Mixing water, dirt, dog and kids is explosive. As in: Mom explodes.
I love my children. Really. Just guess what this little darling playing with her puppy is doing. Go ahead, guess:
Why, making mud balls of course. To throw all over the yard for the dog. The dog did seem to like it.
One child exhibits no shame. The other has the grace and foresight to at least pull a look when discovered patting mud balls into the dog's back, then patting the door.
To be quickly followed by the "I'm sorry Mommy (maybe looking cute will get me out of this)" gaze.
Just be sure not to tell a child not to touch her clean hair:
The dog was in fine Labrador form.
All this was not really very amusing since clear and direct orders were given and summarily ignored. It's cute on detergent commercials, but I suspect those wild and crazy ad folks at Tide are not actually the ones in the laundry room rinsing the dirt out of a jumbo load of heavy, soaked towels and clothes smelling of dirt and wet dog. After having mopped the floor. And washing the kids and dog. After giving the little darlings what for. And taking a few photos more for sanity than anything else. Gotta laugh to keep from crying and whacking my head repeatedly on the filthy floor (that I had cleaned that morning).
BTW, I'm not complaining about rain. We really needed that. The mud above was created with a hose. We had been in a pretty bad drought, but then a strong Alaskan storm blew in off the ocean a few weeks ago and dropped INCHES of hail. Never, ever have I seen white on the ground in coastal So Cal. The kids were dancing in the street and all the adults were taking photos. We just let Em throw boots on with her dance class clothes. Because it wasn't below freezing the thrill was over within the hour, but what an amazing hour it was.
The dirt is vexing me to say the least, but getting rid of the dirt is not so easy - especially for those given to adding complexity to every aspect of their lives. No sod for us. No cement. No pool or BBQ. (All fine things, just not what we want.) Nope, we're designing a native plants/Mediterranean garden with raised beds for veggies and cut flowers. This yard is three times the size of our previous yard and it will be a wonderful oasis in a chaotic world. Just not this year. Not this week. At least we've finally finished interviewing and have hired a contractor.
So, does this help those of you who've kindly emailed me to ask what's up? I really have appreciated the messages. Those of you whom I told six weeks ago that I'd be posting "any day" must have given up on me. But I'm back. I'm reclaiming some time for myself by golly and that's that!
We got very lucky with our timing and sold our house on the first weekend of listing. I'm grateful beyond words because I don't know how long I could have maintained show-house perfection with two kids, a lab puppy, two cats and a husband who was in the middle of a facility move at work and never home. The buyer was golden and the sale wrapped up without issue, but cleaning the house for inspections and then hand-off was hard work. Then there was moving, unpacking, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, waiting on repair guys, organizing and ... did I mention cleaning? Don't mention cleaning to me.
This week I decided to take the issue into my own hands since no one was going to show up and tell me to take a break. I decided to blog. I went out and signed up for classes. I bought books that weren't about landscaping.
Even broke out the knitting, mostly while in the car, but some progress is being made. River flows while the edging grows...
Sunday is a class on Kaffe Fasset colors at a contemporary quilt shop that I'm hoping will jump start some fabric projects.
Tomorrow I'm going to a scrapbook class called Art in the Everyday. The pre-class assignment was to take 10-15 photos around your house. I've had so much fun. Let's not talk about just how desperate my life had become.