Phew!

First day of our summer program, and we successfully managed and fed almost 300 kids grades kg through 8th.  This is going to be an interesting job.  I'm in charge of the Middle School portion.  And we take them to the pool once a week!

When they got off their buses it felt much like the photo. But because of our great training and organization we got them all situated.  Now if we can just keep them safe, occupied, etc for the next 6 weeks . . . . . .

Our internet was down for the last 5 days - first an ISP problem then my router threw a tantrum.  I wish everything just RAN without twelve men and sixteen machines.  Remember the old days when there was one phone company and they just fixed it??  No tech people overseas who walked you through all kinds of nonsense only to tell you you have to call NETGEAR.

The weather word here is RAIN.  The sun comes out every 4th day just long enough to allow us to mow.  We have mushrooms galore in the yard.  Mother Nature seems to forget that my garden needs some sun now and then.

I think I've just written one of my top 5 most boring posts.

Let's hear it for the mundane

It's been a weekend of the mundane, and that's OK. Piles of laundry means we have enough clothing. Stacks of dirty dishes means we have food. Dirty floors means we have a house. Beds to make means we have a warm place to sleep. I'm easily grateful and entertained by Life's little pleasures.

As I'm doing all these work-a-day chores I'm ruminating on my favorites and the ones I loathe. Here is my list. I want to hear from you. Where do you fall on this spectrum? Because it's Mundane March, that's why.
Holy Mackeral, could there be a more BORING POST in the history of blogging?



Chores that are like fingernails on a chalkboard to me:
Putting away clean dishes/emptying the dishwasher
Cleaning the frig
Cleaning bathrooms
Putting away groceries

Chores that are just meh, take-em or leave-em
Sweeping
Vacuuming
Dusting

Chores I actually don't mind, and border on liking
Washing dishes
Laundry
Raking
Baking and sometimes cooking
Cleaning the garage

It's March, what can I say

Nothing to report. Go back to your homes and places of business. Nothing to see here today. Just a broke-ass family running errands, driving the kids around, doing the laundry. Weather is blah too. A pure white sky over melting dirty snow and puddles. March in Minnesota. It's like collective schizoaffective disorder. At least there's some good BBQ chicken for lunch. You gotta take your pleasure where you can in March.

My boring weekend, but I like it that way.

Dr. Monkey posted a blog about his fun weekend traveling, browsing antique shops and scanning old ads. He then made the mistake of asking about everyone else's weekend. You asked Dr. Monkey! Here's a run down of the most boring weekend on record, but I kind of like it that way.

I've had a bit too much drama in my life during the last 5 years, and boring has taken on a whole new meaning. Boring means no one has cancer. Boring means no one is in the hospital. Boring means my entire family is safe and sound. Boring and I have an entirely new relationship.

Saturday I took two daughters to Rochester, Minnesota. There we met my brother-in-law Aunt Mike, cousin #2 (happy birthday), and two of his friends for lunch at Culvers and to exchange a laptop. Culvers is an interesting midwest/southern fast food place. Home of the butter burger. Now those are two boring words I like to see together; butter and burger. They actually have a waiting line for tables.

That afternoon I did laundry while trying to establish a wireless connection with the new laptop. Only one chore was successful. I made boring leftovers for supper. The rest of the night had my youngest and I painting each other's toenails and watching the boring Harry Potter marathon on Disney Family channel. I also sprinkled rock salt on the very boring ice that's continuously forming on our front step.

Sunday morning twin #2 and I headed out for the very boring Volleyball Warehouse for a day-long tournament. Besides volleyball, this institution's main purpose is to separate me from my money. They charge admission and don't allow outside food or drink, so I am forced to purchase their expensive and unhealthy concession stand choices. Lately I've started stuffing my "purse" with my own food and drink. Screw em and their boring greedy ways.

Between daughter's volleyball games, which are not always boring, I read the very un-boring book "Stiff. The Curious Life of Human Cadavers". Our blogging pal MG, who thinks he's boring but isn't, recommended this book. It is a fabulous choice - really interesting in a morbid but very funny way.

Sunday night we were all tired and had the boring Sunday night blahs. We all, yes all 5 of us, sprawled on the couch watching Food Network - we love BBQ contest programs. We ate our usual Sunday night dinner of hubbys frozen pizza or popcorn, than all retired early.

Yes, boring, all weekend long. But I'll take it.