A day of rest…when you finishing scrubbing that toilet

A day of rest…when you finishing scrubbing that toilet

All morning we’ve been cleaning…as a family.

An approach never once taken to the doldrums of scrubbing toilets, vacuuming and windex-ing mirrors.

It wasn’t his turn. It wasn’t my turn. It was just time for it to be done.

We discovered a broken stopper in one of the bathroom sinks. I was forced to purge all the personal care swag I’ve collected from conferences past. Not a bad thing. Really.

Folded laundry, organized toy room, the reappearance of the master bedroom floor. My how we’ve missed you Berber carpet. Aren’t you looking marvelous today?

Dusting and sweating and dusting some more. And in passing I utter, “This is sort of fun cleaning…together.”

To which he naturally, and truthfully, replies, “You’re crazy.”

Today, we cleaned the house…together. I couldn’t be more pleased.

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Partly smart, mostly water.

Partly smart, mostly water.

I like to consider myself an intelligent individual. I’m assured by most of my friends that I’m “mature for my age”, which? I take whole-heartedly as a compliment. Sue me for my narcissism.

Lately I’ve found myself in a few socially awkward situations that leave me dumbfounded or merely under the impression that the person standing across from me is onto the fact that I may not be as mature for my age as I once appeared.

I have a feeling it’s the meds. Not only have they made me gain weight (which is a whole other post in and of itself), but it’s left me restless, stunned, and shockingly speechless, which, if you know me at all, is a flabbergasting statement of its very own.

I’ve had a few interviews over the past few weeks, each leaving me less and less comfortable with this newfound inability to find my words. That intellect I’m typically so keen on possessing. It’s as if the written word is my friend and the spoken my enemy.

I haven’t even milked that feeling here, for you, to dote or drone upon in my little universe. For that, I apologize. I feel like I’m wasting some precious resource that could be channeled to current events, social media drama, breastfeeding dolls, tragic losses of addicts…

Instead I sit idly by, complaining of my physical appearance, attempting to rub the tired out of my heavy eyes, thinking and not doing, doing and not thinking.

Things are great. Great things are coming. Why can’t I enjoy them like I know I should?

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hello there! house Meet’n’Greet #2 – TONIGHT!

hello there! house Meet’n’Greet #2 – TONIGHT!

Tonight, in a mere four hours to be exact, will mark the start of our second hello there! house meet’n’greet event.

What better way to celebrate the end of early bird pricing than to host an event at our inaugural event’s venue, The Center Bistro?

For only $10 you can enjoy great food & wine ($5 special courtesy of The Center Bistro), great swag, a fun night of mingle with the coordinators and some teachers of our October event, and a take-away you won’t want to miss.

Head on over and register now to join in on the shenanigans the night has to offer.

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The Bachelorette’s Caviar

The Bachelorette’s Caviar

I’m neither a bachelorette or a fan of caviar, but this snack/meal is scrumptious.

I blame Shey on making me obsessed with eating it for nearly every meal on the weekdays. It’s fast, simple, and the delicious possibilities are endless.

Mmmmm, demi baguettes and Fresh & Easy.

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social media controversy afoot.

social media controversy afoot.

I could talk about how Aveda doesn't pay bloggers cold hard cash for product endorsing editorial work, but that's exactly what they want me to do. I wasn't at evo, my panties aren't wadded, I've never worked with Aveda. I commend the company's eco-conscious efforts (hell, I'm helping plan an entire two-day event dedicated to that granola sort of thing), but I don't use their products anyway so there's no going out of my way or boycotting or uproaring in this neck of the woods.

Instead I'll talk about how fantastically indifferent I've been feeling about nearly everything lately. Not that I need to have a soapbox at all times per se. There's one thing I am sure of though, my child is adorable, healthy, and happy.

Companies can be "jerks" if they wanna be. I'm good here...and my hair is freshly biolage-ed.

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Those kid show characters are little assholes.

Those kid show characters are little assholes.

I was sitting here thinking I should write more consistently. I do so much writing for work that I always manage to neglect the fun writing space, aka this blog.

While pondering a topic, current event or nonsense, I opted for nonsense because that’s way more empowering for me.

Nugget hasn’t been feeling well the past few days and today we have been cuddled up rotting our brains with television.

I’ve decided that I can’t stand how much of an asshole some of the characters are on these preschool shows. I understand teaching children how to cope with anger, but, as a parent whose child is typically of a pleasant demeanor (especially for being a three year old), the exaggeration of feeling mad is teaching some children how to be assholes.

He may learn (and use) Mandarin Chinese, but it looks like we’ll be passing on Kai-Lan from now on…

What preschool shows can you not stand?

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