The Magician Doesn't Live Here Anymore

Dark thick clouds had taken over the sky signaling a storm was brewing.  The forecast was calling for heavy rains and possible tornadoes, but the boys were adamant that we continue on to the library as we had planned.

"But Mommy, you promised we could go to the library today." Says the oldest.

"Yeah, Mommy, you promised me too." Chimes the youngest.

"Yes, boys, but look at the dark, gloomy sky and now it has started to rain. Can't we go later, if it clears off? Or maybe even tomorrow? They are forecasting a bunch of serious storms across TN today, so let's be safe and stay home." That was me trying to reason with them ... I lost them at Yes, boys, but.

Killian wishes the magician still lived at the library.

We drive off into the sprinkling rain. By the time we reach the library the radio is listing off a series of counties under a tornado watch. Ours included. Sometimes, I am just that desperate to get out of the house with them. Tornado warnings won't even keep me home!

I didn't grow up with tornado warnings or watches ... I grew up with hurricane warnings. Most of those down graded to a tropical storm when they hit the icy North Atlantic. Except for Hurricane Juan  of course. That was different.

We rushed (really, more like I rushed, they just dawdled) into the library and we deposited our last week's library books on the return counter, and moved into the children's section. I instructed them to pick out two books each, explaining that we needed to hurry because of the tornado watch. I try not to use scare tactics unnecessarily, but sometimes it's the only way I can convey to them the sense of urgency at hand. And we really were under a tornado watch, so I needed to get us back home ASAP.

As we walked up to the check-out counter Killian, the youngest, starts talking about the magician we saw perform at the library. That was last summer, but he still remembers. He passes his two books to the librarian and tells her, "The magician doesn't live here anymore. He lives at another library now." Both the librarian and I had a good chuckle.

As we were walking out the door  back into the pounding rain, Killian goes on to tell me, "Mommy, I sure wish the magician still lived at this library." Rather than ruin the moment with a long-winded explanation about how the magician doesn't really live at the library but just performs there occasionally,  I just smiled and said "So do I, sweetie, so do I."

Homeschooling Sessions

Today's math lesson. Both boys really enjoy math, so it tends to be what we work on the most. I figure I'll leave the least favorite lessons, like writing, to their Kindergarten teacher! They also like the dry erase boards, and I do too, since they are reusable. Much better value than workbooks, but I still keep a variety of those around to mix it up occasionally.  

I immediately started fretting when I learned  of my first born's  August 30th due date.  The online gestational calculator agreed with my OB/GYN, so there wasn't much chance of it being wrong.  I definitely didn't want to be pregnant any longer than necessary, especially during a brutally hot KS summer, but it would also be much better if the baby arrived AFTER Sept 1st.

I tried discussing my fears with Bill, but his response was simply, "are you worrying about that NOW? The baby is the size of a pinto bean and you're obsessing about this already? We'll discuss THAT a FEW years from now." And, in his mind, the subject was discussed and over with. One of the many things I love about him -  his decisiveness.

But I worried, obsessed, and brooded over it constantly. Secretly at first, and then when I could no longer hold in my anxiety, I started discussing it with EVERYONE I knew.

We were living in Kansas at the time. The Kindergarten cut-off there is Sept 1st, so all kiddos entering Kindergarten must turn 5 BEFORE Sept 1st, and here I was faced with an August 30th due date. I was hoping that I would go past my projected due date, by a few days, so that I wouldn't have to decide to "hold" my child back a year. But, in the end, my 9.5 lb bundle of blue arrived on August 27th. Arghhhhh .. just 3 days before the Kindergarten cut-off. Now by golly I had a HUGE decision to make. What was I to do?

Bill's response ... "We'll decide when the time comes." Oh how I wish I could make decisions so easily!!

Well, "the time came" last August and we had to decide. Now, of course, we were living in Tennessee and the cut-off for Kindergarten here is Oct 1st! I needed to decide if the different cut-off dates mattered ... would an extra 30 days really make that much of a difference either way?  In the end, we decided not to send him to Kindergarten.  We felt that at not quite five-years-old, another year at home and preschool would be a good thing. Especially for maturity.

Since we didn't send him to Kindergarten this past fall, I felt it was important to take an active role in in getting him ready for Kindergarten next year.  I like to do unstructured homeschooling - meaning that it's pretty loosey-goosey! Some days we do a 10 minute lesson, none the next, and then maybe an hour the following day. You get the disorderly gist of it. There is no set curriculum.

