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Fortunately my ears woke up this morning. My “Sounds of Nature” had faded giving way to the sounds of light snoring coming from the other side of the bed and from my Precious Princess on her oversized pillow. I peeked over at the large numbers, lighting the side table with a blue glow, and squinted…”Crap!” I had forgot to push the always set alarm…and would have overslept. My body woke up right on time…well 2 minutes late…but who is counting? Thankfully I got up without the numbing and stirring tones of my shuffled song list that usually start “The Sounds of My Morning!”
I traveled the pre-set path to the front door as my body began it’s auto piloted routine. The sound of the front door opening followed by the Beep…Beep…Beep, of the door sensor, brake the silence. My precious princess came down with me this morning and needed to tend to her duties…”Out you go!” I step out onto the front porch and take in the waking morning. There is the sound of large trucks rumbling through the darkness as the birds begin to sing. A Rooster stirred from his sleep and gives his “Cockle doodle do” wake up call. I turned the handle with a squeak, as the frame of the heavy glass door opened, and let my precious princess back inside. I lock the front door and head off to the kitchen…open the treat jar with a gentle snap and wait for the clicking of nails against the wood floor to stop. “Good girl!” “The Sounds of My Morning!”
The refilling of the various machines begins…water flows in and out of my container as I refill the water kettle and espresso maker. The rattling sound of the Oatmeal packets as I set them in a bowl next to the water kettle. The microwave chimes…”Ahh! Coffee!” The refrigerator hums quietly as it cycles on…I turn to fill my youngest’s cereal bowl. The ping-pong sounds of Cap’n Crunch and Crunch-berries against the plastic bowl lessen as the bowl fills. I set it at his place on the table and take another sip of my coffee. The laundry room…I check the washer, with a click of the vacuum sealed door, and notice my 21 year olds blue jeans lying wet in the drum. “He will need these today!” I reach over to the dryer door and click…pressure released and door swings open…my 19 year olds clothes are all dry. I reach in and remove his clothes placing them on the dinning room table, presently known as his closet, in hopes he will take them to his room later. The jeans and a couple of shirts are put into the dryer as the buttons clank against the drum. I set the desired temperature with chimes and clicks as the tumbling and clicking begins.The house is filling with“The Sounds of My Morning”!
Checking the time…”I have plenty of time!” I go over to the recliner and sit with my coffee…the tags on my precious princess’ collar tinkle and clank as she shuffles over the wood floor behind me. She stretches and yawns…up in the other chair she jumps. She will be snoring soon! I follow my routine and read through various places…My Bible app, Facebook, Swagbucks, Blog stats….and play one card game! Releasing the latch from the difficult recliner…I am back in the kitchen for the swirling and swishing sound of the espresso maker. The boiling water in the kettle begins only to fade as I click the switch off. The stirring of the spoon against the bowl, grainy at first, as I mix the two packets of oatmeal. Up the squeaky stairs to the office door…a gently series of beeps as I punch in the code for the lock…and in I go. “Little hands loved seeking and finding things that did not belong to him in my husband’s office…thus the lock!” I retrace my steps back down the hall and turn on the light for my youngest. He greets the day with a crinkled face and moans as he rolls over. I move quietly to the door at the end of the hall as the threshold creaks…flip n the light in the bathroom and gently tell my husband “Your breakfast is in the office!” I head back down the squeaky steps to enjoy my latte’ and listen to the series of knocks and creaks as the two begin to move around upstairs. “Good…they are up!” I think to myself as I hear “The Sounds of My Morning!”
