As I have confessed here before, my life is so much different now that I have four children. This week we will have been home from Colombia with the Colombian princess for five months… also marking HALF A YEAR that she has been our girl. My, does time fly when you’re having
fun coping issues. :o) But a light has begun to shine at the end of the tunnel for me. I’m back on top in a few areas that I feel are worth sharing for my own cathartic needs.
1. I am back to being a coupon queen. With the aid of my son (who loathes de-collating coupon books, but loves his mama) my coupons are all up to date in the file box. I spent about a half hour making a list and checking it twice and headed off to do BIG saving shopping at Fry’s grocery store. When it all came down, I filled two carts (mainly because I stocked up on paper towel) and the total would have been $280, but after my coupons I paid $106. My pantry was bare-er than it has ever been in the past four years, but I remedied that in one trip! My children are much happier now that they see a supply of food that will last more than two days! Nora could not believe how much stuff I bought! And she doesn’t even understand the savings yet!
2. My Tupperware cupboard is cleaned out! This is almost a miracle. When do I have time to do mundane chores like that? Hardly ever! But this week, with the help of the same son and my little new helper, everything blinkin’ plastic thing was pulled from the cupboard and MATCHED with its lid! Whoa! I know! We filled the recycle bin twice with those containers that were partner-less. It makes me happy simply to open the cupboard door and look at the tidiness.
3. My master bedroom closet is clean!!! That means I finally hauled out all the Christmas decorations, wrap and bows that were thrown in there in early January! I also went through my clothes and threw out items that should have been thrown out years ago. I also put together a BIG bag for Goodwill. And filled the garbage can twice! This does not mean that I touched any of Rick’s clothes or
junk quality paraphernalia. But I did count his t-shirts….. 33. Why in heaven’s name does any grown man need 33 t-shirts. They don’t. That is on the agenda for today! (Don’t tell!)
I’m feeling almost close to normal… about three minutes off.