The iPad has also come in handy for homeschooling. Both boys  love to play on the iPad ( I mean who doesn't???) and there are a ton of free, or very inexpensive, educational preschool/elementary apps. Just this afternoon, Liam came to me and said he wanted to play a learning game. How could I say no to, "Mommy, can I play one of the math learning games on your iPad?" I'd much rather have them playing something educational  than the all too popular Angry Birds. Of course, I'm OK with those types of games too as long as they are age appropriate and played in moderation. I'm especially OK with them if we have a long wait somewhere!!

Journal Less -- Blog More

Just the other day I was writing a blog post, and I started thinking about how my life could be broken down into three basic segments:

1. The Diary Years
2. The Journal Years
3. The Blogging Years

Like so many young girls, I kept a diary ... one of those with the pink padded fabric, adorned with flowers or butterflies. Complete with the little silver  lock and key. Inside, the pink padded covers, the pages contained all my inner most, deepest thoughts. Mostly about BOYS. I was undoubtedly boy crazy, much to my father's dismay. Luckily, I outgrew my fascination with boys, much to my father's relief. I do find it a bit ironic that I'm now raising two boys of my own. I'm sure my father has thoughts on that too, but graciously keeps them to himself.

The next phase was my journaling years. As a young adult, I kept a leather-bound journal containing snippets of what was going on in my life at that time. It helped me to make sense of the world around me, as I waded through first jobs, settling into married life, figuring out how to be an adult. But, mostly, it's where I poured my heart out about the unexpected death of my mother. My journal was where I worked through the mountainous pile of emotions brought on by grief. My journal was my therapist. It helped me come to terms with her death, which was a pivotal point in my life. Her death has definitely shaped and defined much of my life since.

Then as I entered my forties, my journal became a web log. Then just a blog. Over the past five years I've been busy raising a family, so I haven't been blogging consistently. However, now that my boys are five and almost four, I find that my arms and hands aren't as busy holding babies, changing diapers, removing fiery, tantrum throwing toddlers from public view; therefore, I'm able to devout a bit more time to it. The biggest change is that the diaries and journals were private in nature, and the blog is public.

I've been privately blogging for a little over a year now. Bill tells me that since I blog, in private, it's really more of a journal - a web based journal. I tell him to mind his business, and stop snooping over my shoulder. I'm just a girl, a wife and mother, trying to find her inner writer's voice. You know, before I go all public and stuff.

Before this blog, I had started a couple of other blogs, but can't remember the names or even locate them on the WWW anymore. I've changed the name, design and content of my current blog many times. I'm almost ready to come out of the blog closet, and share the link  to my blog, but not today. Today, I'm busy trying to hone my writing skills. You know, before I go all public and stuff.

And currently my new mantra is: Journal Less - Blog More!

Not So Spontaneous Valentine's Day Lunches

But ughhh ... again with the rain, I don't like it. Sunshine is my drug. I'm an addict. It gives me a natural high. I can't help but smile and feel good on sunny days. Gloomy, overcast days put me in a funk.

I called my walking partner, on this wet, dreary Valentine's Day to cancel our Tuesday morning walk, but she talked me into taking an umbrella and going anyway. So we did. That's the great thing about an exercise partner, they hold you accountable and talk you into it when you are making excuses. As we were walking along, chatting, trying to skip water puddles and taking turns holding her massive umbrella I started to think about how Bill and I have fallen into a bit of a romantic slump. This is mostly my fault. I'm not the most romantic person. He asked what I wanted for Valentine's Day, I said nothing. I think it's just a commercialized holiday without any real value behind it. Now how unromantic does that sound? So during my walk, I decided I would call him and make a lunch date. I would drive downtown to meet him .. and we could sneak away for a nice little lunch ... boys are in school on Tues/Thurs, so this is a great opportunity to surprise him! And just as I was about to tell my walking partner my big plans, a red truck pulls up beside us, and the builder of our house sticks his head asking if he can swing by to do some of the repairs on our list ... well, dang, what to do now? That would mean no romantic Valentine's Day lunch. I told the builder to swing by and start working on the list. That's the practical, not so romantic, side of me coming through!

