Housewife Stuff
I rejoined FLYlady. I was on the FLYlady list three years ago (I counted) before it had it’s own website and was so large. It seems more organised now than it was then. The emails are shorter and to the point. Back then I remember the owner had emails of testimonials and stories about what she did with her day-basically like and email blog.While I think the owner is fantastic for what she does, I really could care less about her thoughts on life in other aspects. I was quite happy with the system then, but after I had my routines down pat, the reminders became unnecessary,and the email became redundant. I unsubbed because I felt I did not need an inbox full of emails to read keeping me from my daily duties. Since I had Gorbulas, my old routines I have found are no longer adequate because of the extra person and especially because of the extra attention my second youngest toddler seemed to need. So here I am back to being a “FLYbaby”. I do wholeheartedly recommend the system.
In other news, I have a cute story. Rosey Posey was doing an assignment about the 1st Amendment of the Constitution and how it pertained to newspapers, Posco was doing his math work Fastolph was listening to Pure Disco 2 or Radio Disney on the headphones and Gorbulas was in baby heaven knocking board books off the shelf, and looking at them. I took the opportunity to go make the boy’s beds. After a few minutes, Gorbulas realised I was out of eyeshot and began to get hysterical. I heard him crawling down the hallway looking for me, all panicked. I ran out of the boys bedroom scooped him up, Poor Baby. Instantly he threw his chubby little arms around me and quieted down.
I know you should not have children for some pathetic sense of self aggrandizement, but to have someone feel about you like that sure is an ego booster. I often think I am so blessed to have someone who feels that way about me. I do not understand this part of the birth control/abortion movement-how is it people don’t always want babies around?
I suppose I am not sounding very down to earth. To even out the “oh, life is so wonderful being a mother”ness of this blog, while I was nursing Gorbulas to sleep, Fastolph treated himself to a hunk of chocolate cake and left a trail of chocolate cake crumbs leading to the living room-I guess in case he needed to find his way home…