Wool Dryer Balls Vs. Dryer Sheets

A few months ago, we began using wool dryer balls instead of dryer sheets. This was due in part to my son’s severe sensitive skin issues.  Since switching, our electricity bills have lowered, and we no longer itch and, more importantly, my son does not break out in anymore rashes–a plus side: safe to use on infant clothing! Dryer sheets contain chemicals that can irritate the skin, whereas wool dryer balls do not. Plus, you can reuse them and do not have to spend money on dryer sheets anymore! How awesome is that?

You can purchase them on Amazon pre-made or buy the wool and make them yourself, using a single nylon stocking (after you form the ball) to make them felt. You stick them in the washing machine, preferably with sheets and pants, and then into the dryer (still in the nylon stocking).  After they are dry, remove them from the nylon stocking and viola, you now have your own wool dryer balls!

http://www.amazon.com/Eco-Friendly-Dryer-Handmade-Natural-Unscented/dp/B0071N01PI

Or you can purchase 100% wool roving yarn.

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I Choose to Laugh

Chasing Wild Horses

My son is nearly 14 months old, so he is at the “get into EVERYTHING and exploring” stage. Sigh. At least I get plenty of exercise because he sure keeps this Momma on her toes. I was able to get in some cleaning because he is also at the clingy stage and panics when he cannot see me. I stick him in his walker while I shower and just allow him to go down the hallway and the bathroom for my mind’s sake.

Well, he curiosity got the better of him this time.

Victim: The toilet paper.

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A brand new roll at that.

It took less than 15 seconds for my wild monkey to unravel the TP and begun mummifying himself. My kid has talent!

I could not help but find the whole situation humorous. So, I snapped a photo. Plus, he looked so darn cute all bound up in…

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I Choose to Laugh

Chasing Wild Horses

My son is nearly 14 months old, so he is at the “get into EVERYTHING and exploring” stage. Sigh. At least I get plenty of exercise because he sure keeps this Momma on her toes. I was able to get in some cleaning because he is also at the clingy stage and panics when he cannot see me. I stick him in his walker while I shower and just allow him to go down the hallway and the bathroom for my mind’s sake.

Well, he curiosity got the better of him this time.

Victim: The toilet paper.

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A brand new roll at that.

It took less than 15 seconds for my wild monkey to unravel the TP and begun mummifying himself. My kid has talent!

I could not help but find the whole situation humorous. So, I snapped a photo. Plus, he looked so darn cute all bound up in…

View original post 40 more words

Homemade Sloppy Joes

This is another family favorite and super easy to make…and quick!

This recipe is from the Heinz Co. but I modified it and changed and added ingredients.

Homemade Sloppy Joes

1 tablespoon shortening
1 LB ground turkey
2/3 cup onion, chopped finely
1/8 teaspoon pepper
2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 tablespoon flour
2 teaspoons Worcestershire sauce
3/4 cup ketchup
1 cup water (I put a little water of the 1/4 cup in at a time
until I have the thickness I want–I do not use all of the water).
1/2 cup finely chopped green or red bell pepper (optional)

10 hamburger buns, heated or toasted.

I double the recipe for my family. It also makes great leftovers for lunches.

Directions

Melt shortening in skillet; add meat and next 4 ingredients; cook until meat loses the red color, stirring occasionally. Drain off the grease using a colander. Return meat to pan and stir in water, Worcestershire sauce and ketchup; allow to simmer and stir occasionally for 15 to 20 minutes or until you have reached the desired thickness.

*This takes between 25-35 minutes to prep and cook.

It’s Friday Night, Do You Know Where My Sanity Is?

My hubby decided to do Valentine’s dinner on Friday since it will be snowing on Valentine’s (which is supposed to last all weekend, which means school will be on a two-hour delay or closed–DARN YOU JACK FROST)!

So, I figure, hey, we are going to my favorite restaurant so it doesn’t matter. We will do some light shopping (putting away clothes for my daughter while they are on sale) and then go to dinner. We’ll be back early enough to put the kids in bed (at least the older one because my toddler is still on “sleep strike”). What could go wrong?

Well…

We didn’t get out of the door as soon as we intended, which almost always happens anyway–I should have seen that coming.

The store was overly crowded, which makes it that much more difficult to navigate a cart AND kids. I had to salvage through the clothing because, as always, when there are items on sale, they hardly EVER have your child’s size.