Once I get back home, Bill texts me to ask what I'm doing (which he rarely does) then I realize he's probably going to suggest lunch as well! Well, of course, I instantly felt bad. The builder, and two of his helpers, had just pulled in, and I doubted they'd finish in time for me to meet Bill and get back to pick the boys up at 2:30pm. Especially since part of the to do list was in our bathroom, and I hadn't showered yet. My hair was a bit damp from the rain, as well. The rain and my curly locks do not mix well .. it's a frizz fest when the two meet.

The builder left at 11:40, so I thought about scrambling into the shower and trying to get ready, or maybe just forgo the shower altogether, but I'd still need to change and freshen up at least a little. Bill and I decided, over a few texts, that we'd postpone our Valentine's lunch date until Thursday. That's the practical side of us both!

He did come home with 4 cupcakes to share with us, and I had cooked a nice dinner, which included roast pork, roasted potatoes and roasted green beans. All in all, it was a lovely little Valentine's Day, and spent just the way it should be .. understated and with the ones you love.

Traffic Violations

Oh you can bet that I was just a little shocked when we received this in the mail ...

And, just the other day I was thinking, to myself, how I hadn't had any traffic violations since moving to the USA. Well, except for that one other time I accidentally ran a red light and scuffed the bumper of another driver. But, can that really count against me, since the gentleman driving the other car didn't realize I had "rubbed his bumper" and he kept driving? I tried to chase him down . I Followed him to a parking lot - I wanted to confess my sin - but, he just pulled out of his parking spot as I was running after him, and I mean literally running after him. I left my then 6-month-old and 2-year-old in the car to run after him .. waving my hands and yelling "Please Mr. Please .. STOP, I think I scuffed your front bumper." He didn't notice me. I just stood there watching his taillights disappear, as he drove off. I immediately ran back to my car, jumped in and drove to the police station to turn myself in. The officer, on duty, was so nice .. and he was totally confused as to why I was there turning myself in if the other person didn't even know he had been hit. His exact words to me were, "Well, Mrs. Sitton, I'm not sure how to fill out the paperwork in this instance. Usually it's the other person coming in to report it, not the actual perp." Well, OK, maybe he didn't use the actual term "perp", but heck I like using "perp" whenever I can! Anyway, I filed my report, but no one ever ever came in to report it, so the case was closed after two weeks.

Now, in the case pictured above, I really thought the light was yellow, and THOUGHT it had turned red as I was going through the intersection, but according to the violation they sent me, which is shown above, it was in fact RED. OOOOOOPS .. My BAD!

Even though Bill's name appears on the violation, it was without a doubt me behind the wheel. When I first opened it and realized what it was, I immediately checked the date on the calendar. January 31st at 2:17 pm. That would be a Tuesday, and the boys get out of school at 2:30, so I was obviously on my way to pick them up.

There is something a bit startling about opening up a piece of mail and seeing your vehicle pictured there .. even more startling when you realize it's you running a red light .. I felt violated by the paper violation!

Luckily, in this case, no one was hurt. I really didn't intentionally run the red light, and do my best to follow the traffic laws. This is a good lesson for me. I need to pay closer attention when behind the wheel. There is always room for improvement!

Anyone else have one of these things arrive by mail?

Diaperless Bags

I am diaper bag FREE! I feel liberated and a couple of pounds lighter! For 5.5 years a diaper bag was my companion. The next best thing to a BFF. I did make the transition from a traditional diaper bag to a more fashionable tote/bag a couple of years ago, but the contents remained the same. My tote, or bag, was full of extra undies, socks, snacks, drinks & hot wheels. Because, let's face it, mother's of boys are required to carry around various types of wheels--you know, in case of a Hot Wheel emergency!

My new VB Hipster in Night and Day.

Today, I'm sporting a more trendy Vera Bradley Hipster! A Christmas present to myself. I love the versatility of the hipster, and honestly, I totally dig the hipster name! Yes, I realize that using the words "hip" and "dig" date me ... but, that's OK, I'm predisposed to this type of language. I can't help it. I don't want to help it. I'm the product of a late 1960's love making session, baby! So, really, I am just staying true to my conceptual roots. And now I'm bopping around, in my chair, with the lyrics to Bob Seger's "Night Moves" going on in my head.

My bag may be "diaper free" but I still have preschool boys and sometimes I need my hands free to help with various things, so the hipster really works. I realize that other moms are more into Coach bags and such, but there is something about the Vera Bradley line that really speaks to me. Just a ringing endorsement there, not paid!

