My Crazy Cleaning Spree

On Sunday, all I really wanted to do was stay in bed and read. Well I knew I should do the laundry. So I started a load. Then I remembered I needed to write pen pal letters. So I wrote them labeled them and got them ready to send out. Then my messy floor was bothering me. So I take everything off the floor and put it on the bed to clean. Then I decided my bureau was too messy and that ended up in my bed too. And my closet wasn't organize so you guessed it... It went on the bed. At around 2 pm I realized I made a huge mess and it all needed to be organized and cleaned. So I called in some reinforcement. My favorite OCD nanny. Although she was only there for an hour she was helpful and took the clothes off the bed and folded them. Until she noticed inside my dresser was messy. Then she had to take out and fold all of those clothes. I spent HOURS sorting through stuff, putting stuff away, fixing stuff, and throwing stuff away. In the end I finished exhausted! So I took a bath and read until 9 when I fell asleep.

Mackenzie

P.S. next weekend it's the rest of the house.

A Case of the Monday

Ugh. It's Monday again. I don't normally mind Mondays but this one is strangely cold even for Mass. I can also feel the lack of sleep kicking in and clearly my head isn't on right.

Two things happened this morning and it's only 11am.

1. I put my jeans on backwards. The thing about jeans is there is distinctly a front and a back. So I'm not really sure how that happened.

2. I forgot my water on top of my car and drove off. Luckily it's a super sturdy water bottle and there was no damage except a few scrapes. I was also backing out of a driveway so I was going like 10mph tops.

My nanny kid B is clearly feeling the weight of this cold Monday too. We always go to the playground when B gets out of school. So off we head to the playground (despite the wind it's still 50 out). B complained the whole way. First it was that at recess when he went outside his hands turned to ice. Okay dude. Not convincing me. Then it was his tummy was rumbly. That's a legit one. But still lunch isn't for an hour. Finally, it was too sunny and we didn't bring his sunglasses. We never bring his sunglasses. Ever. And it's been a lot sunnier. Well we made it to the playground and he forgot all his woes.

Also the last who parked her car at the playground to walk to church locked her car about 17 times because me and my two and four year old charges definitely want to commit grand theft auto with your Subaru older than my parents.

Luckily S is in such a good mood and has no idea what's going on or that it's Monday.

Mackenzie

Don't Shop When You're Hungry

So on yesterday's episode of "What you buy at Wal-Mart when you're hungry" I bought two items

Here you see Blue Raspberry Pop tarts and Sugar Cookie Dough. Sugar Cookie Dough is just a normal grocery item but these Blue Raspberry Pop tarts were an on a whim buy and I thought they would taste delicious.

Spoiler alert: they did not.

They tasted like orange juice after you've just brushed your teeth. So unless you really like that taste I suggest not trying these anytime soon.

Mackenzie

Poopy Lucy

Good morning everyone!

Before I tell you the story of the shenanigans that took place in my apartment last night I need to set the scene a little bit.

Lucy is my beautiful fluffy kitten.

And this is her 26 toed adoptive brother Bear.

And then there is my loving boyfriend Pat. He was not a cat person until Lucy and I kind of showed up at his doorstep to move in. Then Bear came along because Lucy seemed to need a friend.

On Friday nights I stay at my parents' house because I have to work in my hometown an hour away from where I live. Lucy has a touch of anxiety and when I'm not home it gets worse. I'm enjoying a nice conversation with my family when I get a phone call. It's from Pat so naturally I answer. He starts with, "I have some bad news." My first instinct is to think the cats are injured or dead. Well this is what happened: Pat being the nice cat dad he is fed the kittens dinner last night. Bear ate all of the food because Lucy was too busy hiding. About 15 minutes later Lucy is mad because she wanted food. So Pat puts more food out for her. Food that Bear also wants. A hissing fit ensues between the two of them. Pat goes to break up the fight and Lucy gets scared and poops herself (these are not the words he used). As she is leaving little turds everwhere she walks Pat is trying to clean her bottom. Well she didn't like that too much and poops herself as Pat is trying to clean her up. Picture this: a frantic man wiping a cat's bottom and the cat continuing to poop as he wiping it up. Needless to say it was an endless circle of poop. I'm on the other end of the phone laughing hysterically while he is covered in poop and on speaker phone so my family can laugh along with me. Lucy is fine, by the way. And Pat is now clean. Now, both us find it funny and no cats were harmed in the aftermath of this story.

Come back for my next misadventure tomorrow.

Mackenzie

The Misadventures of Mackenzie

Hey everyone!

This is like my fourth blog attempt but the difference is that I'm not writing about a specific subject but instead the crazy things that happen and have happened in my life. I love blogs and I've never been able to keep up. Except Instagram has become kind of like a blog to me.

As you can see I post a lot on there. Almost daily. So I want take my life on Instagram and use it to better myself and hopefully humor my readers on the way. I'll post both old and new photos. 

Come on misadventures with me.

Mackenzie