So this is just about how this week has felt:
The 5-year-old now says things like, "This is a delicious snack! I hope I don't throw it up!"
Our printer been driving us crazy for practically as long as we've had it. It flashes error lights at us for absolutely no reason and requires you to press random buttons, fiddle with the cartridge, reboot the computer, and complete a shamanic journey to find your spirit animal before it prints anything, and we'd decided we'd had enough.
|100 times better-looking and more user-friendly than our old one.|
I'm going to throw in my affiliate link for this Epson EcoTank right here, because I love it already. It's made for people like me who die inside when they have to buy a $30 ink cartridge every other month. It has no cartridges. It comes with a year's supply of ink, and when it runs out you buy another bottle for $14 and pour it in a compartment on the side.
On the day it arrived, I may have taken it out of the box and rubbed my cheek on it while whispering, "You complete me."
Now there's just the matter of disposing of our old printer. Since it's too trashed to give away, I thought it might be cathartic to get a little creative, considering how it's exasperated us for years.
Comment below to cast your vote! Should we:
A) Drop it out a second story window
B) Stone it, Old Testament-style
C) Use it for BB gun target practice
D) Use it for bow and arrow practice
E) Take a sledgehammer to it
Voting closes on Thursday, March 16th. I'll tally the votes here and on the Facebook page and announce the method of execution in next week's 7 Quick Takes.
|This beast's days are numbered.|
When I tore through the master bathroom organizing and throwing things out a few weeks ago, I couldn't believe how much jewelry I had. If you know me you're probably scratching your head going "You own jewelry?" because I don't even wear it.
I threw a bunch of it away (I'm looking at you, beaded choker from the early '90s) and donated some and even sold one piece. Once the collection was pared down to something I might actually wear in public one day, I lined the inside of a cabinet with Command hooks to hang the necklaces on.
But I put one of the hooks on crooked, and that was the beginning of a mighty struggle between my efficient frugality and my uncontrollable perfectionism:
"Obviously the crooked hook needs to be replaced. But that's so wasteful! And not frugal! Maybe I could just get used to it. It's just one crooked hooked inside a cabinet. Wait, are you listening to yourself? It's crooked! Maybe it's not that crooked, though. Gah! Shouldn't have looked, it's worse than I thought! Is a crooked hook really a big deal, though? Will I care about this in 10 years? Yes! I mean no! I don't know!"
For now, the crooked hook is staying. But don't think I haven't revisited the question way too many times for a plastic hook that costs 40 cents.
Over the last few months I've been pretty good about going to bed earlier, and I sort of thought I'd turned over a new leaf. Or at least, gotten too old to stay up so late. But it turns out it was just a phase.
Phillip knows if he goes to bed without me I'll just stay up (almost) all night, so he really tries to convince me when it's time to turn in. Over the years he's gotten really creative, and I'm beginning to appreciate this about him.
One night he yelled from the other room, "Can you put a piece of paper in the new printer? I want to test the wireless." I did, since I was working on the computer right beside it, and a few minutes later a message printed out saying "Let's go to bed."
Another time he followed me around with the Bluetooth speaker blasting "Danny Boy" until I started brushing my teeth. I may actually try that on my kids in the future, because it was surprisingly effective.
Phillip also just got back from a horrible work trip. I share this because usually he's having a great time and I'm the one home alone with the kids going crazy trying to do everything.
First, he sat at his connection airport for 5 hours before they canceled his flight altogether. Waiting until morning wasn't an option so he hopped on a plane to the next nearest airport and had to rent a car and drive 3 hours.
Better yet, his bag did not make it to the airport with him, and with all the flight mayhem and the driving he slept for a total of 3 hours before getting up in the morning for a 13-hour work day.
When he started working there back in May, HR sent us a complementary fruit basket but the card didn't mention anything about this.
Meanwhile, I was sitting in the relative comfort of my computer desk chair and blogging. Some of my favorites were republished this week in LDS Living, so feel free to put them on your weekend reading list!
I'm still laughing over (and definitely planning on writing a sequel to) 19 Bizarrely Appropriate Careers Motherhood Has Prepared Me For, and my all-time most popular article on Unremarkable Files was also republished under the title Why I "Force" My Beliefs on My Kids.
Happy reading and have a good weekend! (And don't forget to vote.)