The art of being happy lies in the power of extracting happiness from common things.
-Henry Ward Beecher
It is time once again!
Welcome to the Nut House- a Fly on the Wall Friday post! Today fourteen bloggers are inviting you to catch a glimpse of what you’d see if you were a fly on the wall in our homes. Come on in and buzz around my house.
Don’t mind the mess… we live here.
This is the awesome, dramatic, super colorful, sometimes unexplainable awkward moments that make up our days in the strangely bizarre tight knit group of uniquely puzzling people we’ve created.
Welcome to the Nut House!
Enter at your own risk, our ridiculous could be highly contagious.
In my haste while changing over the laundry, I had forgotten to load the washer all the way and close the lid. As I came back to bring another load, I discovered it and tossed in a few more items. As I pushed the items around so that the washer would be even I failed to remember that it wasn’t loaded all the way and found sleeve in the water up to my elbow.
I peeled of the shirt and then the pants that were soaked from my sleeve.
While I was at it, my sports bra and underwear could go in too and then I would have absolutely no personal laundry I needed to do. I was overcome by the joy of thinking that I could be done with one of six people’s laundry around there that I soon found myself standing naked in our garage with my threads happily washing away.
Well… I didn’t really think that whole plan through very well.
So now I have to sneak past the four feet of hallway visible from the living room containing our four kids.
The only cover I had available at the moment was a life size cardboard cutout of Harry Potter or a decent size smock style kitchen apron.
I thought Harry Potter cruising through the house would draw more attention.
I donned the apron and made a run for it.
“Mom! I am scarred forever!” I hear from the living room from K.”If this doesn’t go on your fly on the wall, I’m hacking your site! You hear that woman!”
Min is simply screaming, “CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK! I saw a CHEEEEEEEEEEEEK! Streaker! We have streaking!”
Kenzie and Luc either didn’t notice or are no longer fazed by the outbursts of odd.
I saved myself a bit of extra time while earning a bit of public shaming and adding another $10,000 of needed therapy.
Happy Fly On The Wall Friday!
You all remember how I’ve tried many times to take very unsuccessful selfies through out the months?
Well… I didn’t take this one either, K did.
I almost have two whole eyes and photo bombed by Kenzie.
Nice bowling ally snack bar, eh?
Keepin’ it real.
Now little exotic cat arms always reach under to share the special moment with me.
Somewhere on this life journey I traded the title of Mayor of Munchkin Land for Cat Lady.
Embrace the middle age, Meg…
and put the kibbles in the cat’s dish.
Open the door or you’ll get the claws again!
I think you need to take this book to the girl’s bookshelf. They would be much better at handling a stripped killer tonight.”
“Just so you know, that I know, that you gave up putting the toilet paper on it’s actual holder about a year ago. I know there is some reason and I’ve been meaning to ask you but I think of you when I poop but then I forget. I would like the record to state that I noticed, I cared but it took me a while to ask about it. Am I missing something vital here?”
-The Handsome Prince
(I’ve been training six exotic cats at once. I had to hide it until I broke the T.P. fetish with the felines and then it became habit to put it on top so they couldn’t unroll it for fun. A valid yet strange excuse.)
Best part if this?
He think of me when he poops.
Now that’s love.
I never had any intention of showing the world my back fat but the Two Week Results from drinking my pink drink blew me away!
I’m almost at the 30 day mark and I’ve lost 13 pounds and my constant reflux!
I have abdominal muscles! Who knew?!
March has been an excellent month for getting my health back on track.
She nailed her vocal audition and now we wait to hear her group placement for next year.
In California, it is prudent to learn Spanish as a foreign language for all sorts of really great reasons.
Her older sister has become conversational in Spanish this year and will be able to work at our business this summer because of her talent.
Kira is like me. Stubborn as the days are long.
She was the first one on the list for German 1.
She’ll do very well… just to spite me. She always does.
Fine by me. You can threaten me with an excellent report card.
A by product of living in Southern California is our kiddos are being raised with so many diverse cultures in one big ol’ space. A major melting pot and we love L.A. We speak quite a bit of Spanish around the house to help our oldest get conversational and many of our children’s friends speak English as their second language.
So, I wasn’t too shocked when we are rolling down the road when we come upon a car that had writing all over the windows.
Luc reads out loud, “Jesus (pronounced hay-SUS) loves you. Isn’t that nice of Jesus (hay-SUS).”
“Buddy, I think they mean the religious representative not the Hispanic man version,” I say.
“Well, how was I supposed to know. Usually the Jesus statements come on official stickers and they are always religious. I figured it if was in window pen there was a better chance that Jesus (hay-SUS) loves her and wanted the world to know it. Rock on Jesus (hay-SUS), I hope she loves you too! Either one of you!”