But, whatever the label on my bag, I'm just glad to have it free of diapers ... and fruit snacks and little boy undies. Of course, if I dig deep enough, I'm sure I'll still come across a Hot Wheel or two ... maybe I'm not totally ready to have a bag all of my own .. maybe hot-wheel-free bags aren't "all that."

Hot Sudsy Laundry Confessions

It's crazy, I know, but I need to profess how much I love, love, love my fancy new washer and dryer. I can't even seem to put it into words. I rub them down, shine them up .. stop to admire them. The best looking set of twins EVER! I should mention, this is my first new set of laundry machines that I've owned. All the ones before this were previously owned. Sloppy seconds or maybe even thirds. So, the shiny newness of these two have me weak at the knees. It may even have something to do with the six, excruciatingly long months I spent at the laundromat, while we were living in the apartment, after first moving here.

Bill, being the trooper (or sucker) that he is, went with me for the first few trips to the laundromat. I felt so out of place, and I even said to him, with tears stinging my eyes, "I don't belong in the laundromat." He just chuckled and said, "No one does, honey." Then went on to tell me how even though the laundromat sucked, there was something to be said for how fast you could get it all done. Six washers going, then six dyers .. and then viola .. 1.5 hours later you have your week's laundry done. I just rolled my eyes .. what part of "I DON'T BELONG IN THE DAMN LAUNDROMAT" didn't he get????

I felt completely overwhelmed, and not just because of the mountain of laundry that we had to haul in there, but the washers were all front loaders, so I couldn't tell the washers from the dryers. I wasn't exactly sure how, or where, to add the detergent .. or the coins. Then if the place was busy there was the jockeying for a folding table .. oh the madness of it all! I was truly in laundry HELL.

Washer

After six months of renting here in Knoxville, our house back in KS sold, so we were able to buy a house here. Oh yes, you can bet that I was counting the number of weeks I had left at the laundromat. Finally, two weeks before we were set to close on our new house, we went shopping for a new washer and dryer. I have never been so excited over laundry machines in my life. Of course, I went over board on the purchase, but heck after enduring the laundromat for 6 months I more than deserved the fancy schmancy set! At least that's what I kept telling myself, and Bill let me have my pick.

Matching Dryer

 In the end, I think the purchase has paid off, since I rarely fall behind on laundry anymore. It's the one household chore that I'm usually on top off. In fact, I am doing laundry right now while writing this blog post! The low, quiet hum of the washer located on the other side of the wall, from my computer, makes for the perfect white, pink or brown  noise ( I'm not sure which)  .. to lull my brain while writing.  Whenever I do find myself grumbling about doing laundry, I take myself back to the "laundromat days" and I pretty quickly get over my laundry funk.

The Developer

Lately, I've been thinking about colouring my hair. The grays are starting to get out of control. Initially, I was hoping that I could just let nature take its course, and allow myself to age gracefully, without artificial intervention. But, I'm vain dammit! I don't want all this sporadic gray hair, so I set out to do something about it. In a budget friendly sort of way, of course. I am , after all, a SAHM on a tight budget! So, while at Target today ( I spend way too much time and money at Target!) I picked up a box of L'OREAL hair color which promised to cover those pesky grays. Once I arrived back home, I ran to the bathroom ready to tackle this hair coloring thing head on. I haven't colored my hair in a long time. Probably not since having children. Pre-children, I used to have my hair highlighted professionally. You know, back in the day when I was working and had a little extra money for pampering. Not that I'm blaming my boys for my gray hair, lack of disposable income, or anything.

Once settled in the bathroom, with my box of conceitedness, I briefly read the instructions, while thinking to myself that I should really slow down and read them thoroughly. But, hey, I was in a rush and excited to be rid of the gray strands once and for all!!! I read "Option B" which is for a full head application if you have never coloured your hair..and decided yes, that was me! So, I pulled out the Protective Creme Developer and began to "apply it all over" just as it read in the instructions. I could almost see those grays fading away with each stroke, and I was stoked! The entire bottle was empty, and my hair was "saturated" just as the instructions had stated, so now I had thirty minutes to wait until rinsing it out ... twiddly dee, twiddly dum, what to do now?

The culprit .. vanity in a box.

