Primarily written by Adrienne, a homeschooling mother of seven, ages 10 and under. She chronicles life, laughs, struggles, and lessons learned as she raises a larger-than-most sized family and tries to figure out what she's doing day by day.

With occasional posts, Alexandra, Adrienne's older sister, writes of her ranch life in Nevada and raising four sons, ages 5 and under. Life is never dull and her boys have given her some pretty awesome stories to tell.

Stick around awhile, and you're sure to laugh, nod, smile, be encouraged, and see what life is like with a big (little) family.


Meanderings of an overtired mind.

I drank coffee yesterday afternoon. Free samples from Taster's Choice, mmm. But I digress. Coffee - at 3 pm. At 1:30 am, when I was chattering Blaine's nearly-asleep ear off, I remembered. Apparently even 3pm is too late for caffeine. At 6 am Ruby reminded me of that, when she was ready to get up. More coffee, anyone?

Back in the day of riches of fame... well, neither riches or fame, but in the day that we owned our house and had a dishwasher - riches enough for me! - I shopped at Sam's Club. When we moved, my 96 oz bottle of Jet-Dry and 128 oz bottle of Cascade dishwasher soap came with me. You know, because a dishwasher certainly awaited me in my new home. Right? Not so much. For those of you who saw the first home that awaited me in PA... feel free to laugh. I'll wait.

So, no dishwasher at the first place. Or the second. Or the third. So finally, three and a half years in, I gave those two bottles of dishwasher necessaries away and gave up on machines that might wash all these dishes for me. That was a couple months ago. So now, while whether the next place has a dishwasher or not remains to be seen - because what the next place is remains to be seen - I'm remembering that rule that says change happens as soon as you sink into the reality of the here and now. And I'm thinking that if getting rid of that dishwasher soap was what it took to get out of this place, I'd have done it, say, 3 years sooner. Stinkin' soap.

So I've been packing. If it's not nailed down or absolutely (and I do mean absolutely) necessary, it's getting packed. The girls got up this morning to see all their DVD's packed. So sad. I didn't remind them of all the VHS tapes in the CD cabinet. Is that mean?

I bought a giant pack of Sharpie's to label boxes with. Did I mention I'm packing everything that's not nailed down? Umm, yeah. I'll label that box just as soon as I figure out which one has the Sharpie's... In all seriousness, I kept two old ones out. That better be enough. Really didn't think that one through.

Just to confirm moving out of this house, for the first time ever in the two years we've lived here, a mouse came running out of the kitchen the night before last. I was sitting at the computer, he ran straight for me, between my feet. Oh. My. Blaine! I called him, he was on his way home from work, and he came in and headed to the basement for traps. I felt slightly bad for the wayward mouse, but he picked the wrong house to venture into, sorry. Blaine started setting traps, and the thing went running back across the dining room into the kitchen. Blah! Mr. Mouse is no more - and the floor is mopped. Yuck. Strangely enough, when I first saw him I thought it was George the hamster - until I realized Mr. Mouse had a tail. And no, it was not the least bit gross when it was George. Beats me.

"Mom, how do we say goodbye to our friends if we can't kiss them or hug them?"
"Why can't you hug them?"
"Umm, I don't know."
"I think you can hug your friends."
"Oh. Okay! But I'm not going to hug the neighbors, because they stink."
Okay, baby girl. Whatever suits you.
Does anyone need me to mention that that was Eden? Didn't think so. I'm just glad she told me that tidbit, and not the neighbors. That I know of, anyway.


Jennifer said...

Yep, knew it was Eden. :) She very well may have told the neighbors too, for all you know. :)

Adrienne said...

I know - that's a pretty likely possibility. Eden's one of a kind. :)