1. Time needed to organize one's purse: 15 minutes tops
2. Time needed to return the credit card to its designated spot: 5 seconds tops
3. Time rummaging through three sections of my purse in the busy pre-holidays supermarket while hopelessly trying to fish out - ironically - MasterCard, because the store doesn't accept Discover, but instead pulling out various coupons/receipts/box tops/random pieces of paper all the while trying to avoid looking up - because my rabbi's wife is unloading her groceries at the adjacent register - or to my left - because DD's teacher is standing behind me waiting for me to pay so that she can proceed with her groceries - eternity.
4. Realization that doing EITHER #1 or #2 (not even both!!!) would've saved me from #3 - priceless.
P.S. Time wondering why the heck I cannot get organized - oh about thirty years or so...
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Naked ambition
Ever notice that kids rarely just walk? If they get an idea or want something, they don't sit and contemplate, they run for it. When they wake up, they must get out of bed ASAP because there are so many things to do and so little time. It's as if they treasure every moment and delaying is not an option. There are times when this drives me nuts (Mommy, I want this, I want this, I want this, NOW!!!!), but mostly I envy that. I am sure I was the same when their age, but somewhere down the line I lost this ability to "Just do it!"
Take today, for example. Even though I knew that getting out of bed just 10-15 minutes earlier would save me lots and lots of frustration later, I still delayed getting up until almost literally dragged out of bed by hubby. (Yes, I am tired, but isn't everyone?) As I got the kids' clothes and finally left the bedroom, I was met by my laughing kidlets, sitting on the couch stark naked and playfully tagging at DD's blanket while waiting for me to bring their stuff. (Let me emphasize that this does NOT, I repeat does NOT usually happen and our kids do NOT routinely parade naked around the house. So hold off on calling children's services, ok?)
At the same time their father walked in and mentioned that someone spilled a bit of water on the floor, which needed to be mopped by the wrongdoers, but right after they put on their underwear. Of course the underwear part was ignored immediately, and they both ran for our new mop.
(Our new mop)
After a brief argument about who is going to hold the mop, they compromised and both ended up holding it and wiping the floor as a team (I was duly impressed with this newly developed diplomacy despite the fog in my under-caffeinated brain.) I got to tell you, this was the cutest thing: two kiddies in their birthday suits mopping the floor and giggling all the while.
Of course this nudist mopping party couldn't last because they had to get dressed for a million of reasons. And I found myself jealous. Goodness, if it were me, I would sit there for some time contemplating when, how or whether to mop at all. And they just got up and did it. Why couldn't I approach at least some of the tasks on my ever-growing to do list just like them? Well, not necessarily while naked, but quickly, efficiently and with a giggle?
Take today, for example. Even though I knew that getting out of bed just 10-15 minutes earlier would save me lots and lots of frustration later, I still delayed getting up until almost literally dragged out of bed by hubby. (Yes, I am tired, but isn't everyone?) As I got the kids' clothes and finally left the bedroom, I was met by my laughing kidlets, sitting on the couch stark naked and playfully tagging at DD's blanket while waiting for me to bring their stuff. (Let me emphasize that this does NOT, I repeat does NOT usually happen and our kids do NOT routinely parade naked around the house. So hold off on calling children's services, ok?)
At the same time their father walked in and mentioned that someone spilled a bit of water on the floor, which needed to be mopped by the wrongdoers, but right after they put on their underwear. Of course the underwear part was ignored immediately, and they both ran for our new mop.
(Our new mop)
After a brief argument about who is going to hold the mop, they compromised and both ended up holding it and wiping the floor as a team (I was duly impressed with this newly developed diplomacy despite the fog in my under-caffeinated brain.) I got to tell you, this was the cutest thing: two kiddies in their birthday suits mopping the floor and giggling all the while.
Of course this nudist mopping party couldn't last because they had to get dressed for a million of reasons. And I found myself jealous. Goodness, if it were me, I would sit there for some time contemplating when, how or whether to mop at all. And they just got up and did it. Why couldn't I approach at least some of the tasks on my ever-growing to do list just like them? Well, not necessarily while naked, but quickly, efficiently and with a giggle?
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
17 signs you need to purge your purse
17. You start strength training just to be able to carry your purse around.
16. You need a shoulder replacement surgery any way.
15. You are no longer able to take subway for fear of being searched by cops at the entrance.
14. You found stamps which you used to mail out your wedding invitations right after celebrating your 5-year anniversary.
13. The other day you found your weekly grocery receipt containing 30 odd items that totals only $75. That must be circa 2003.
12. Retrieving anything from your purse takes more time than you would admit in public.
11. You ask someone to call you every time you need to find your cell phone.
10. You are so tired of looking for stuff in your purse, that you start carrying cash and credit cards in your bulging pockets.
9. Your biggest fear in life is to lose your purse, but not because of lost cash or credit cards (those are in your pockets, remember?), but simply because you just don’t know what kind of treasure could be buried there.
8. Both your husband and your kids have mistaken it for a trash can. You would never admit it, but so have you.
7. The new black hole located by astronomers has two handles and contains all kind of stuff with your name and social security number on it.
6. Your purse needs its own exterminator.
5. You have to put “toxic” label on your purse to abide by the state health regulations.
4. If stranded on a desert island, you could live out of your purse for two weeks without lacking entertainment, nourishment, your beauty regimen or clean underwear.
3. Purging it would require several pairs of rubber gloves, a mask, Epsom salts, 3 week of intensive mental training, taking off 2 days from work - one for cleaning, another one to recuperate from physical exhaustion and years of therapy afterwards.
2. When something is lost in the house, it is automatically assumed to be in your purse.
1. It usually is there.
16. You need a shoulder replacement surgery any way.
15. You are no longer able to take subway for fear of being searched by cops at the entrance.
14. You found stamps which you used to mail out your wedding invitations right after celebrating your 5-year anniversary.
13. The other day you found your weekly grocery receipt containing 30 odd items that totals only $75. That must be circa 2003.
12. Retrieving anything from your purse takes more time than you would admit in public.
11. You ask someone to call you every time you need to find your cell phone.
10. You are so tired of looking for stuff in your purse, that you start carrying cash and credit cards in your bulging pockets.
9. Your biggest fear in life is to lose your purse, but not because of lost cash or credit cards (those are in your pockets, remember?), but simply because you just don’t know what kind of treasure could be buried there.
8. Both your husband and your kids have mistaken it for a trash can. You would never admit it, but so have you.
7. The new black hole located by astronomers has two handles and contains all kind of stuff with your name and social security number on it.
6. Your purse needs its own exterminator.
5. You have to put “toxic” label on your purse to abide by the state health regulations.
4. If stranded on a desert island, you could live out of your purse for two weeks without lacking entertainment, nourishment, your beauty regimen or clean underwear.
3. Purging it would require several pairs of rubber gloves, a mask, Epsom salts, 3 week of intensive mental training, taking off 2 days from work - one for cleaning, another one to recuperate from physical exhaustion and years of therapy afterwards.
2. When something is lost in the house, it is automatically assumed to be in your purse.
1. It usually is there.
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