Crazy Invasion of Space!!

If you are or once was a mother of a very curious toddler (all hands are raised I'm sure!), I've captured a picture you once wish you had.

I'm comfortable in admitting that my smart phone is my new buddy. She travels with me everywhere I go...even to the bathroom. Don't ask why! I'm not so sure either! It's the compulsion to re review my calendar, text a friend, or view my email. Gross, sure. Cathartic, most definitely.

So here I am, phone in hand, appreciating my "private time" ..or so I think...

You'll have to look carefully at this picture, and when you do..you'll see the tiny fingers and a CRAZY INVASION OF SPACE!

I mean, c'mon Son, can Mommy use the bathroom in some form of privacy?!

What's even crazier is that this squirmy, wiggly hand game is not a new phenomenon in the Douglas household. These phantom fingers visit me the majority of the time I declare I deserve to have a shut door while using the potty. My son insists on probing his fingers in and out from under the door and have a conversation, all while Mommy uses the potty.

Tai's crazy, really. He gets it from my husband's side of the family =)

Okay, so YOU'RE next! Is your wallet manifesting into a CRAZY mini novel with receipts oozing out, awaiting to be penned into your checkbook register? Does your computer speakers innocently pick up your neighbor's CRAZY conversation from his CRAZY high frequency dispatching radio? Better yet, does your neighbor's car get pranked with vibrant colored post-it notes like Hillary's (http://www.theothermama.com)/?

Do tell! I'd like to know I'm in good company... =) It's comforting. I know my She Speak Sisters can relate and have tons of wacky tidbits to throw in the pot..

A Fresh Set of Eyes

So if you followed along yesterday's posting, you may have caught that I took my youngest daughter to have her eyes checked. This little girl, well- not so little anymore..she'll be 9 in a few weeks, is made up of all silly bones. She's a total riot- all of the time! Her consistent optimistic attitude is admirable and her response to change is an area I get on my knees to ask for. She recognized her [visual] perspective was off, embraced the outreach for aide, and welcomed a new normal. Asia, I am godly proud of you! At what point do we become so jaded to the point where we loose that litheness?

Dough Happens

It's funny how I can pray in the morning and ask God to interrupt my plans for His own.

According to my smart phone, October 7 was going to be a busy, yet manageable, day.

Get to the office by 7am.
Leave at 12n.
Pick up the girls from school at 12:30pm.
Run to Larry's Produce.
Take Asia to her optical apt at 1:45.
Pick up Tai by 3:30.
Asia has her first golf lesson at 4:00-5pm.
Angel has flag football practice at 5:30-7:00pm.

..and somewhere in between, Tai needed to get a bath, dinner was anxious to be cooked, kids bubbled over for hugs/kisses/attention, and the hubby deserved affection..

Freeze... remember what I said, "October 7 was going to be a busy, yet manageable day."

Women, can we take this time to pat ourselves on the back and lift up a high five to the Big Man Upstairs! Wow He's amazing! And yet we were made from a rib! Imagine if we were made from a mobile part of the body..say feet or thighs..good heavens! I digress..

ANYWAYS, just when I was ready to leave for work, I get a call from the school secretary that the cookie dough from the fall fundraiser has arrived. Because Angel and Asia vied for top seller, we had 46 boxes of dough! 46! And it needed to stay frozen?! Where in the world will they go?!

There wasn't even enough time to consult my smart phone. But the reality is that it just needed to get done.

Solution: Substitute Larry's with the healthiest option at Wendy's, solicit help from a willing husband and ex-husband, and smother the kids with silly songs and jokes during the taxi ride and stops to keep the spirits high.

Dough happens, roll with it.