Real housewife of Pacific NW

You have been visiting this blog for a while. You like me on Facebook and follow me on Twitter. Surely not a day passes by without you checking out my 365 photo of the day. So really we are like old friends.

Except you don’t really know what I do all day. But in this day and age, with reality TV becoming essential part of our entertainment, I owe it to you. Here is a summary of my day.

After a few short hours of sleep I am woken up by my son. He climbs into my bed and tells me he thinks it is snowing outside. In his defense the morning mist is so thick we can barely see the neighbors house. But no, it is still summer. I wish I slept till November.

Two books and a bizarre conversation about an excavator later we are downstairs making breakfast. Bacon and waffles have been requested, again. Lucky for him, they make waffles in a variety of flavors these days. Or so I tell my self to feel better about Little J’s unbalanced diet.

Dog comes in, slobbers on my t-shirt and goes back to sleep. While taking a shower my son helps himself to my coin box and fills up his piggy bank. He then comes up to tell me his piggy is full and we are ready to buy the excavator he wants. Three minute shower cut down to two. Followed by a talk on how a coin a day is earned by being a good boy and taking the coins from me is stealing. How he should work hard in life and nothing is ever given to you. Followed by ordering the excavator online and paying with husband’s piggy bank.

Dog walked around the neighborhood, two big poop bags added to pollute the planed and fill up our landfills. An hour stop at the playground. Little J tells me what to do as he pretend plays. Which is pretty much reverse role play. I am always amazed by how cool I am when my kid pretends to be me. As he starts worshiping two five year old boys rolling the baseball up and down the slide, I sit down and catch up with my inbox and reading comments on my posts. An email from Linda makes me happy.

One of the older boys tells the other his throw was an epic fail. The other one retaliates by telling him everything he does is an epic fail. I am appalled. Walk home is spend by me ignoring Little J’s persistent inquiry as to what epic fail means. I finally distract him by putting him in charge of Big M’s leash.

Little J goes to summer camp at his preschool for three hours this afternoon. Dog and I go to the farm. Friend joins me on a trail ride and we catch up on gossip. We mostly talk about movies featuring hot cowboys. All I can think of is Brokeback Mountain. I really need to watch more TV. But I stand by my statement that photography in the movie was great. Vizon is very sweaty and dusty after the ride, so I wash him. He is not too impressed. Big M stops at the pond for a swim and returns to the barn stinky, so I wash him. He is not too impressed either.

We pick Little J up from the school. He tells me the minivan smells like wet dog again. Then he recaps his first day of summer camp. I am very proud of him for being the only kid with a color coordinated art project. Sure he might just have juvenile OCD, but I believe my son is a genius.

We pull into the garage and I walk across the road to retrieve mail. The back door of the van is open so the dog can jump out. Little J hits the garage door remote. Door starts rolling down, hitting the minivan back door. In a split second I realize I will be left locked out and run like I never ran before. Car door is scratched, garage door is fine. I am reunited with my boys. Again I have to give another speech about what is right and what is wrong. My least favorite part of being a parent.

Neighbor comes with her daughter to play for a bit. We make plans to go golfing tomorrow. As she is leaving she says “see you tomorrow” to which I respond ” what are we doing tomorrow?”. Yes, I suffer from short term memory. Please remind me tomorrow around 4 PM on Twitter that I need to put my golf bags in the car.

Dinner followed by the same bedtime conversation. Yes, it is late. Yes, I know it is sunny. Grateful for not living in Lapland and wondering if Mrs. Santa is having a hard time putting elves to bed. Two books and no coin later my son is asleep by eight.

As you can see life is pretty exciting in my corner of the world. If I ever look hot like the Kardashians I will let someone follow me around with a camera. For now you must take my word for it. This is too real to me made up anyway. And it is a pretty good life. Don’t you think?

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  1. Posted July 7, 2011 at 02:15 by Metropolitan Mum | Permalink

    I agree, Kim looks to die for. Still, I am quite happy with my own bum :-) Thanks for sharing!! xx

  2. Posted July 7, 2011 at 02:44 by mom2kiddos | Permalink

    I read every word. Yes I would say it’s a pretty good life. I much prefer reading this than watching the Kardashians!

