The oddly normal life of Clorie

For 3 days now,  clothes that should be hung have been draped over a bedroom chair....so instead of *nagging* or *bitching* I asked my hubby....are we running low on hangers?  No.  He says....ah....I thought maybe we were since those clothes were still sitting there. Since this is MY husband I'm talking about I began to think he didnt get my subtle hint ...so I said I know were not low on hangers....that was a hint. Oh I know it was....he said. Well at least clothes were hung today (finally)

So saturday night, or early sunday morning depending in how you look at it...Let's say nearly 4am. Sound asleep in bed, as most are at this hour. Suddenly the doorbell rings and our dogs if course start barking like idiots... We get up. I stand viewing distance from the front door as Tim let's the barky ones out back.  He doesn't rush but gets to the door which has not had a knock nor ding since the initial wake up call... Open the door. No one's there. I turn on the porch light so whomever knows were up at this point if they would like to knock again. nothing. Wake hannah up the next morning, well 4 hours later... she was freaking out.  She had slept with her phone in the bed with her, and apparently dialed 911 (emergency call button)  while sleeping.  So apparently that one ding at 4am was police coming to make sure we were safe... I feel secure.

A weekend or so ago, bailey had his friends over and they had taken apart the fan, and they were sticking things in it. I gave them motherly advice on how the protector was over the blades for a reason...and they could lose a finger .... nah-ah bailey says as he stopped the blades with his hand. So I made them put the fan back together ....and took it from the room. Well tonight they decided I guess to ignore my motherly advice...and stuck a SHARPIE in it....yes Sharpie went everywhere ...I asked what daddy was doing while I wss away to have not stopped such a thing...he was laying in bed....sigh. Moments later I walk towards Bailey's room as he's running from the fan, screaming holding his hand.  Sho' nuff he's cut his damn thumb.  Of course I use this moment to remind him "I told you so". I'm a woman ill use that phrase every possible chance I've got. He's alright. He shall survive. A band aid. Some tears. Some hugs and an ibuprofen later....h