I get the clothes, other items, and get ready to go. Hubby comes up with daughter. He is in an unpleasant mood because she has been a little monster the entire time she has been in the store. She is almost twelve so I blame it on hormones. God help us all when Auntie Flow pays her a lovely visit. *Cries softly*

I pay for my purchases and head for the door when I realize…

My son’s coat is GONE! He must have flung it out of the cart while I was shopping. So, I go into PANIC MODE thinking someone walked off with it because it is a nice, brown leather jacket. I ask a few people for help. A young male cashier acted as though I was speaking another language so I sought out a woman. Her and another lady aided in my coat retreval. Thank God for honest people. A woman overheard and found the coat. Phew.

(Meanwhile my daughter finds it a “good idea” to walk behind me so I cannot see where she is and I go into yet ANOTHER panic mode because now I think I’ve lost a kid). She’s too old for one of those leash things, right?

So, we make our way back out. It is now seven pm. Did I mention we left at 4:45 in the afternoon?

We are at the restaurant, which looks crowded. My thoughts: Crud. We won’t get a table and will have to wait a half an hour or more with screaming, hungry children. Sigh.

God took pity on me, I guess, because we got a table.

Menus in hand, my daughter proceeds to beg for a massive order, one which we know she won’t eat. So, we get her the smaller version. She INSISTED she would eat what she asked for.

LIES. I know her all too well, but Daddy is a softy.

We wait for our food. My son is still in the “I throw it, you pick it up stage.” So he continuously tosses his sippy cup on the ground along with the silverware the waiter had just placed on the table…within toddler reach–he must not have children.

She gets her food.

“Ew! Yuck. I don’t like this!” Yes, loudly. Why? Because she only has two volumes: Loud and Extremely loud.

At this point I am ready to scream. She begins making faces and picking at her food. Oh, I did give the, “Be on your best behavior and use your manners” speech prior to leaving the house (and reminded before we entered the restaurant). To which she completely ignored.

NEXT TIME SHE IS GETTING THE CHICKEN FINGERS…

On the bright side, we had delicious food and made it home at 8:30.

I Can’t Sleep

I do not have insomnia. And there was a time when I would be exhausted by the time eight o’ clock rolled around. But, lately, I have been finding it difficult to fall asleep.

Many things contribute to this.

1. My house is never organized, though I try. It seems to look like a disaster area, in my opinion. Like a mini tornado swept across my living room, throwing crackers, cereal, papers, toys, and anything in it’s path and throwing it all over the floor…or was that my toddler? I suppose being a neat-freak doesn’t help matters any. ALL GERMS MUST DIE!!!! AND ALL THINGS MUST BE ORGANIZED!!!! I lay awake at night thinking about all the microscopic organism invading and multiplying within my home and the papers my husband thoughtfully stacks in various spots throughout the home that need to be filed. Do I have issues? Probably.

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2. I feel lonely. I am surrounded by people who love and care about me, but I still feel alone at times. My immediate family living 3,000 miles away doesn’t help. And the fact that all the friends I had before kids seemed to stray away as if I developed some mysterious contagious disease. If you call boogers, spit-up, mystery stains, and sneezing in your face a disease, then I suppose they have a valid reason.

3. I miss working. Yes, being a mother is a full-time job and the toughest one I have ever had. But, what I mean is the job where I actually bring income into our home. And, do not get me wrong, I love being at home with my kids…even though I softly cry when school is on delay or canceled, but I enjoy what I do and who I get to do it for. The fact of the matter is, I have worked since I was fourteen years old. I am in my early thirties now and not being employed is still foreign to me, though I’ve been a domestic goddess, mommy, errand runner, boo-boo kisser, and human napkin now for thirteen months. Having a career or even part-time job where I am being paid money should not make me feel more like a woman, wife, and successful mother. But it does. And, I know I shouldn’t feel this way, but I do.

4. I am stressed. I love my beautiful chaotic life but I am overwhelmed, at times. Especially when the laundry monster strikes and decides it will be humorous to triple my laundry load because, Lord knows, it tends to multiply at night while everyone is sound asleep. And then there is the dishes and the other thousands of messes I need to tackle but never seem to have enough time in the day because I am always needed. And I love being needed. I just need there to be more of me. I cannot do it all…and it makes me feel as though I have failed. I can’t even keep up with the clever chore chart I created for myself.

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5. After ten and eleven PM, that is the only “ME TIME” I ever get, so I take advantage of it. It is my time to breathe, try my best to relax, and remind myself: I am doing the best I can, even if I feel it isn’t good enough. And it is my time to reflect on the day. I truly love my family. I love being a wife. And I love being a mom even more. Even if my home is never clean.

As I write this, I know I should be cleaning, but, hey, I deserve a break. We all do.