  3. Posted July 7, 2011 at 05:28 by [email protected] Wants This | Permalink

    I love your life, it’s not just a good life, it’s a GREAT life!!

  4. Posted July 7, 2011 at 05:31 by Diane | Permalink

    Growing up in the NW, there is a reason we called in ‘Coma (for Tacoma). Just reading your story makes me even more excited about our pending visit up there later this month. We are roasting here in Austin and cannot wait to be outdoors without swooning from the heat.

    • Posted July 7, 2011 at 09:33 by Stasha | Permalink

      So far it has been a beautiful summer. Very slow to start, but clear skies every day. Remember to bring a jumper :)
      Do you publish your writing anywhere? Loved the piece you read at LTYM.

  5. Posted July 7, 2011 at 05:51 by Ado | Permalink

    I love the description of an “ordinary” day in the life of a Mom, esp. because it included the one potentially dangerous situation w. the garage door nearly closing/locking you out/son in. We have all been there (some of us on a daily basis)! I remember when Fi was 2 loading groceries in car, she pressed auto-lock (on a hot day, windows rolled up). I was so panicked, got store security, we are all running around the car like crazy – then she decides to press the “unlock” button and…relief! These are the things that keep us all on our toes, huh? but man I could do w.out ‘em. Soooo glad you made it into that garage before it closed! (-:

    • Posted July 7, 2011 at 09:40 by Stasha | Permalink

      You know the worst bit is that up until yesterday I always locked the garage door in an upright position because I feared it might happen. But after all this time of him never attempting to press the button I though: enough with the paranoia. Leave it up to my kid to prove my instinct was right. I ran down the driveway and rolled under the door Ninja style.
      I can just imagine Fi thinking “Why is everybody running around the car? I will unlock the car and get out to join them. Looks like fun!”

  6. Posted July 7, 2011 at 06:04 by Bill | Permalink

    I agree with some of the previous commenters – this blog is better than the Kardashians. And plus, we get to see your photography, which is sort of like having a camera follow you around.

  7. Posted July 7, 2011 at 08:01 by rachel | Permalink

    love. you are one funny lady. glad to call you friend.

  8. Posted July 7, 2011 at 10:10 by Lex | Permalink

    I enjoyed spending the day with you! While bacon & waffles might not be what many think is a good meal, cold cereal is a staple here. My kids can’t live without it.

    I always wonder what I am like to my kids & their pretend play kind of tells me. Sometimes I cringe when they say things to their pretend kids. I think “do I really sound like that?” & then I think “good! because then they’ll listen!”

    I don’t think I would have deferred the explanation of epic fail. Just because if I didn’t answer, then the questions would be endless, distraction or not – but my kids are older, relentless.

    If this is a typical day then your life is perfect, even with the little freak outs (getting close to being locked out!!). Perfect because you live it doing what you want, being happy.

  9. Posted July 7, 2011 at 10:34 by Theresa | Permalink

    Sounds like my life, except replace boys with girls, excavators with princesses, poop with boogers, and viola! Its like we are the same person!

    • Posted July 7, 2011 at 18:33 by Stasha | Permalink

      I will swap you my dog’s big poo with the biggest, nastiest booger any day :)

  10. Posted July 7, 2011 at 11:14 by Linda Medrano | Permalink

    I think it’s a lovely day that begins with love from little boy and big boy! I love the awesome reasoning power kids have. And I’m so glad nobody and no canine and no vehicle was cut in half because of the garage door! Whew!

    • Posted July 7, 2011 at 18:36 by Stasha | Permalink

      Was close but all is well that ends well. I checked my mail out of the car window today. With the kid and dog safely in the back of the vehicle. Neighbors must think I am either lazy or mad. But I am just wiser and cautious…

  11. Posted July 7, 2011 at 22:53 by Annie @ Mama Dweeb | Permalink

    You told that story so well! I am so happy that you are able to get your young one to sleep when it is still light outside. My kids are 4 and 2 and they don’t nap and don’t sleep until 9pm at the earliest. How I dream of shorter days!

  12. Posted July 7, 2011 at 23:19 by Jessica | Permalink

    I think I would join you in your day in the Pacific NW.

  13. Posted July 8, 2011 at 09:31 by Ally | Permalink

    Aw, it’s a great life indeed!

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