Here is the point where the noises increase in full combat mode. I do not understand how so much noise can come from one little boy…”The fact is…I had 3 small children, close in age, eating and getting ready for the day, at the same time, all quieter than this one little boy!” The cascading stomps down the stairs hide the squeak as he moves into the kitchen. The milk is poured over his cereal in a rush…”Sorry!…overflow!” The crunches and slurping mix with conversations and unique tones and pitches, unknown to man, as he eats his breakfast. He finishes and throws his bowl in the sink. He begins his lunch preparation and fills the kitchen with sounds of shaking potato chip bags and digging in the large, almost empty, cookie container. The lid to the peanut butter jar is flopped onto the counter so that it spins like a top. He comments about that sound and does it again. Off to the refrigerator for the jam. Mumbling comments as he removes the lid from the jam. Clink…onto the counter! Laughter as the lid performs it’s “top maneuver”. The quick snap from the plastic bags, as he closes them, lets me know he is done. He is off again with the stomping up the stairs to brush his teeth and then the return stomping down the stairs. The multitude of zips and clips as he readies his book bag and the continuous pleading for candy to take to school fill the remaining minutes till he walks out the door. “Like I am going to send a child to school with candy after all the noise and flurry of activity I have experienced!” He moans and groans, questioning my parenting nature…but the No’s have it! He heads out the door. “The Sounds of My Morning” are reflecting the peaceful calm now that the “tropical storm” is waiting for his bus!
My husband is almost done as his shoes sound across the tile on the bathroom floor. Off to the kitchen to fill his commuter mug. The glass against the metal on the base clink as I pull the coffee pot out and replace it on the base. Beep…Beep…Beep! I open the door going into the garage and open the car door. Back into the house I go! The closing of the office door and mechanical locking let me know my husband is coming down. The creaks and squeaks of the stairs and our normal series of hugs and goodbyes. The garage door rises as the metal panels move and shake like a large roller-coaster slowly clicking it’s way up the first hill. The car is started and the seat belt alert chimes…he leaves! I return to my coffee!. A few moments of solitary silence…
It won’t be long and the other two, still snoring upstairs, will start their day. My 19 year old has an interview this morning at a very large exercise chain facility. “Keep him in your prayers or keep you fingers crossed!” The 21 year old works late today at his Jewelry Store job. It will be almost noon by that time and the morning, which was packed with sounds, will give way to a slower pace of normal activity. I will settle back in my chair, with my cup of non-package oatmeal, next to my snoring princess and finish my latte’! I have a list of things to do today…I will be walking plenty today and lifting heavier than normal objects. “OOO…exercise!” I will not hear these sounds again…not until tomorrow…then once again I will hear “The Sounds of My Morning!”
Think about it…what sounds are you hearing everyday? I bet they are the same as mine! Have a great day!
Just in the time I took to proof and eat my breakfast my 19 year old left for his interview. This was his third interview and he just called…He got the job! PARTY! Whoop…Whoop…Whoop! Sorry…he has been looking for a job for quite a while!
Today is our 26th Wedding Anniversary…where did the time go? Happy Anniversary! to my Honey! I remember the day very clearly! My then fiancé’ came home from work about 4 that Tuesday afternoon. I got off about 5 and drove the five short blocks to see him standing out in front of our apartment. He was grinning from ear to ear…”I am off tomorrow sooo….let’s get married! I immediately ran inside and called my boss in a frantic excitement. Every nerve in my body tingled and the tears were welling up in my eyes. I knew that this was short notice and was nervous my boss would not let me off. “Well congrats! That will be fine…I will take your class for you! Will I see you on Thursday?” I told her she would because he had to report back for duty on Thursday. With that settled I turned into the arms of my love.
Everything had already been gathered…the blood tests were completed and placed with the other paperwork. My roommate and her boyfriend would be our witnesses and they were thrilled when we told them that evening. I only had one hurdle standing in front of me…my parents! But what they didn’t know they could not stop.
Wednesday morning I ordered a few flowers and made a bouquet. The love of my life washed his truck. “I guess that is a guy thing!” We headed down to the courthouse and met up with our Best Man and Maid of Honor. My stomach was tossing and turning as it grumbled. I had been to excited to eat…we waited for what felt like an eternity…until the calling of our names stunned the silence.
