Sunday, July 6, 2014

Rambling On

Well, I got Carson all packed and off to camp today.  I need to make a confession right here before we go any further.......I'm "that mother" who carefully irons all of their kid's clothes, rolls them into appropriate and matching combinations and then packs them in a neatly organized manner.  I know it's a control thing.  I admit that, but you know when your child or husband is away, you want them to look nice.......and match.  After all, contrary to Davis' belief, you cannot wear olive green shorts with a turquoise green shirt citing, "well, they're both green" as your reasoning. 
  
On Carson's recent trip to San Antonio, the chaperones were posting pictures of the kids on social media, so that we, parents, could see what they were doing each day and I was sitting here at home on my laptop like......"Oh my word.....what does he have on??.....I know that was NOT rolled up together!"

My mother was the queen of meticulous packing when we, kids, went on trips and I credit her for my inheritance of this disorder, OCP.  When my brothers and I would go to church camp or wherever, all the other kids would have their clothes folded and packed straight from the dryer's fluff setting....perfectly nice, but not us.  No, our mother had to take it to the next level with starch so heavy that our shorts crunched when we sat down.  Oh, and everything had creases......pants legs, shirt sleeves, pajamas.....everything.  I'm talking creases so sharp our pants legs were like ax blades.  We looked like the dry cleaner's children. 

The night before my trip, she would call me into my room, where she'd been working on my suitcase, for the briefing.  "Now your underwear is in this pocket and I put your toothpaste and toothbrush over here in this zipper."  And there was always the obligatory trash bag folded in there somewhere for our dirty clothes, into which we were always warned about putting anything wet or damp.  I confess I had a similar briefing with Carson last night on where everything was in his bag and emphasized how "we" should only wear clothes that are rolled up together, so I've done all I can do.  If he chooses to wear red and orange together this week, it is out of my hands now.  

We had a great 4th weekend, by the way.  Lots of food, family, water balloons, snowballs, watermelon, homemade ice cream, and explosives.  Here are most of the young'uns....who started out so festive in red, white, and blue, but by this time of night, there seemed to be a lot of green in the haggard crowd as if we were celebrating the birth of Saudi Arabia or Libya. Still.....they were patriotic at heart and having fun. 
And this is too cute not to share.  We also celebrated my sweet niece's birthday this weekend and since she got a princess dress and tea set as a gift, Blair officiated a tea party in her prom dress from the 11th grade.  Blair relishes any opportunity to dress up and be fancy.  It was a precious moment with the little princesses. 
   
Now, I sit here feeling full and guilty.  We went walking after supper tonight and then ran by the grocery store for a few items.  I've decided that grocery shopping after walking is not a good idea.  I feel hungry.....and entitled.  In addition to the items I went for, I also picked up the odd combination of Golden Grahams, fresh salsa, and Reduced Fat Oreos on a whim. They spoke to me.  I got home and had a bowl of Golden Grahams.....haven't had those in years and decided it was time to change that.  After that taste of sweetness, I decided I needed a little salty, so I broke out the Scoops and fresh salsa and chased that with a little orange juice.  I was still feeling a little twinge of hunger, so I topped it all off with a couple of Oreos and a glass of milk.  I hope that my tubes haven't come untied and Abraham and I aren't expecting.  No, I think I'm just a glutton.  Basically, I cancelled out all of my walking, but it was an enjoyable little bedtime snack indeed. 
 
That's all I've got tonight......as riveting and rambling as it was. 
 
Have a good Monday, y'all! 
 
 

  

6 comments:

  1. It is the ongoing dilemma of my adult life - when I exercise, I feel entitled to more calories. There is no solution! Now your packing protocol, I do not follow. Glad you had a great weekend!

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    1. I guess we just exercise, so we can eat more, Missy June! :) I'm fine with that.

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  2. My son just got back from youth camp. The trash bag for wet clothes was not touched even though I saw a video of him crawling through wet mud. I'm not sure if those items were just thrown away or mixed in with the rest! I don't think he ever used his sunscreen or bug spray. All of the items I put in little pockets of the suitcase might as well have not been there. It's out of sight, out of mind for him! :)

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    1. Oh my word!!! That sounds just like my son!! He also came home from his last trip with a lot of clothes that were still clean and folded, but I hadn't packed any extra. Hmmmmm. Boys, boys, boys.......

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  3. Love the line about looking like the dry cleaners children. : )

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    1. Yep, she can iron like nobody's business, Happyone! :)

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