tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post8147278008124102072..comments2023-04-16T08:15:44.824-06:00Comments on Four Perspectives: The Life of RileyTeachinfourthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01624243991120542485noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post-69033593335208385952010-09-13T10:33:33.753-06:002010-09-13T10:33:33.753-06:00Anaise--Amen, Sister! Thanks for that!
Misty--the...Anaise--Amen, Sister! Thanks for that!<br /><br />Misty--there are no words, sometimes. I love this comment. LOVE.IT.<br /><br />Gerb--*laughing*...I wish I could do that. The most I can do is leave the laundry in neatly sorted stacks, and FAIL to make the beds. Oh, well. Maybe I'll get there one of these days.<br /><br />Mel--that's perfect. Those Olympians were really good about coming up with epic tasks like that...I always felt so sorry for the heroes that had messed up.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02815467652400565214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post-5821817862266115142010-09-09T10:07:00.292-06:002010-09-09T10:07:00.292-06:00I agree about the laundry. Laundry is like that G...I agree about the laundry. Laundry is like that Greek Myth about Prometheus. Prometheus stole fire from the Gods and as a punishment was chained to a cliff where a giant raptor came and ate his liver. But then at night his liver would grow back and so the next day the raptor would come back and eat his liver...and then it would grow back...and the raptor would come again...and it would grow back...and the raptor would come again. Yeah, laundry.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12708751447703297431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post-59679627070902573102010-09-08T07:41:57.992-06:002010-09-08T07:41:57.992-06:00Someone once told me a 'joke' about how a ...Someone once told me a 'joke' about how a man comes home from work, finds clothing & toys strewn everywhere, breakfast dishes still on the table, kids still in pajamas and long overdue diapers... your basic household tornado. He hurries into the bedroom where his wife is, worried something may have happened to her. There she is, reading a book and eating chocolates - and he asks, "Are you okay? What happened?!" Her response is: "I wanted you to see what it is that I do all day."<br /><br />Or something like that. <br /><br />You wouldn't believe how many times I was tempted to actually pull this off - but the OCD part of me couldn't let it happen.Gerbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13103247512887532095noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post-47342082536242123072010-09-07T12:40:06.173-06:002010-09-07T12:40:06.173-06:00intro:
i have tried to write a comment like 4 tim...intro:<br /><br />i have tried to write a comment like 4 times now but it just doesn't come out right. after much consideration, while having to take a bath with the 2 year old because it is the only safe way for me to get clean, i have come up with the perfect 3 word response to this post.<br /><br />actual comment:<br /><br />I Gotcha Babe.<br /><br />epilogue:<br /><br />so there you have it. sometimes all day isn't long enough. or short enough. depending.mistyc0xhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13766257233120289517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post-85091389298169330752010-09-07T06:50:00.969-06:002010-09-07T06:50:00.969-06:00:)
You make me laugh with your description of you...:)<br /><br />You make me laugh with your description of your faux easy life.<br /><br />I know how it is. It ain't easy.Anaisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03606090702540012629noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post-83700654138391183362010-09-06T18:34:56.962-06:002010-09-06T18:34:56.962-06:00J--Oh, how I WISH I could instill the "it'...J--Oh, how I WISH I could instill the "it's really OK to wear things more than once" philosophy in my crew...we're a two-loads-per-day household. It's killing me! ;)<br /><br />Shawna--Time management, my friend! Having been on both sides of the fence, I can say with all honesty that it's less the amount of time you have than what you actually do with it.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02815467652400565214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post-24806570791046692972010-09-06T14:15:20.441-06:002010-09-06T14:15:20.441-06:00A friend of mine called the other day who is a sta...A friend of mine called the other day who is a stay-at-home-mom (all of her kids are in middle/high school/college). She asked me to come over and help her out with a few things (we ended up organizing and cleaning the house from top to bottom). The part that killed me was her comment of "there is just not enough time in the day...I can't see how someone like you manages it all". It made me pause, because not only was I working full time but also a full time student and spending a Saturday cleaning someone else's house who didn't have those kind of time restraints. I never thought of it before, but I just somehow make it work. Personally, I am would love to have all day to get my stuff done...but, until that day, I make do the best I can. My laundry may not always get put away (or my bed made daily) but at least its clean.Shawnahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03644828598857733926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995141851588869087.post-24864210362762655032010-09-06T14:01:06.922-06:002010-09-06T14:01:06.922-06:00My clothes usually end up on the floor and if they...My clothes usually end up on the floor and if they still smell fresh-ish, they're good for another wear or two before heading to the washer.Teachinfourthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01624243991120542485noreply@blogger.com