This became my screensaver.
He’s rocking the pink socks!
When asked about his choice of socks he stated that it was his day and he would wear his favorite pair of socks the whole day and if that offended anyone, too bad.
I love this boy.
And his favorite soft chenille socks.
Only we would have a giant white board by the front door.
Oh thank you brave Bella.
I hear paper goods are particularly vicious this time of year.
Everything kept leading us back to Candida Yeast Overgrowth and the need for exceptional probiotics to keep a healthy balance inside. Did you know that 80% of our immune function comes from what is going on in our gut? I never thought that waging war on such a thing called candida would make such huge changes in our family.
The Prince and I started the ProBio5 and BioCleanse together.
Thus began our month of describing everything from bowl movements to gas to each other and charting the dosages that work the best for our bodies. Such a totally weird thing to do with your spouse. I know WAY more about him in one month than I’ve gleaned in seventeen years.
Suddenly while showering, The Prince summons me to write his newest idea down.
He decided that the world just needs to fart more. People would be in a better mood.
He might just be the one chosen to spread the word.
Feeling A Rough Tummy? F.a.r.t.
Feeling All Really Tingly?
Fighting A Riot Tonight?
He questioned my button making skills at which time I had to burst his bubble and demand that he not whisper the silent but deadly truth like a noxious bomb unto the world.
He could say happy things about probiotics but not farts.
He’s not allowed to purposely lead by example from that end.
However, someday he can teach the grandchildren to fart with their armpits.
Light one and he will sit and watch it for hours.
Then there’s Draco… the only cat that has had to be rushed in for emergency stitches because he’s just a toddler with more strength than most men.
Dear ol’ Draco knocked the candle over and then proceeded to sit there allowing his tail and feet to be coated in hot wax. Immediately I grabbed him and rushed him to the shower to make sure he wasn’t burned and get the wax off.
The big baby was just fine medically (thanks to the fact I only burn soy, pet friendly candles) but he was covered in red wax. He just sat there in the shower, singing and drinking the water from the stream like I was just there hosting a party in his honor.
45 minutes later he still smelled like apple cinnamon but 99% of the wax was out of his pelt.
If it isn’t kids, its cats to give me a heart attack.
That shaved a few years off.
Luc was slapped by a snake.
That’s right… it was a random Snake Slap.
Remember to remain cautious in the hills and around our homes, there should be lots of new animals and reptiles joining us now that Spring is here.
I felt a few more grey hairs sprout.
High school sounds like a rough place.
He wasn’t really ours to begin with but we just adopted each other for the last few months.
He was such a wonderful cat that I bet someone let him inside and he’s curled up on a little girl’s bed, waiting for her to come home and play right now.
Happy Trails Sir Paul!
I need toilet paper!
I took a couple of kiddos out early on a Sunday to run errands and go for a hike. Sunday is usually The Handsome Prince’s only day to sleep a little more than normal so we try to let him rest a little extra.
I arrived home to a fuming husband.
Seems Kenzie waited all of five minutes after we all left to start screaming “I need toilet paper” at the top of her lungs. She’s yelling incessantly over and over even though she is aware that the only other person in the whole house is her sleeping father. There was T.P., I kid you not, two feet from the bathroom door she was behind screaming loudly enough that most of the neighborhood surly knew of her plight and how utterly rude she was being about it.
If you can’t conduct yourself in a respectful and decent manner in our home, you are just merely setting yourself up to learn a funny lesson or two from the lovely parental units in residence.
Every morning for the past three weeks the Handsome Prince has gleefully offered to wake Kenzie up for school.
He walks down the hall, opens her bedroom door and starts screaming at the top of his lungs…
“I need toilet paper!”
Funny how many people look before they sit now.
Now buzz off to visit the other Fly writers this month before we send you to the store for toilet paper…
http://www.BakingInATornado.com Baking In A Tornado
http://www.therowdybaker.com The Rowdy Baker
http://www.justalittlenutty.com/ Just A Little Nutty
http://themomisodes.com The Momisodes
http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/ Spatulas on Parade
http://thesadderbutwisergirl.com The Sadder But Wiser Girl
http://followmehome.shellybean.com Follow me home . . .
http://stacysewsandschools.wordpress.com/ Stacy Sews and Schools
http://dinoheromommy.com/ Dinosaur Superhero Mommy
http://www.someoneelsesgenius.com Someone Else’s Genius
http://www.menopausalmom.com/ Menopausal Mother
http://www.pinkheartstring.com Pink Heart String
http://spinstersnacks.com Spinster Snacks
http://www.juiceboxconfession.com Juicebox Confession