Monday, June 02, 2008

Highlight

Spent the morning digging through the trash can! Does anyone else have children that want to save EVERYTHING??? My children find a rock and think it is a treasure forever and can not throw it away. SO to compensate I do what any honorable mom should do and wait until they are away at school and throw everything away. So when I saw a large beat up dirty tote in Tyson's back pack I thought for sure he would want to keep this eye sore. I could just hear it now how sentimentally attached he was because it held his glue all year and I has having none of that! So I used my mom magic and made it disappear in the trash before it turned into a discussion. That was Friday. Saturday was a wonderful day cleaning out the garage. I threw away everything and anything that was unused and indescribable. I was so proud to fill 2 trash cans to the rim. Monday morning comes and Tyson says, "Mom where's my tote?" To avoid any lies and wrong teachings I said, "Where did you put it?" He then replied, "I don't know Mom but I have to have it TODAY. My teacher sent it home with us to wash it and bring it back to school today!" Spent the morning digging through my trash cans.

9 comments:

Sara said...

Nice! I really am jealous that you can go through your home and garage and throw things away. My wonderful husband.....wont let me throw ANYTHING away. I don't even need to dig through the trash, he does it for me to make sure I haven't thrown any of his precious junk away. Go figure!

Stacey said...

I can't believe i found you. It's been so long. My sister was in town last week and had me make a blog and told me how cool it was. Didn't believe it until I started blog spying and trying to find old friends. How fun you had a girl! My blog's pretty lame, I was actually going to post to it today, it may not happen. You have an adorable family! Or I guess with all those boys I should say handsome? Anyone else I know have blogs, I'm going to go do a little more checking!

Chip and Lisa said...

Stacey- How in the world are you??? I lost all contact with you and I had no idea how to find you. I need more information so email me your email or send me your blog when you post it. You know I fought it for a while and now I can't stop. It's like my journal that I let everyone read.

Kierra said...

Lisa, I am so glad I am not the only one who has to put up with sentimental boys, my husband being the worst! Rocks and leaves are my boys favorite things to collect. When Nate was in kindergarten his teacher sent home all the work he had done, and of course none of it was worth keeping. I would sneak them into the garbage but then Nate would go throw something away and he would see his papers crumpled up in there. He would say "HEY! This isn't garbage!" I finlly got wise enough to throw it out in the outside garbage can.

Stacey said...

Lisa, sorry about not leaving info. I thought you could just link from my post, I'm new at this thing. I feel like an old lady who has no idea about technology anymore. Brent laughs at me, anyways, I think I clicked on the link that will now follow my post to my email. I think you can click on my name as well and then just go to the last noel blog, the other one is from the RS pres I used to be in.

Stacey said...

oops, see I have no idea what I'm doing. Anyways, here's my email staceylnoel@gmail.com, I'd love to hear from you!

Anonymous said...

That is so funny James is always keeping tresures that we have to throw away. As for your 5:00 am workouts how do you do it? I would just pushed snooze and go back to bed. You look great!!!

Kara said...

i totally agree--husbands can be just as bad as the kids. we still have ammon's childhood pillow. didn't bother me until i saw that episode of oprah about all the germs that lurk around our houses...

speaking of germs, i know how hard it must have been for you to go through that trash! just think about how much easier the bin was to find that a retainer will be some day!

spackers said...

Love this story. We have all been there. Your blog is the perfect place for a Mom to feel "normal". Love you!
Sarah