Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Ant Alert

Beep Beep Beep. "Ugh, just five more minutes."

Five minutes later. Beep Beep Beep. "Ugh, another five minutes."

About two minutes later my daughter comes in and tells me that something itches on her foot. I sit her on my bed and inspect her thoroughly. Sure enough she has a rash on her foot. I ask her what happened and her response is that an Ant bit her.

I get up off my bed and run to my kids room. I inspect her bed, the floor and my sons bed (they share a room together since we live in a 2 bedroom house.) No Ants. So where did that lonesome Ant come from and bite my daughter. She finally catches up with me looking at me like I'm crazy.

I finally ask her what I should have asked her from the very beginning.

"When did the Ant bite you?" I asked.

"Yesterday when I was playing outside." she replied. She was obviously very scared wondering why I had gotten mad at her instead of telling her that she was going to be ok.

"I'm an idiot," I thought to myself. You see, my son swells up like a beachball when an Ant bites him.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Spring cleaning in the fall

I opened the laundry room door and to my amazement there were just a ton of things that I know are there but just kinda bypass everyday. So today we finally decided to clean it out (and when I say we I mean my husband and I.) Bag after bag we took out of the room and after about the fourth one I finally realized that I had no idea where we were going to put it all. How could so many bags fit in one room and still have room to walk around in.

We decided to open up the bags and seperate what we were going to keep, sell and throw out. After sorting out through most of the bags we noticed that the keep pile was a whole lot larger than the other two. Have you ever done that? You know that half of the things in that pile you aren't going to use and yet you say to yourself "It might come in handy" even though it hasn't come in handy in like 2 years. After we sorted out all the bags, we bagged what was to be sent in the trash and to sell. We were left standing in front of a 3 foot pile of stuff. It ranged from clothes to shoes to spray paint to toys. We sorted that pile up and neatly arranged was to be kept in the laundry room and bagged all the excess stuff.

Finally, we were through. I stood in the center of the laundry room and turned around and around and around. Wow, it was clean. It was worth all the complaining and whining and arguing that I did to my husband. I had room to even lay down if I wanted to but why would I want to? As the rest of the day went by I had this feeling of accomplishment, I was tired and my back hurt, but I knew that I had done something good today.

I decided to do a load of laundry. I made my way to the laundry room and once there I was sorting the clothes. I came upon a shirt that I rarely wear and I thought to myself "I don't really wear this anymore," and just threw it on a chair in the room. Once inside my bedroom I finally realized what I had done. That shirt will eventually end up in a bag that I will put in the laundry room that I will eventually wear someday (someday meaning never) and this day will once again repeat itself all over again.....

To Trick-or-Treat or not Trick-or-Treat (next year), that is the question....

I remember when I was a little girl and I dressed up like Little Red Riding Hood. I was so excited. I got to live out one of my favorite stories. My mom would stand at the front of the house as me and my brother walked down the sidewalk to the front door. Fear mixed with excitement rushed through my body as we passed jack-o-lanterns and skeletons hanging from trees. Alas we reach the door and say “Trick or Treat”. We waited impatiently holding our bags out listening for footsteps nearing the door. A lady dressed as a witch with a huge wart on her nose opens the door. “Trick or Treat” we yell and she grabs a handful of candy and drops it into our bags. We look into our bags and see Snickers and Jolly Ranchers, “Thank You” we yell and run to our mom. Those were memories that will last a lifetime.

This year I did a lot of research on the true origins of Halloween. I have read article over article on the true meaning of Halloween, and although it’s all very interesting I don’t see how it can be considered something bad. My mother in law is a firm believer of God and repeatedly told me this year that Halloween was associated with the Devil. After reading many comments on many blogs there are a lot of people that share her opinion, but there are others that are also firm believers but allow their children to trick or treat.

Me and my husband considered letting our children dress up (as a Princess and some cute furry animal of course none of that scary ghostly stuff) but in the end decided not to. Although we did attend a fall festival that day at a local church, I kinda felt bad that my kids weren’t going to experience what I did as a child. I have an entire year to decide and will definitely be doing some more research on Halloween’s true origins and the celts who were supposedly the first to participate in the celebration of the dead.
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