and you have a recipe for at least one nervous breakdown a day...if not more.  Luckily for us, the last two moves we used a moving company and I can not rave enough about the benefits both mentally and physically.  Yes it is expensive and if we had to pay for it...well we would not have had them but boy if we ever, god forbid, have to move again I think I would contemplate raking up some credit card debt just to not have to pack and lug my own junk.  Yes I said pack.  I honest to god did not care if some sweaty weirdo was packing my delicates...really, that's how much I hate packing. People lie when they say the 2's are the worst.  ...

Noah and Connors birthday bash is now a distant memory.  A birthday party that I hope they will recall as one of their best.  The memories might become vague as the years pass but they certainly won't forget the highlights, hunting for bears with their "shotguns", and getting a lawn tractor ride from Grammy and uncle Steven.  But who knows, maybe it will be the pool or the lawn games they played that will stick in their minds, all I know is they will be hard pressed to have a funner kiddo birthday.  The party was also a good chance for Dov and I to work on the yard a bit more and I think that the house looked nice.  With a yard the size of ours it is a wonder that either of us made it out of bed the morning of the party.  From the mowing to the weeding, not to forget the stacking of wood and cleaning of the garage all the way down to  making sure the chickens lov...