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    Lady Buggin’ Out

    How was your Mother’s Day weekend Biz?

    I had a wedding all day Saturday and got to bed quite late that night. I woke up yesterday close to 10am though! I got to sleep in because Jeff is one of the best. He took the kids downstairs and got them set up with their milk, cartoons and breakfast. Had a cup of coffee waiting for me.. perfect start! We got the kids ready for church, then lunch and the rest of the day I tried to do what most mother’s were told to do which was: nothing.

    You tell a mom to do “nothing” and she thinks of all the things that still need to be done that wouldn’t look like she is “working”. When I hear, “babe, I want you to enjoy your day and do nothing!” I see this as great opportunity to get things done without having to look after the kids. Things like:

    1. Edit images from a few weeks ago
    2. Cull and upload all the images taken at the wedding yesterday
    3. Go grocery shopping for the week.. ahh..groceries without kids
    4. Go to Bevmo and stock up a little.. or a lot. Ahh.. Bevmo without kids
    5. Design those 3 albums that need to be designed
    6. Get prepped for June
    7. Clean out closet
    8. Laundry

    I mean, this is precious time here. I don’t need pampering on this one set day. It’s impossible to feel pampered anyway knowing there is so much to do! Dad sent me this fun story I wanna share with you:

    The story is told of a man who came home from work only to find his children outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers scattered around garden. The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house, and no sign of the dog.

    Walking in the door, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over and the throw rug was piled against one wall. In the front room the TV was on loudly with the cartoon channel, the family room was littered with toys and various items of clothing. In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the refrigerator door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.

    He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she might be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys scattered over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls. As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed, reading a novel.

    She looked up at him, smiled and asked how his day went. Completely confused, he asked her, “What happened here today?”

    She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?” “Yes,” he replied with a baffled look on his face.

    She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it!”

    **So below are some photos of the kids helping me with our garden out back! I read a few posts here and there about ladybugs helping with the plant growth/keeping other pests away. We were told to spray a little bit of sugar water first and then release these ladybugs in to their new world: our back yard. There were over 500 in this little cup – kinda freaky seeing them crawl out the way they do. Amelia was all for it – Seb was kinda creeped out for a while and didn’t want much to do with the bugs, he sure loved the sugar water though! (Spraying it, that is.) Put these babes to work and they had such a good time! This activity cost a whopping $8 and kept them entertained for close to 2 hours. I wanna say at least half the ladybugs peaced out by the following day. Or died?

    Chat with you soon, Becs!


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