Procrastination and a Fritz update

This post feels so disjointed to me. I started writing it three days ago, then Wednesday I ended up with a miserable high fever which knocked me flat on my behind. I still have a headache. I never get headaches, which is suprising considering my life with these little ones. Anyway, here you go.

My husband was gone all last week. There was one thing he wanted me to do while he was gone. By that I mean, in addition to my usual job of keeping our children alive which is the bare minimum of my successful day.

I'm a fairly good mom. All three of my children are still alive.

I was supposed to look over our taxes, which my patient husband had completed, and check for any mathematical and/or stupidity errors.

Remember, I had all week to do it.

So I reorganized the living room.

That project was actually necessary for the baby's survival (which is an important part of my job as I just mentioned). The little bean had begun attempting to take flight lessons off the back of the couch. She thought it was funny. I did not.

For safety reasons, the couch is now backed up against a wall. Problem solved, except that it meant I also had to move two chairs, scoot the large playroom area rug over a bit, and generally vacuum and extract toys from underneath every piece of furniture in the room.

Why do a job except to do it well, right?

I dusted the corn soot off the baseboard and window trim. I sorted through the kids books, replaced batteries in a few much loved toys, and even vacuumed underneath that big playroom rug. I'm not sure that we have ever vacuumed under there. Now we have.

In between changing diapers, feeding kids and gathering eggs, that was basically a full day project.

The next time the thought of taxes went through my head was also the same unfortunate moment that I noticed a carpet beetle larvae crawling up the baseboard in our sun room. Gross. If there is one, there are more. How many more I am going to keep my little secret.

Let's just say, I carefully peeled up the tiniest corner of that yucky carpet to see what kind of floor was underneath.

And then I peeled it some more.

Like some really amazing dark chocolate, I could not stop myself.


I ripped the whole dumb thing out. Good riddance carpet beetle larvae!

The baby laughed.

The three year old said, "Oh MOMMY! You shouldnint have done THAT!"

The five year old said, "What did you do?"

I said, "I wonder what your Daddy will say?"

Of course, then I had to pull up the carpet padding, vacuum, pull staples up, and vacuum some more. I wasn't sure what tool I needed to get those nail strips off the floor. They were stuck tight.

Anyway, in the spirit of procrastination and distraction, I want to tell you a little story about this tool. A tool that is mine, and one I actually did use in my carpet beetle larvae removal project.


You see the rust?

No? Of course you don't.

This little tool of mine, it is a handy one. Someone else likes to use it too.

Once upon a time he used it in late summer, and then it disappeared. It was gone all fall, the entire long winter, and finally turned up the next spring, as rusty as anything. And not for lack of searching either, believe me!

Any idea where it was hiding all that time? The one place we never thought to look?

The garage roof, of course.

There is still some rust on it. And even though I'm glad to have it back, it just hasn't been quite the same since.

I did finally look over our taxes, ummm... after my husband returned safely home, and I did indeed fine one minor error, but it didn't change any of the final numbers in any way.

Alright, I know the truth is that you read all this way just for the news regarding Fritz. People, it's good stuff. It made me laugh out loud, and I hope it does the same for you.

Ready?

Let me simply give you this, which is as close as my foggy brain can recall how it was told to me, "King Fritz did scare our other rooster enough that he flew the coop and the dog ate him."

And that was the end of the Leghorn.

Seriously, I am wiping tears from my eyes. I am so glad I did not axe that guy.