It was a Wednesday afternoon at 4:00 when the Judge said “I now pronounce you husband and wife!” I floated out of the building and down the never-ending cascade of steps. We went home and I fixed dinner…we ate…and I left for choir practice. “Don’t shake your head!” My dad was the Minister of Music and there is no excuse for missing choir practice. Besides they did not know we were married!
I will not bore you with the unique and tedious details…we never have been the average couple. We only knew each other for 11 weeks. We were introduced and went on three dates in two weeks then he left for field exercises for 2 weeks. He proposed when he got back and then he went to Desert Training for 3 weeks about six days later. That was the longest three weeks of my life. When he returned from the Desert Training we were married 3 weeks later.
My dad bet me it would not last a year and thought I was only getting married because I was pregnant. “It was three years later when we welcomed our first son into the world!”
I guess I won that bet…to bad there was no money involved!
I found out from my mother that she and my father had eloped too! Imagine my surprise as she told me all about that tasty detail. Relief flooded over me! I had taken our marriage certificate to my mother and broke the news to her as she opened the envelope. My dad…well that was the hard one! I called him at work. “He could not throw a fit and had to remain calm!” He got us back for not telling them by calling us at 7:30 in the morning the Saturday after our wedding. “Good morning…you still sleeping? We are celebrating my birthday with a family picnic at the lake…the whole family…see you there!” The order was received and followed! We survived the family event and flurry of cross-examination type questioning.
My family have long since accepted my husband into the family and my parents do live him! It only took a few years…but they did come around. It may have been easier had we not moved back to his home state after he got out of the Army. “We moved from Georgia to Washington State…and I loved it!”
So here we are 26 years later… I have said goodbye to him this morning as he headed off to work…I will bake his one of his favorite cakes…Three-layer Chocolate Cake with almonds and clean the house and prepare and cook a dinner for him. We went out last night not knowing what time he might be able to get home tonight. I will clean the house and light the candles. Romance may have to wait…with three boys still living at home and normal schedules to follow…but our time will be special!
They said it would never last but here we are celebrating 26 years…I never considered the number of years…I just saw the happiness and love we would share together. So let me say it again…Happy Anniversary! I love being married…to my husband! Have a great day!
Up as usual and down the stairs! My Precious Princess wants out for morning for morning stomp through the freshly laid garden mulch. I open the door and see the trees bending over as the flag, in our yard, flies fully extended in proud fashion. I stepped out onto the front porch and feel the coolness in the stiff breeze as it blows by viciously. Only two things on my mind…check the weather forecast and I need my coffee!
Have a great day!
What?…No Way!…“You’ve Got To Be Kidding!” I am going to start ignoring American Idol.. This season only had, in my opinion, three good singers make the cuts from Hollywood Week. I have been voting for two the last couple of weeks. The so-called “tremendous talent” I just don’t see it. I see growlers and screamers…jazzy mumbles all who can sing…but tremendous talent…No Way! Last nights elimination of Colton Dixon, one of my favorites, was not a surprise. The Judges have their favorites…the gushing sentiments and standing ovations for these performers leave me shaking my head. “Did they hear the same performance I did?” “You’ve Got To Be Kidding!”
For those of you who may be shaking your heads at my ignorance…let me explain my background.
I was raised in a musical home. We all sing…and lead in our music ministries. My father was trained and performed in many venues just like my youngest sister and myself. My brother is an incredibly talented singer and instrumentalist. My other sister is involved with the music program at her church. My family have never been just choir singers, not that there is anything wrong with being a singer in a choir, we are used in other ways musically. I know there is more to this American Idol business than singing…but these judges did not pick the best and brightest this season at all, with the exception of three of them, out of the original singers that made it to Hollywood.
Maybe I have gotten old…”No..that can’t be…based on the type of music I listen to!” I was raised with a love for good music…no matter the type. I enjoy many different types of music…even instrumental classical. I feel sorry for the American Idol show and realize that this will probably be the last year, or season, that I will watch. My husband gets a kick out of me every week! I hold my phone in my hand with finger ready to dial and vote, like a mad dog, for my favorites. I have chosen the winner, early on, every season! One of my favorites is still in the mix…I will not mention her name…but, she has a spunky personality and incredibly big voice.
