Gimme Five

Lately the kids have added an extra touch to the thrill of a "High Five." After their hands slap together in excitement, they'll twirl around and bump bums.  "Low Two's" always get a laugh. 

Here's my "High Five" and "Low Two" for the day.   

5. I love being on first name basis with my local librarian.  Tonight she waved more late fees than I deserved, but regardless of that, I'd still think she's the nicest librarian I've ever had.  She even dipped into the loose change collection to fish out extra jiggle for a yoga DVD I had requested, because I didn't have enough money to take home.  That lady, she's the best.

4.  Frozen yogart with girlfriends, always nice.

3.  Finally, finally, I managed to organize and clean the kids toys.  It took me all afternoon.  While the chore itself certainly wasn't a highlight, the end result was fantastic! The play area has been a flaming disaster for so long, I was tempted to dump the entire mess into a trash bag and haul it away, just to save myself the trouble.  I managed to trudge through it, filling up several give-away bags in the process.  My kids were thrilled with the result.  Uncluttered living space makes me want to play, too.  Love, love, love a clean room.

2.  Good news: We're getting a new dryer because the old dryer died.  Or, more accurately, nearly caught the house on fire.  Bad news: It won't be delivered until Tuesday of next week.  Murphy's Law always kicks in at moments like these.  Wooly has been potty trained day and night for months, and this week--of all weeks--he's wet the bed 3 times.  Until we get our laundry station up and running again, the soggy sheets and stinky undies keep piling higher and higher.  By Tuesday, we'll have created our own Laundry Volcano.  Stand back, she's gonna blow.

1.  Happy about my new glasses, which I am wearing now.  Not new entirely, just the frames, not the lenses.  Balmy tropical air, while  good for vacationers wanting to sip a pina colada poolside, wreaks havoc on all metal.  I had expected our bike handle bars to rust out, practically overnight (which they did).  But I had no idea that the metal hinges of my glasses would suffer the same sad end. 

Last week, the rusted hinge snapped clean off.  Thankfully, even though this is an island, we have Costco!  They swapped out the lenses into the exact frames that I'd bought a year ago at a Mainland Costco, and walla, new frames, old face.  You'd think they would have offered me a complimentary hot dog for my trouble.  Service!  It's just not what it used to be.



Low Two:

2.  Not a fan of bed wetting, smelly mattress issues, and rotting laundry piles. Who is a fan of that? We have two Japanese foreign exchange students coming to sleep at our house this weekend.  Neither of the girls have ever been to America (not that I think Hawaii is a true representation of the country), but I fear that they'll return home and tell their friends in Japan how all American families smell like urine.  I'd offer an explanation, except that it would then lead to another embarrassing admission of guilt.  And no one wants to hear that the bed they just slept in, was recently an accidental toilet.  Gross.    

Maybe I should open a can of tuna fish to mask the smell?  Who knows, Japanese people might feel comforted by the smell of fish?  It could be the American equivalent of baked bread of chocolate chip cookies.  Oh, what to do, what to do?

1.  Such a bummer: Missed my once-a-week PiYo class (a cross between pilates and yoga).  Little Ms. Columbine had an off moment today, not acting like her usual self when it came time for me to leave.  Finally, after my PiYo window of opportunity passed, it came out that Wooly had body slammed her head, sending her into the tizzy.  That PiYo class is pure heaven.  Darn you, Wooly, for practicing your WWF moves on your sister.  


Always on the grow,