Sunday, February 8, 2009
As I sat there cleaning all of my mirrored surfaces in my bedroom, I thought to myself why on earth would any Mom with kids have mirrored furniture and closet doors. Ok to give myself some credit we moved into this house with everything mirrored. Even the whole fireplace use to be mirrored and as for the mirrored nightstands I had those years before any of my kids could move around so it's not my fault. Now the chair I had recently reupholstered in white fabric last year, I am totally 100% responsible for. I already made a pact that if that chair has a mishap then I am not allowed to get mad. I couldn't help but reupholster it in white because after all that is my favorite uncolor color. If I were to wait until the kids left the house before I had anything white my hair would probably beat me to it. Let's not mention the whole age thing as I will be another year older soon. Ok now that we got the whole I will not get upset if the white gets ruined thing straight let's talk about the reflectiveness of all of my mirrors.
First I am so proud to have a clean room. Anyone who comes over can vouch that my room rates pretty high on the mess-o-meter so I forever preserved it's cleanness in a picture just case I forget what it looks like again. As I was cleaning my mirrored nightstands I could not believe the different array of hand prints. As I continued cleaning, a sudden rush of deep anxiety set in when I looked behind my bed and noticed my twin size nursing pillow was gone. I didn't remember moving it. Now, now don't worry I quit nursing 8 months ago but you don't understand that this thing was my lifesaver and without it I was nothing. Soon after I calmed down and realized I truly would never need it again I got down to the real root of the problem. You see, I'm not losing a jumbo size nursing pillow I'm loosing my babies. We are hitting a new frontier where babies turn into midgets. Oh man, take a breath. I am sad though, this may by it for babydom for ever. Time certainly hasn't flown to my house, it's flown somewhere far away, somewhere that I will never get the chance to get again. I continued to windex the furniture and when I got to the closet doors I couldn't do it. I couldn't seem to operate the windex bottle and my arm couldn't wax on wax off, so I left it for another day. At least I finally ditched the last of the maternity clothes...except for one thing just in case.
Posted by Full House at 9:04 PM