My crazy has gone new places...

So if I ever wondered if my cleaning had some OCD tendicies, the wondering is now over.

To begin... we are getting a refrigerator for the garage today. I am so excited because the one inside this house is a P.O.S. It freezes my fruits and veggies all the time, and I currently have a glacier in the bottom of the freezer composed of ice and frozen chicken thighs (bone-in). Back to the point, in order to make room for the new fridge, I had to clean out a place in the garage. Once I started, I couldn't stop.

It all started with rearranging some things and then I was going to do a light sweeping. I need explain to some of my Florida friends the difference between the dirt here in CO and the sand in FL. During the winter, Denver does not salt their roads, they lay down gravel. This mixes with the snow and creates what we fondly call, dirt-cicles. These dirt-cicles cling to the wheel wells and underside of your car. When you pull into your garage, they fall off and melt. When the water drains off, you are left with piles of very fine dust. So what started out as sweeping turned into a battle between me and this dust. I swept and swept. Finally, when I realized it wasn't going to happen, I did it... got out my vacuum.

Now, I have never actually vacuumed my garage before - not literally. I have used the shop vac, yes, but not my trusty Meile. The shop vac is meant for outdoorsy stuff. My best friend, Meile, isn't. She did her best and before I knew it, I was using the extensions to get all the cracks and behind the shelves. I think I went a little overboard - IT'S THE GARAGE! Anyway, I am not saying you could eat off it... well, not until I get out the mop ;)

Jewels up the nose...

Just a quick one here but necessary for posterity sake. Regan pulled another one... She is the child that required a call to poison control 3 times in two weeks - on more than one occasion. Oh, that child! Tonight she was playing with her jewels and next thing I know, she comes running over to me - CRYING! I cannot understand what she is saying but I finally assume she has done something bad and hurt herself. The only thing that I can imagine is that she put one of her jewels up her nose. I was right! I felt her right sinus cavity and, yep, felt a little bump in there.

I started to run through what to do at this point and I realize that the ER is going to be packed on Sunday evening. Then, I remember, duh - blow your nose!!!!! She blew that little sucker right out and it landed in her lap. She then proceeded to feel the snot coming out of her nose, laugh and then eat it. Tender moments!

Another bites the dust... well, weekend that is

I can't decide how I want to wrap up this weekend. I have had too much caffeine to relax. I am typing this, aren't I? Oh, yeah, and who knew that the word caffeine doesn't follow the rule: "i before e except after c except for the cases of neighbor and weigh". Thank goodness for spell check! Back on track. I could go for a walk but it is really cold (excuses excuses) or I could finish sewing the aprons for the girls. Seriously, none of those sound as good as plopping my butt down on the couch and watching TV.

We practiced soccer at the field by our house today. Laney missed soccer Friday and Saturday due to a late April snow. We figured we would get in a little exercise, but jeez, what misery! I hope Delaney's whining is just a stage, but I have a feeling it is here to stay for awhile. She continues to tell me she doesn't want to play, but I had to spend $110 for her to join. Also, I got no uniform with that, so it was even more out of pocket at Sports Authority. She will just have to stick it out.

Mark came back from Tampa on Friday after being gone for 10 days. It is always a challenge to get everyone back into the regular routine, especially when it is straight into a weekend. Monday is back to work, so hopefully, all will fall back into step.

Princess Nightmares

So today was just a normal day sparkled with a few unusual events. I was awoken by Regan "screaming" for me at about 4AM. When I went into her room, she was sobbing and finally managed to tell me that she had eaten, yes, eaten Sleepy Beauty and Belle. I consoled her and climbed back into her bed with her, all the while, trying to explain what dreams are to a 3 year old. I slept with her for the rest of the morning in the hopes she would be ok come sun-up.

She made it the rest of the day just great. We spoke a couple of times about the "princess eating dream" and how it can be frightening. I was pretty sure she got the concept until she came to me at 6 PM with her Cinderella doll. Now, Cinderella is about 3 to 4 inches tall and hard but slightly bendable plastic. Regan also has Sleeping Beauty and Belle to round out her collection. Again, she started with her insistence that she ate her other two dolls. At this point, I begin to worry. I am wondering if she really was dreaming or did she somehow manage to choke down two plastic dolls and then wake up in the night feeling guilty about it. I sit with her and establish that she last saw the dolls in her bed but then they got lost... "no, no, not lost - eaten." I begin to panic but then get a clever idea. I ask her to please show me how she ate them by demonstrating with her "left over" Cinderella doll.

She says, "I can't eat her, she's too hard."

I feel slightly relieved, but then say, "Then how did you eat the other two dolls? They were just as hard."

She says, "I just crunched them down."

OK, so nothing really to go on there. I told her to go downstairs and I would try to find them.

She says, "Yes, help me find them in my tummy." UGHHH!

This would all be funny if I wasn't so paranoid and hypersensitive about health related issues.

I start tearing her room apart and after a few minutes of uncovering all kinds of missing apparel and health and beauty aids, I find the two dolls. WHEW!!!!

I brought her up and she immediately started to giggle with relief. I have never seen a 3 year old express relief before. It was memorable and sweet. We sat and talked some more about dreams and how they can feel real.

She then asked, "What are dreams, Mommy?"

We'll save that one for another day. I am just happy we didn't end up in the ER getting X rays of her abdomen in search of 2 missing princesses.