We’re on Day Eight of the ten part series: “Mommy Like a Rock Star”.
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Lemme tell you about my weekend.
I filled an entire laundry basket with socks needing matches. Almost set the house on fire when I set the tropical fish heater on a towel while cleaning out the tank. Packed 36 lunches ahead before I ran out of juice boxes. Ran to Costco to get more, (You know. Just More.) where I jockeyed my cart with the best of them to escape with the industrial sized booty.
Filled a freezer with dinners ahead, bought not one but two organizational aids at Costco, and began working on our taxes.
I know, I’m SO metal, right?
In the hours of GTD (Getting things done) necessary to keep our modern heads above water, it’s so easy to forget we ever had a wild side. But I had a moment this weekend where I realized the two were kind of happily co-existing.
I was elbow deep in cleaning out the fridge, and frankly, it’d been far too long. It was a science experiment in there. The phone rang, and I dove for it. As I answered it, I simultaneously lunged to turn down the radio.
My mom said, “What are you doing?”
Me: “Cleaning out the fridge.”
Mom: “Well, you sound awfully domesticated today.”
Me: “Yeah, but I’m listening to Workingman’s Dead too.”
And we laughed. Listening isn’t really an accurate representation, I was loudly channeling Jerry and singing, since my kids had gone to the movies with their other Grandparents. (Yes, I am exceedingly spoiled, and that is another post.)
But music does make me feel better about being a grownup. Running errands yesterday, I was rocking “The The” and old school Good Charlotte. (Little Things, of course!)
What’s your household soundtrack sound like?
And, just to sweeten the domestic pot, let’s make an ideal housecleaning soundtrack. Leave your contribution in the comments. I’ll make a CD of the first twenty songs, and send it to three randomly chosen commenters. (Sorry, Mom, you can’t win. My mom ALWAYS wins my giveaways.)
I’ll pick three winners via random.org next Sunday, 1/31.
But beyond that: how does your inner wild child free herself from the carpool line?
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