If you ask Mom to read a book…

Poor Doodlebug. My normally low-level ADD has hit all new levels this pregnancy. She’s living the real life version of “If you Give a Mouse a Cookie” or whatever the name of that abominable little book documenting the state of affairs that can occur with a highly distracted main character.  Mid morning she asked me to read her a book. Happy to do so I go over to the book-shelf to select one aaaand notice that it is in a disorganized shambles.

Bookshelf in shambles

Bookshelf in shambles

After working on the bookcase for two minutes there is now a pile of trash to throw away leading to the discovery of an over-full kitchen trashcan that breaks on the way out and leaks all over the kitchen, laundry and rec room floors….

Leaky Trashbag drippings

Leaky Trashbag drippings

After spraying, cleaning and wiping up the floors I head to the laundry room to drop off the dirty rag and realize a load of laundry should be started.

Load of dirty laundry

Load of dirty laundry

Load of laundry started I notice a box of clean socks that have been patiently waiting to be matched for (cough cough) a while. Maybe longer than a while. As a matter of fact I can’t remember when that box of clean socks was stuck up on top of the dryer. Definitely a priority. Needs to be done. Little wonder DaMan has been having a hard time finding socks lately.

Box of clean socks

Box of clean socks

While diligently matching the socks two are discovered to need mending. This reminds me of a couple of other projects that need mending. And reminds me that I actually enjoy mending and hand needlework. It makes me feel frugal to save clothes otherwise destined to be tossed or relegated to crafts. Yes. Socks must be mended.

Socks to be mended

Socks to be mended

Search for sewing kit commences. Kit has apparently grown legs and run away from home. I meander through house looking for kit thinking that the small kid might be the source of it’s magical legs routine. On one of the trips through the kitchen I happen to notice the time. Noon! Time to start lunch. No wonder I was feeling hungry. Lunch being the next obvious thing on the agenda I go to the stove to start it…Only to realize the stove needs to be cleaned first.

Dirty Stove-top

Dirty Stove-top

At the sink to get a dishcloth to wipe the stove down I look out the kitchen window. A bunch of beautiful red tomatoes promptly begin calling my name and giving descriptions of huge green caterpillars and other horrible creatures who are just waiting to pounce and eat them up before I rescue them.

Garden wailing for attention through the kitchen sink window

Garden wailing for attention through the kitchen sink window

Enough! I say. Lunch must come first. I’ll run a tomato rescue mission after lunch. And so the Stove is cleaned and lunch is started…

Clean Stove top

Clean Stove top

Happily working away at lunch I tune in just in time to hear the patient and long suffering preschooler inquiring about that book. Book?? What book??? Oooooh. THAT book out of the still disorganized bookcase that led to the still dirty floor and laundry that now needs to be dried, socks that need mending and stove that is now being used for lunch. (ahem) Yes. That book indeed.

Maybe she would have had better luck if she’d offered me a cookie. =P

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