TheMommyBlog

• Just planted over 250 radish seeds for son's science experiment and lined up control and experimental pots of soil along bay window seat. Must remember not to let daughter sit there at mealtimes until March 20, when science project is due. I think I took more photos of the scientific process tonight than I have of anyone, anywhere, in the last month. And now I will design labels, because I am like that.


• I have here a simple form for my other son's Jump Rope for Heart charity drive. Aw, it's so cute. Three of his friends each pledged a dollar. Good luck collecting that at recess, Bucky. Wait - you can donate online, thus widening the circle of potential donors! Aunts and grandparents are now fair game. All you need is the electronic confirmation! And how will I let everyone know? We can make an individual web page on the AmericanHeart.org site! Look, I enjoy making web sites for friends and family and the occasional paying customer, but come on. I didn't imagine making them for my kids' school fund raisers. I already have triple the paperwork and triple the triple-checking; do I need to manage three more web pages? Christ in a side car.


• I wonder when I will get over my revulsion long enough to use the hall bathroom. One of my children started screaming for help after a botched attempt at de-clogging the toilet. It took six towels, two bath mats, and one trip to my happy place to get that mopped up, and then to sanitize the fuck out of the room. You know it's bad when you start wondering if 409 is really strong enough, even if you cover every square millimeter of the room with it. Don't ask me to recall how I got the towels in the wash.
  
  *goes back to happy place*


• I've got that thousand-yard stare that can only come from hosting a spa party yesterday for eight six year olds (and three brothers, who tore around the place but left everyone alone, exactly as planned) and then doing all the school runs, applying for a grant to keep us in Cheerios, going to gymnastics, cleaning the hardware store out of six-inch pots, and yelling at Dylan fifteen times that we were NOT going to plant a bag of M&Ms to see what grows. YES, technically it's experimental, but let's just say that your department head has shredded your proposal. Technically.


• It's time to go to bed, yet I'm strangely hesitant. I've had two showers and numerous scrub downs today that have left me with puckered, dried-out hands, but still don't feel quite clean. And I just changed the sheets on the bed so I feel like I'm committing sacrilege if I sleep there tonight.
  
  Oh, wait, Daphne's already in there with seven of her best friends. There's no way three Fur Berries get to sleep there and I don't.

Oh! Photos! Here is Daphne blowing out her candles. I had to light the candles twice to allow her to think of a really, really good wish. The affair was catered by Chef Phil. Assorted tea sandwiches included marshmallow fluff and jam, chocolate and marsmallow fluff, jam and honey, peanut butter and honey, honey and marshmallow fluff, all in the shape of tiny triangles, with the crusts cut off. You would not believe how those crusts tasted later, toasted in the oven like garlic bread and served with a special Italian meat roll that falls apart at the slightest tough of a fork.