On Saturday I woke bright and early to shower and pack my car for a long day in Freddy.
On Saturday I arrived at a charity yard sale to help with set up to discover that I was superfluous (ha!). The women who had organized it had done SO well and so many people had turned out to help that I was just blown away. It really was heartwarming. I did what I could but definitely felt like an extra.
On Saturday I left the yard sale mid-morning to meet with this family in the park. O has grown SO much in just a few short months. I was delighted to see him again and get some smiles from him. I hope the CAMERA got some smiles too (I know it did--I've uploaded the photos and flagged my faves, but still have to do the edits.).
On Saturday I left the park happy and went to the Toyota dealership to test drive a Corolla. It was such a smooth, QUIET ride....actually the quiet was a problem because I kept looking at the speedometer and going "oops" and having to take my foot off the gas. Oops. The salesman there was very friendly and took the time to answer ALL of my questions intelligently and fairly. Great experience.
On Saturday I also went to the Honda dealership to test drive the new Civic. It was like coming home! I love the new Civic (we currently have a '98 Civic). Comfy and roomier than the old, with everything right where I expected it to be so I didn't have to adjust myself to controls in different places. Noisier than the Corolla (much) but the noise was familiar and I could tell how fast I was going without even glancing at the speedometer (which I still did occasionally just to confirm). The salesman there though was patronizing and superior (in a friendly sort of way). Just too salesman-y. I didn't like him. Sorry! Phoned Hubby and told him I'm tempted to buy the Corolla just because I liked the salesman better. I'm so tired of being spoken down to just because I'm a woman who has chosen family over career. This does not mean I'm short on brain cells people!
On Saturday I went back to the yard sale to discover it bustling. When I asked what I could do no one had any jobs for me, so I decided to keep moving. I wanted to do more but it was obvious that I wasn't needed.
On Saturday my LSS celebrated their first birthday with 25% off store wide and free hot dogs, cake and popcorn. I would like to say to my husband before he sees the credit card statement that I saved a LOT of money with that 25% off! And I used a gift certificate to slash the price even further. AND I ate for free, so I saved money that I would have had to spend on lunch otherwise. I think it's important that we focus on the savings. Also: sparkly thickers. I was powerless.
On Saturday I managed to run a couple of other errands. I was getting tired and was afraid if I sat down I wouldn't get up again, so I just kept on going. Sidenote: SkeeterVac tac stuff is expensive but worth every penny.
On Saturday I returned to help clean up from the yardsale to find that, once again, no real jobs for me. They even had clean-up super organized! So I went inside to help set up for a wedding reception instead. There I finally felt useful, and got to be amazed as I watched the design come together. I just have to say that my friend Tasha is GENIUS and that the tables looked SO pretty! I felt like I was in an English garden for tea time!
On Saturday I laughed with friends, celebrated marriage and new love, and ate way too many delicious scones with apple jelly. YUM!
On Saturday I got to slip away with the newlyweds for a photoshoot. HOW FUN! I'll talk about it more when I post their sneak peek, but it was DELIGHTFUL to hang out with this couple. In a perfect world I would do nothing but take photos of newborns and newlyweds all day, with time out for flowers and sunsets. You wouldn't even have to pay me. I got such a high from all the love in the air!
On Saturday I thought I had lost my memory cards (again!). I couldn't find them in my bag and I had lost them once before. I thought it was happening all over again. PANIC!!! I ran all around the park searching for the--only to discover they had slipped down in my camera bag and gotten wedged behind my padding where I couldn't see them. Ha ha. Fun times! (Not)
On Saturday I got to find out how fun it is to walk down a busy road with a bride in her dress. Lots of honking! It made me giggle a little.
On Saturday I phoned my Hubby to tell him my exhausting but delightful day was done and to make a date with him for burgers and season 2 of Life while snuggling on the couch. The kids had been giving him a run around all day but were finally playing quietly and would be in bed by the time I got home. We both deserved the break.
On Saturday I drove home with aching feet and a smile on my face.
On Saturday I was met at the door by my Hubby who said that "I already cleaned up a lot of it", and suggested that I might want to go upstairs to see what our children had done.
(On Saturday I thought of just turning around then and there and driving off again. Whatever was up those stairs would not be good. I could tell by his face.)
On Saturday I almost went into shock when I went up the stairs. Nothing I had imagined had prepared me.
