It's Labor Day Weekend which is the time when everyone is supposed to take a break from their labor. But us moms never stop laboring so what should we call our weekend? I mean I still find myself doing labor room type breathing and my youngest is 8 years old. Every time my kids (whom I treasure I should add) do irresponsible kid things I find myself doing that panting breathing thing they taught us in Lamaze Classes. Lately, I've been breathing like this over post-it notes.
Okay here is the deal. I really like post-it-notes. But the problem in my house is that this strange love of mine sets me up for failure with my attitude. You see having five kids and keeping my post-it-notes well stocked is a feat that is proving impossible. Plain and simple...they waste, misplace, and have little regard for my post-its!
I mean it has gotten to the point where I am finding myself hiding them in secret places along with my favorite gum and my favorite pens. All three of these things go missing and add to the familiar chorus that I should write a song to:
(sung to the tune of Bob and Larry's Where is my Hairbrush)
Oh where are my post-its
Oh where are my post-its
I'm gonna have a tizzy oh my head is getting dizzy
from looking forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr my post-its!
The real post-it brand post-its are expensive. So, during my last trip to Walmart I bought the off brand of post-its that were much cheaper. But they don't stick! I mean they stick for a second or two and then the edges start to pull away and before you know it, there are little yellow squares containing vital information spinning and twirling their way to ground where they are promptly stepped on and smudged beyond repair...(Heaven forbid anyone else pick a piece of paper up off the ground around here other than me! smiling...not really.)
Now here's the real kicker!!!! I can't get rid of these off brand, no stick, post-its! The kids don't touch them. I leave them out in plain sight begging them to use these all up so I can go back to Walmart, buy the expensive ones, hide them, only to discover that someone has discovered my hiding spot, steal them, and get in a real-brand post-it note tizzy all over again.
So, basically what I'm saying is that I'm missing having my real post-it note hissy fits! Oh dear this will probably be one of the things my kids talk about while laying on a therapist's couch one day. I just hope he doesn't have his post-it notes on his desk when my kids come for a session...he'll be having a hissy fit too!
If someone would have told me fifteen years ago that this is how I would soon be spending my Labor Day Weekend, I don't know whether I would have laughed or cried. But the truth is, I wouldn't want it any other way.
Okay, now that I've gotten all this out of my system, I think I'll make good use of those post it notes to tell everyone in my home how much I love them. But first I'm going to search e-bay for some large discount supply of real post-it brand post-it notes.
Smiles!
Okay here is the deal. I really like post-it-notes. But the problem in my house is that this strange love of mine sets me up for failure with my attitude. You see having five kids and keeping my post-it-notes well stocked is a feat that is proving impossible. Plain and simple...they waste, misplace, and have little regard for my post-its!
I mean it has gotten to the point where I am finding myself hiding them in secret places along with my favorite gum and my favorite pens. All three of these things go missing and add to the familiar chorus that I should write a song to:
(sung to the tune of Bob and Larry's Where is my Hairbrush)
Oh where are my post-its
Oh where are my post-its
I'm gonna have a tizzy oh my head is getting dizzy
from looking forrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr my post-its!
The real post-it brand post-its are expensive. So, during my last trip to Walmart I bought the off brand of post-its that were much cheaper. But they don't stick! I mean they stick for a second or two and then the edges start to pull away and before you know it, there are little yellow squares containing vital information spinning and twirling their way to ground where they are promptly stepped on and smudged beyond repair...(Heaven forbid anyone else pick a piece of paper up off the ground around here other than me! smiling...not really.)
Now here's the real kicker!!!! I can't get rid of these off brand, no stick, post-its! The kids don't touch them. I leave them out in plain sight begging them to use these all up so I can go back to Walmart, buy the expensive ones, hide them, only to discover that someone has discovered my hiding spot, steal them, and get in a real-brand post-it note tizzy all over again.
So, basically what I'm saying is that I'm missing having my real post-it note hissy fits! Oh dear this will probably be one of the things my kids talk about while laying on a therapist's couch one day. I just hope he doesn't have his post-it notes on his desk when my kids come for a session...he'll be having a hissy fit too!
If someone would have told me fifteen years ago that this is how I would soon be spending my Labor Day Weekend, I don't know whether I would have laughed or cried. But the truth is, I wouldn't want it any other way.
Okay, now that I've gotten all this out of my system, I think I'll make good use of those post it notes to tell everyone in my home how much I love them. But first I'm going to search e-bay for some large discount supply of real post-it brand post-it notes.
Smiles!
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