Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Confession: I have a laundry problem.

So. Confession time. I have a SERIOUS laundry problem.

I probably need to go to Laundry Haters Anonymous or something. I mean, it's bad. Like, BAD BAD.

It's so bad that a few months ago, my saint-like mother-in-law went to the laundromat with me and helped me do approximately FORTY loads of laundry at once. 

Yes, you read that right. 


I know, I'm disgusted with me too. Part of the problem, obviously, is that we have too many clothes. There was a time in my life when, rather than do laundry, I would simply go buy something new. Yes, really. I was that frivolous and ridiculous and lazy. So, to tackle my problem, step one is to get rid of some clothes.

I also am not very good at switching out clothes for the seasons. So, for example, right now there are sweaters laying around my house, despite the fact that it is 90 degrees outside. Step two, then, should be to box up off-season clothes, right?

And, the third thing that I know I can improve on is boxing up too-small clothing, rather than letting it linger in drawers, where it inevitably gets tried on, deemed to small, thrown on the floor, and eventually makes it back to the laundry pile. 

Something tells me that these three things still won't totally alleviate my problem, so I'm asking for help. 

Do you have a system to keep your laundry under control?

How many towels per person should a family have?

 How many loads of laundry do you do per week?

I don't mind washing and drying it, but do you know of a magic robot to fold and put away my clean laundry? 

Should I just throw away all of my clothes and make my family go naked to avoid this dreaded task?


Sunday, May 27, 2012

Things that handmade dresses are good for (or not) - a list

Things that handmade dresses are good for:

1. Vainly taking myspace-style photos of yourself in front of the mirror.

2. Hanging out around the house, vainly taking pictures of yourself and your hubby so you can show off your new specs.

3. Attending events at your local fabric store (more on this next week)

Things handmade dresses are NOT good for:

Jousting your husband and/or son.

About three seconds after this was taken, Bryan knocked me off the pedestal and I fell backwards several feet onto the ground, exposing all of my lady parts to the entire crowd.

 What's worse is that BEFORE I jousted Bryan, I jousted Riley. 

As I knocked Riley off the pedestal, he reached forward and grabbed the front of my dress AND my strapless bra, exposing my ta tas (yes, I just called them ta tas) to the whole crowd. 


SO, if you were at the Bogey Inn yesterday and witnessed these special moments, I apologize. I have learned my lesson.

Handmade dresses are NOT for jousting. 

Friday, May 25, 2012


I know things have been a little quiet around here lately, but one place you can find me (and probably see more of my life than you ever wanted to) is on Instagram (and if you aren't an Instagram user, I post lots of my photos to Twitter). I'm sort of addicted.

Here are some of my recent pictures, most of which have been taken while hanging out at my in-law's home. When Grandma and Grandpa have a pool, it's pretty much the best place to hang out in the summer!

And every once in awhile, you might actually catch a picture of me!

Are you on Instagram? What's your user name? You can find me under user name "epassias" (someone else already was using TheBoyTrifecta!).

Thursday, May 17, 2012

On mothering: Being there

Today is field day at Riley's school. The morning started with a walk-a-thon to raise money for Peletonia, followed by field day games and a family picnic at lunch. I volunteered for just an hour this morning to help with the walk, during which Riley basically ignored my presence. Because there were more volunteers than were needed, I felt pretty useless, but I loved watching the kids have fun and raise money for a good cause. I certainly didn't feel like my presence added any value to Riley's day - it didn't seem that he cared that I was there. 

After a few hours of work, I headed back to school for the family picnic. Riley and I found an empty table, which quickly filled with Riley's friends, none of whose parents came to the picnic. They started talking to me about how their parents "never came to anything", that their parents "didn't even know what happened at school"*. Riley and I listened quietly while the kids talked, and one boy got up and walked away in tears. 

It. Was. Heartbreaking. 

When there was a lull in the conversation, Riley looked up from his food, sat up straight, and said,

"Well, my parents are here all the time, for everything."

And he smiled at me. 

He wasn't bragging - his friends know this. Bryan coaches two of those boys in soccer, I coach his basketball team, and I've sat at the lunch table with Riley and his friends more times than I can count. During nearly ALL of those lunches, I felt invisible, like he really didn't care that I came to have lunch with him. I know Bryan frequently feels unappreciated, and sometimes down right abused by the boys he coaches. More than once I've wondered if it was worth it to continue to take time out of my day to show up to lunch, to spend hours on the evenings and weekends coaching boys in sports and trying to mold them into respectful, resilient young men. Today, I got my answer.

It is worth it. 

Showing up, even if he rolls his eyes at me, ignores me, disrespects me - IT MATTERS. 

I know the future holds many more eye rolls, many more disrespectful comments, many more moments when I feel like my presence is unwanted, or doesn't matter. And in those moments, I'm going to hold on tight to this memory, and remember that 

*I'm not judging these parents, or suggesting that they are absent from the lives of their children. I know many of them, and they are loving parents and lovely people. They, like so many working parents, have schedules that prevent them from being at school during the school day. I'm also not suggesting that I am somehow a better parent than they are. I am simply fortunate to be in a position where my schedule is flexible enough to permit me to show up and be ignored at Riley's school. :)
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