My husband, who does not have a musical bone in his body but thinks he does, cannot understand the judges either. My husband will spin and look at me, with that eyebrow raised, and say…”Eeww did you hear that?” “What did you think about that performance?” If my husband hears bad notes and questions the judges favorites there’s a problem. Maybe the melodious dragging of fingernails on a chalkboard is responsible for the “goosies” the judges experience. Most of the hopeful’s performances leave my eyes glazed over like a “deer in the headlights” with my mouth open wide as I think “You’ve Got To Be Kidding!”
Sorry for the rambling on…back to Colton! Kudos on the graceful exit! Colton has touched many with his belief based performances. Last night’s performance was an uplifting experience as he fell to his knees and sang from his heart. He knew! He was at peace! I cried as I watched this young man, full of spirit, sing the last note. “I will buy his CD!” My son, who does the audio/visual for a band, agreed! He could not believe Colton Dixon was eliminated. We will miss this young man and his creative versatility. The music business is not finished with him!
I know I may sound a bit picky…but we all have our likes and dislikes. I like melody…not note seeking growls. What do you like? Let me know! Have a great day!
With my list of chores already laid out before me today I receive this picture of a friends vacation spot. I simply replied…Jealous! I Would Rather Be There in that place by the sea! The fresh salty air and the mist from the breaking waves as they crash against the white sand. But I grab my coffee and continue with my day! I am not finding any solace in my daily doldrums. I need to escape! Don’t get me wrong…I love being a housewife and taking care of the castle. I just need to get out past the walls of the fortress…by myself…and breathe in some fresh air. I know…I know…I got out last night when I went to church. I will get out again on Sunday morning. Maybe I should have titled this post…”My Pity Party!” I will leave in a little while and search for a useful wedding gift for my niece. “Her wedding is Saturday!” Once that retail exploration is complete I will return to the castle…and clean!
The floors of the castle are laden with traveler’s dust and collections from their journeys….(translation)… The floors are covered in the tracked in dirt from the boys and the dog along with scattered debris, like clothes and balls and water bottles and doggie toys, as they came in. The movie images of the servants sweeping the castle’s dirt floors was hilarious to me as a child. Sadly…that is the way my floors have been lately. I know they are not dirt floors…but with the constant pollen and laying down of new mulch comes yard work which leads to a constant flow of mud and grass throughout the house.
The boys have their chores (which all seem to fall on me) that are completed during the day. With their new schedules and revolving door routine the chores never get done. My youngest…well he can’t be expected to do them all and he would forget to do them anyway. Besides…what beautiful Queen would want to live in a dirty castle! This Queen will not have her King come home to a dirty castle…he would not be happy! We are not a poor kingdom…but the concept of servants only exists in dreams. The shinning of the marble and crystal must be maintained. The polishing of the silver is not an everyday activity. The Royal Gardens are still under seasonal construction and will be completed in the summer. The ever present plague of dust must be removed by hand and Pledge. “A fresh scented Pledge dusting spray not a vow!” A short solitary escape is what I desire…I Would Rather Be There!
Walking along the shore as the sun’s glow touches my skin. The sound of the waves fills my senses and drowns out all other interruptions. The warm water covers my feet as the loosened sand embraces my toes.
Snapped back to reality as I sip on my latte’! Two have already left and two prepare for their day. I will soon be alone…able to accomplish what needs to be done. Is there a nap on that list? Funny, I always want a nap but never have the time for one. I will need to keep moving this morning to avoid stiffening up like a suit of armor in the castle halls. I moved the wrong way yesterday and twisted when I should have bobbed. The pain will fade…”I hope!”…as I continue my Royal Itinerary.
