Hey friends! Welcome to the April Fly on the Wall Group Challenge. This month, 11 awesome bloggers and I are describing what it would be like if you were to take a peek inside our homes....
Have a "look" around mine, and then go visit the other blogger's pages. There's always something fun, sentimental, or better yet, embarrassing going on.. It's like your house, only we're admitting to the craziness. You have our permission. Wha?? Oh yeah!
If you were a fly on the wall at my house this month, this is what you would have witnessed:
A., the eldest (daughter, 19)
C., The middle (son, 14)
J., The youngest (son, 8)
Henry and Lila (our dogs )
The man: (folding clothes, looking flustered) "Is this your shirt or A's?"
Me: "It's mine."
The man (holding up unmatched socks) "Are these yours or A's?"
Me: "Those are A's"
The Man (holding up bras, then throwing them down.) "Yeah. I'm not doing this."
*A: (hearing the dryer "music" that signals the cycle is finished) "Mom, that song on the dryer stresses me out."
A: "I always feel guilty...like I have to take care of it before you do."
Me: "Well then, get up and go get it."
A: "I don't feel THAT guilty..."
Lila, the huge beagle, has decided to sleep at the end of our bed. It takes her about three tries to actually reach the top. I figure she can stay, since she's worked so hard to reach the top... and the fact that her ginormous belly keeps my icy feet warm.
Me: (needing my sleep, man) "For all that is holy, PLEASE stop snoring!!"
Both the man and Lila wake and stare at me for all of three seconds. They both roll over and go back to sleep.
Me: (waking later) "What in the WORLD is that awful smell? What did you eat?"
Both the man and Lila wake up. Same stare, same result.
I need my own room. For some odd reason, I think both Lila and the man would be okay with that.
Me: (holding half of a flip-flop and a bone) "Henry! This is the second pair of shoes you have ruined! THIS is a bone. It is okay to chew. See? It smells like gravy. THESE are my good shoes. You. Don't. Eat. Them!"
J: "Mom, it's probably because your feet smell like 'Beggin' Strips."
C: "Or Snausages."
In the Kitchen:
J: "Mom, I set the table so it looks like we're in a restaurant."
Me: (noticing the silverware wrapped in napkins and the place mats lined up) "Hey that looks nice. Why did you set it up like a restaurant?"
J: "At the restaurant, you don't have to clean up after dinner."
*J. had to create a recipe at school. He printed off two copies and put one on my open cookbook on the counter. It was for "Bacon Pasta." After listing the ingredients, "Bacon and pasta", he gave these directions.
1. Fry the bacon in a pot.
2. Boil them noodles. Stir well.
3. Spice it up. The end.
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, people.
This month, your five "FLY"senses would have:
Smelled: Bacon Pasta and Wet dogs
Felt: my wrath after finding chewed shoes and poop that wasn't outside.
Saw: Scratched doors from the still-new dogs. They look like what you'd imagine people in coffins (who aren't dead) would leave. I think those marks are from the dogs. Who doesn't try to claw their way out of this house every now and then?
Tasted: McDonald's (on the nights we weren't eating Bacon Pasta) and apparently, my shoes.
and finally, heard:
The man: "Michele, Is it ironic that you used a Hershey Bar as a bookmark in 'The Hunger Games?'"
Me: "Nope. It's just the wrapper. I ate the chocolate. I was 'hungry'."
Thanks once again to the Fly's creator, Karen @ Baking In a Tornado, aka "The lady who supports everyone", for hosting this challenge! Would you like to join in the next FLY challenge? Click on the FLY button on my side bar. Karen will hook a blogger up.
Take a look at what the other bloggers have going on inside their homes. Go do it! Tell them I sent you. You know you want to...