This seemed to be the perfect opportunity to dump out the remaining contents of the box and see what they were all about. I had been assuming the protective conditioner, which was mentioned in the instruction pamphlet, was in there. I did pull out the conditioner, and then I noticed a tube that read "protective color creme." YIKES-- it hit me! This meant I wasn't actually "colouring" my hair. I had just applied the "developer" and I wasn't exactly sure what the developer, without the added colour, was going to do to my hair. I immediately ran to the shower, turned it on, and began to frantically get out of my clothes .. I needed to wash this developer out of my freaking hair before it turned neon orange or something! I jumped into the cold shower with my undies still on, totally panicking. What on earth was I doing applying hair colour without reading the entire insert first? What part of "read the enclosed instructions carefully" didn't I freaking understand??? I deserved whatever bizarre hair colour I ended up with! Trying to pull off my wet undergarments, in the shower, proved to be a chore in itself .. and I was praying... please don't let me fall and break a hip or end up with some sort of outlandish hair colour. This I decided, is what one gets for being vain!! This is my punishment!

Once I had shampooed and conditioned my hair multiple times, I got out of the shower and began drying my locks with great trepidation .. squinting and peering to see if it was still the same gray streaked hair .. and lo and behold it was! YAY!! I'm not sure if I'll be brave enough to tackle home colouring again .. maybe some things are better left to the professionals.

Anyone else have an amusing hair colouring story?

Neighborly Acts of Kindness

Yesterday, as we were leaving the Zoo, I got a text from our neighbor, who just so happens to be a dentist. She was letting me know that Marshall's had  the Philips Sonicare for Kids Rechargeable Toothbrush on sale for $29.99. She even stopped to pick two of them up and delivered them to us. What service!

I knew $29.99  was a good deal for this toothbrush, but what I didn't realize was that at $30 it was more than 50% off most other retailers. Today, while I was at Target, I stopped by the toothbrush section to see how much they were there, and was totally shocked to see the $69.99 price sticker. I quickly took a picture with my phone and sent it to my neighbor to thank her again for saving me a bundle!

Neighborly acts of kindness ... pass it on!

Zoo Days

Kicking the week off on a positive note, I took the boys to the Zoo, on Monday, with my MOMS Club. Always something to learn at the Zoo, and it's good exercise too!



Boys checking out the Gibbon at the Knoxville Zoo

The prime mates never fail to delight with some form of inappropriate behavior, and today was no exception. One of the younger chimps saw us coming and decided to put on a show for his new audience. He jumped from his perch and body slammed into the window allowing himself to slide down the window. Well, you can imagine how this thrilled the kiddos and adults too! He repeated this routine over and over again .. then he stopped and took a pee, wiped his hand in it and then splashed it over the inside of the window ... so gross, but oh gosh, so entertaining. We could not stop laughing. Once the window was adequately lubed up, with his own urine, (which I'm sure made him so very proud) he promptly went back to throwing himself onto the window and letting himself slide down to the ground. The sliding aspect made so much easier now with the pee to aid him. I mean, honestly, who wouldn't find this utterly amusing??? My boys are still talking about it!

Caffeine Addictions

I needed coffee this morning, and a lot of it. As soon as I entered Target I steered my cart over to Starbucks and got my usual venti non-fat chai tea latte. Cha-ching $4.32. I handed the barista, with the cute little accent, a five dollar bill and told her to keep the change, so really it was a five dollar cha-ching! This is actually a bit cheaper than most other Starbucks drinks, and that's always how I justify it to myself...It's the cheapest fancy drink on the menu, and I only treat myself to one a couple of times a week. Surely I deserve it!

My two coffee purchases today. Over two pounds of Folgers ground coffee for $7.99 and a Starbucks Venti: 20 fluid ounces for $4.32. I know that one is a fancy, specialty hand crafted drink made specifically for the patron, and the other is a container of mediocre "take the damn thing home and make it yourself" so it's not really comparing apples to apples. It's simply an observation, and maybe a sign that my brain should focus on something else more meaningful! 