On Saturday our children went crazy. They had a waterfight upstairs. But they weren't content with jsut water--NO--they found unopened bottles of shampoo and conditioner to squirt. By the time I finished gathering up the empties there were two (new and unopened) bottles of shampoo, half a bottle of conditioner, several travel bottles of shampoo/hand lotion/body wash, half a tube of hair gel and most of a bottle of hair spray emptied out. Onto the CARPETS. Oh, and the bed. And the bathroom floor. And of course all the water. ALL. THE. WATER. They had had a lot of fun. They even found my small stash of makeup and tried out a little lipstick on the walls and doors.
On Saturday I threw out several puzzles, books and toys that had been destroyed by the toilettries carnage. I began loads of laundry that all needed to start with a pre-emptive rinse cycle to get the bubbles out. I debated whether I was more upset with the kids for doing this or the husband for leaving them alone long enough to destroy so very much.
On Saturday I sent out Facebook calls for help while Hubby began the labourious task of cleaning the carpets. By hour two I had pretty much forgiven him. (Up until now our kids have been very good and you could let them play for 20 minutes or more without even peeking at them. They never got into trouble. Apparently they were lulling him into a false sense of security. And hearing what they were up to the rest of the day, I can't blame him for wanting to celebrate the peace and quiet instead of realizing that it meant trouble. Apparently this is something you learn, and this was his chance to learn it.) By hour four I was in awe that he just kept working away at those carpets. I was so tired I could weep and he didn't look much better, but he kept at it. I spelled him for hour five so that he could get his shower and rinse off all the toys while I tried to clean the last of the soiled carpet.
On Saturday Sunday we fell into bed, exhausted and with soaking wet carpets. Neither of us had the energy to do more than tumble into a restless sleep and hope that appropriate solutions would come to us in our dreams.
***************************************** Today is Tuesday. I'm still sore, still tired, and our kids have lost just about every privledge they ever had. Our carpets are finally dry (and smell GREAT by the way) but I'm still doing laundry and still have the bathroom to rinse/scrub). I also have photo edits from those two Saturday shoots to do. So this was a no-photo post and the next two will be sneak peeks (almost exclusively photos). Stay tuned!
Back in April I was getting bored and itchy for a photoshoot. I had just read a bunch of websites and blogs that ALL talked about how great a patio door was for a light source. I thought to myself that I HAVE a patio door that I usually ignore as a light source, so why don't I grab a kid and try it?*
(*Answer? Because the patio door faces onto our very small kitchen and a stove is not the prettiest backdrop in the world.)
I put on my nifty fifty and debated as to whether or not to try to rig up a backdrop. I decided to just wing it and see if I could blur out the background enough.
Then I asked for a model.
Those kids of mine? The ones that hate to have their photos taken? It must have been a really boring day because suddenly they were fighting over who got to have their photo taken. So I had to break up some fights.
Then I started taking them one at a time.
Out came the cheese faces:
Wow. Fake smiles and a beautiful stove background. I'm underwhelmed. And underexposed I think. And the kids are bickering again.
I know! Girls! Let's get you both together!
Oh forget it!
How about the Princess and our Boy?
Now we're getting somewhere!
But now Sweetpea is feeling left out. How about one with the flash?
Ewwww! On camera flash is the devil!
What's that? Oh, now the Princess is back, and she has props.
She likes to do that. Get props and hold them directly in front of her face. And then she looks down. She seems to think it makes her cuter. Makes ME crazy.
Are you kidding me?
What's that? The girls want to play again?
Nice girls. Really nice. Listen, why don't we just quit for the day? Obviously this was a crazy idea.
Oh, Sweetpea wants one last photo.
Ok, but only if you hold still, and no cheese!
Yikes! Princess just popped up over her shoulder out of nowhere! Girl, you better not have ruined.....
What magic is this?
Let's do it again!
Around this point they all wanted to take turns taking photos. They would climb up on my lap and I'd help hold the camera while they took photos of each other. Really bad photos. Actually, Sweetpea got one goodish one:
Then the Boy started trying to get as close as he could to the camera. Closer and closer until I was lying on the floor pushing him away. Which then turned into photos taken while I hoist them up in the air with my feet:
THEN they tried sneaking between my legs in between hoists:
And that spelled the end.
But it was all worth it. Not only did I get to do a little practice, but we used up a good hour being silly and giggling together. It was fun, it cost us nothing, and I got this:
This may just be my favourite photo taken this year. Those of you on Facebook have already seen it, and a few people have asked me how I got it. Now you know the sad sad tale.
I promise that if I come see you for a photo shoot I'm much better behaved AND I have better luck too.
The title of this blog comes from my best friend's mom; who critiqued my high school English journal as "full of superfluous fluff". This is where I embrace all that fluff and share it with you in its pure, unedited, rambling glory.