I should add a visit to the Royal Baker to my list…(the local Panera Bread) for my free Mocha refreshment! This will be a pleasant addition to my retail exploration. I peeked at the bride’s list of treasures and have a idea of a wonderful gift. “I received a very large oversized bowl when I got married and use it all the time.”
My stomach growls increasingly as I wonder if the Royal Cook has any brown sugar oats. Wait…I am the Royal cook…time to fix my breakfast. Do you want to escape? Where Would You Rather Be? For the time being…this Queen will continue on the path in front of her…until the King gives her some funds from the overflowing Royal Treasury. Ah! There lies the rub! The Royal Treasury is lacking and has not been overflowing for quite a while. Oh well! Have a great day!
I have reached the “End of the Rope” and I am slipping! The knot has come undone and the rope is beginning to loosen. It is time to get a few things off my chest! So I will take the chance right now and step up onto my Soap Box and share…“Soap Box Topics!”
Late e-mails from teacher…
The bells and whistles sound every night! E-mails from my youngest’s teachers reach my inbox between 10:00-12:00 midnight. I am sorry I can not follow through with my son as he is in bed.
I know what little boys are made of and the treasures they store in their pockets…I just need a garbage truck available for my youngest.
The parking lot is so small…Come on! Can we not think first when planning the parking lot. This school has three schools that feed into it. Each of them have parking lots the size of a standard shopping center.
Okay…to be fair…it is the lack of money. Not only does the $$$Money$$$ I have not buy what it bought a year ago but now the monthly installment has been decreased. Grocery prices and fuel prices continue to rise and the money coming in gets cut. “What’s a mom to do?” Arrrrgh!
I have been fortunate, until now, to be able to put a meal in the table and have no leftovers. If there were leftovers they were frozen and used later that week. When did Dinner Dictator move in and when can he move out?
Dinning Room Laundry Mat
Why must every article of clothing owned by my son sit in my Dinning Room? Wash and dry…take to your room and fold and put away. Worked before…will work now!
Empty Nester Tease
Quit acting like you are not living here! I plan for 5 for dinner…you don’t eat here! I plan for three for dinner…What can I eat?
Puppy Dog Eyes
I am sick and tired of the Puppy Dog Eyes that fill my 11year old’s face when he doesn’t get what others get. Your behavior is not consistent and your chores are done by others in the house…”Usually Mom!” What is this “I deserve it all” mentality? My husband and I never had to deal with this issue with our older three boys.
Pick A Box
As parents we know that each of our 4 children are unique. They have their own proverbial box they think outside of. Our youngest just keeps switching boxes and if one cannot be found in the house he will bring one home that we have never seen….much less experienced!
Why is it that I receive a beautiful Wedding Invitation complete with directions and hotel information from friends yet…four days before a family members wedding get a phone call and no formal invitation? “Sadly…the grandparents of the bride received a similar phone call invitation!”
Better not say anything else!
Just had to vent…I fell last week and thought I just jammed my big toe…Nope!
Long story short…I just moved my foot knocking my toe and the pain…
Well as daddy always said…”If you are going to make a mistake…make it a good one!”
I really need to wear more flat shoes!
I know it fell under the $$$Money$$$ topic but it really deserved to be mentioned again….”Right!” I might as well throw Gas Prices into the mix too!
He has always felt there should be plenty of money left over to play with after buying the groceries and filling up the car. I guess he forgot about the Orthodontist and the field trips and school supplies….picking up his dry cleaning and the last minute snack requests for his office. Hmmm!
I am getting a headache thinking about all these (Sarcastically picturing floating flowers and hearts to ease my reality!) normal, life altering, tedious situations. I know I am not alone and that many are suffering with devastating burdens thrust upon them daily. Please note as you read the above Soap Box Topics that I tried to keep them light and that I have left room for contemplation. The bigger picture is filled with disrespect, decaying families and economic downward spirals…”I’m just sayin’!”. Have a great day and thank you for stopping by and letting me rant! Time to ice my toe!