Once my mental justification of pricey coffee/tea drinks was taken care off, I took a long, slow slip of my warm heavenly concoction, and then headed off in search of bulk coffee for home. After all, I can't afford to drink this stuff daily. After locating the coffee isle, and agonizing over the current price of coffee I started to wonder why I could so easily lay down five dollars for a 20 oz speciality drink but balked at the $7.99 for two pounds of bulk ground coffee.That simply did not make any financial sense.  On the label, Folgers even boasts "makes over 240 six oz cups of coffee." Still mulling this over, I  selected my favorite type of roast, and continued on with the rest of my shopping, but I'm still left wondering why I don't think of the Folgers as a great deal? It's only when I compare the eight dollar Folgers to the pricey liquid drink that I start to think of it as "a pretty good deal when compared to Starbucks."

Toodles,
Michelle

Mommy I Have Poop In My Underwear

Those dreaded words ... "MOMMY, I have POOP in my underwear, I need YOU NOW!" Sometimes on mornings like this I go to my "happy place" and I just pretend that I'm a real big important CEO of some real big important company, and I pretend that I'm not literally cleaning up shit. I pretend that I'm just this very important CEO of this very important company, and I'm just cleaning up someone else's "shitty mess." Oh yes, and let's not forget that when I magically make the mess disappear, I am lavishly compensated for such savvy work with a big fat bonus. I'm the big kahuna in this organization, and when the shit hits the fan (so to speak) I swoop in and save the day. Then as I slowly drift back to reality, I realize that a SAHM is much like a CEO and Superhero all rolled into one. Yay me!

Fruit Snacks Got Me Through The Toddler Years

As per usual I dropped the boys off at preschool this morning and headed to the grocery store. I spend way too much time and money there. It seems we are always out of  something. Today  I was in search of granola bars, and as I reached up for a box of them I noticed the varying array of fruit snacks on the adjacent shelf. It took me back to a year, or so, ago when I used to hoard those things in large batches.  They were stashed everywhere.  My pantry, purse, console of my van were all bulging from a large assortment of fruit snacks, and just like any addict, I would start to panic if my reserve got too low. 

While other, more health conscious, mothers were doling out carrot sticks or veggie wafers, I was opening a package of artifically flavored fruit snacks, which  do not contain any meaningful content of real fruit or sometimes any fruit. What they were lacking in nutritional value though, they more than made up for with their power to stop a temper tantrum in its tracks. My toddler would throw himself to the ground, and just as he started flopping around like a fish out of water, I'd be fumbling in my bag , praying that I had at least one more package in there ... I needed a fix and I needed it STAT!! Then my hand would tightly clench the little package and I'd utter those magical words, "Do you want a fruit snack?" and like magic he'd stop in mid tantrum to look up and shake his head yes.  Crisis averted! They were priceless when it came to  derailing an oncoming tantrum, or when waiting in a long line and sometimes even just to keep them quiet so that I could have a moment of peace. This of course led to our families addiction to fruit snacks.

We have since overcome our addiction and we are now a household free of fruit snacks, but I'll always think back on  them fondly. So here I stand before the great fruit snack makers, and I bow my head in thanks. Thank you for helping me hold onto a bit of sanity during those insane toddler years!

Dare To Dream

Took the boys bowling today with our playgroup. I have to confess, much to my surprise, that it was a successful outing! The boys participated happily, and were more than content to wait their turn and basically follow instructions. Sometimes I have to stop and pinch myself when outings go smoothly. Could it be a a sign that the chaos, which totally engulfed my life as little as a few months ago, is slowly but surely unraveling itself and making way for less chaotic adventures? Dare I dream????

I Know You Really Want Me To Sit On Your Head

We're on the couch. I'm trying to read. Liam is sitting on his Dad's head, saying over and over again, "I know you want me to sit on your head, Daddy, I know you do!" So, he does and below is a picutre of him doing just that.  Killian is playing a game of chess, which should be nice and quiet, right? But, oh no, not in our house. He's giving us a play-by-play, which is excruciating painful since he doesn't know the rules of the game. It goes something like this:
"Mommy, look I'm playing chess, see the horsey jump over the other guy, but Daddy says he can't jump over that guy, but I like the king and his horsey. Mommy, are you really looking? I'm playing chess. Please looooook Mommy, please?" I was seriously contemplating poking my eyes out, or jumping off a cliff. I love these two bohemians, but I don't want to listen to them chatter on incessantly about NOTHING! Repeating everything at least twice.

It's Sunday. I'm mentally preparing for the week ahead... Deep breath while trying to find my inner peace by silently chanting, "serenity now, serenity now!" Because in the Sitton house we repeat everything at least twice! ...