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How I saved my sanity with this calendar
Everyone talks about how kids need structure and I believe kids need it because they’re whirling balls of chaos! Really its the mother who needs structure.
When I first moved into my current house I was a new mother of my third child and a part time employee. I desperately needed structure. And I found it in the form of the Boone 14 x 14 Magnetic Calendar. Here is a link to buy one off Amazon.com
This is a narcissist secret because it makes my life easier and I then have more time for ME. Let me tell you how I first used it.
We’d fixed up this house and I wanted to keep it clean. But between the kids and the job I didn’t have time to do it all myself NOR the money to hire help. This was partly because I was taught “if you’re going to do a job do it right the first time and you won’t have to do it over.” (Thanks Mom for pounding the nails into my perfectionist plaque!)

My Boone calendar
Yet my perfectionist gene is balanced with my lazy narcissist gene and I had to scale back my expectations of house cleanliness. So I took a hard look at just what had to get cleaned on a daily or weekly basis and what could stand to be cleaned only monthly. Obviously dishes and people had to be cleaned if not daily at least every other day. Laundry, toilets and floors needed to be cleaned weekly. But washing fingerprints off walls, floor mopping, dusting bookshelves… I could live with only doing that monthly.
And with my Boone calendar I had 4 weeks to divide those chores into. (Floor day, Wall day, Dust day, Bathroom day… you know, scrub that shower, tub, etc.) I added the day the kids went to the school library so I could make sure they took those damn books back. (As if 2 obsessive reader parents don’t have kids books in the house!) Then, of course, I added the days I projected to be ovulating (when horny me comes to the surface) and when I’d be menstruating (when scary me might pop out but when oral sex moves up the agenda).
Then I added more monthly chores (mow, filing, accounting, etc.) and the weeks my girlfriend had her daughters during the summer, or days during the rest of the year. Hell, I kept better track than she did sometimes and I gave her one of my calendars! And this system has been working brilliantly for years now.
At the end of the week I erase the transient weekly entries along with that weeks day numbers and after moving all the other weeks up I put the new week on the bottom. The things that never change, I never need to erase or re-enter. Then I check the side of the fridge where I keep clipped all those notices of upcoming events and add any to the new week if they apply.
I haven’t had to buy an annual calendar in years! And luckily my own personal schedule isn’t so packed with events and phone calls that I need to always have my calendar with me. Because nothing is more fun than when the kids notice I’ve put something like Christmas or better yet, Last Day of School on the calendar over the fridge.
Ah, the happy sounds of more chaos.
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Menfolk alone
The following is an excerpt (with commentary by me in parenthesis) of an email from the home front while I was away at the convention.
Dinner was a hit. We had sausage on a stick, fresh off the charcoal grill (read here Hibachi). Also the Rice Pilaf, found in your mother’s pantry. I owe her a box of Trader Joe’s Rice Pilaf. We had corn, salad, and baked beans. Conor struggled to taste the Rice Pilaf, but Evan encouraged him and he ate a full serving. The corn and beans were warmed with 100% solar power. I put the cans on the bricks out back and they warmed to serving temperature.
We went over your wish list of chores. (which was vacuum, clean toilets, wash my car, etc.) Evan decided he wanted to fill the water slide. (a giant vinyl contraption that with the attached air blower, blew up into a slide you could hook water to and it would spray out… my fight against renting a bouncy for B-day parties.) I was busy tending the fire, so Evan decided to set it up himself. He’s certainly learning self reliance at Webelos Camp (cub scouts). He dragged out the slide with a little help from Conor. He set up the blower and filled the water weights. He turned on the blower and it promptly blew the air sleeve across the yard, along with the plastic bag he put on the blower to keep water off. That’s when I was asked to help. I wrapped a bungee cord around the air sleeve (must not have noticed the ties at the end of said sleeve for this function) to keep it attached to the bungee. We tried again. The water slide has this big hole along the slide, and the huge hole in the bottom. It tried hard to fill, but nothing happened. Conor voted to buy a new water slide.
My husband’s family motto… there’s a hard way to do everything.
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Shawn of the Dead
Its been recently pointed out to me that I missed a crucial favorite movie in my movies blog. Shawn of the Dead. I must admit this flick should have been included in the list.
I dislike horror flicks and zombie flicks to me have always been along the lines of “Horror flicks for the stupid.” After all, if you can’t run away from a shuffling zombie, well you deserve to get eaten. Sheesh! And Shawn of the Dead is a hysterical slam of that genre. People are turning into zombies all around them and they’re so drunk and in their ingrained patterns they don’t notice for almost a day. And of course the only place they can think of to run and wait it out is The Pub!
It’s not for everyone because sometimes British Humor just isn’t… but I really enjoyed it as a comedy with the added plus of making fun of a genre I don’t like much.
On the opposite spectrum, I watched a zombie movie that was so “realistic” it was barely in the genre and it freaked me out so much I was up many nights trying to think of ways to “fortress up” my house! It was 21 Days Later. The plot being scientist were experimenting with anger management so they infected these primates with something that made them crazy mad and then the nutty animal rights kids broke in to “free” the monkeys. And out into the human population goes the Angry virus.
But these zombies… who didn’t eat, drink, feel pain and barely slept… also had no goal other than to bite and infect anything not already infected. When they moved, they moved at maximum speed and strength and it was scary. These zombie were damn hard to escape from or fight. Completely terrifying. And the virus infected you within 1 minute of a bite. Shudder.
So of these two movies, one made me laugh and I’ll enjoy watching it again, preferably in a bar! And the other one I’ll never be able to watch again! I was in “how to survive that!” mode for weeks!
Where’s my steel door?
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