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If you haven't caught on to the over-arching theme of my life from reading this blog, here it is spelled out for you in black and white:  I have a real problem about not thinking things through and then getting in over my head.  It's like a disease.  Or a character flaw.  Ummm...nah, let's go with disease.

This time around, I was innocently perusing Facebook on Ash Wednesday when I happened to see someone post a link to a "40 Day Declutter Challenge."  And I (of course) instantly thought, "I love to declutter!*  I love a challenge!  What a perfect combination, I'll do it!"  Insert ominous background music here.

[*for clarification purposes, decluttering is NOT the same as cleaning.  I like to get rid of unused stuff, but I hate cleaning.  My house may be (really) messy, but everything in it is getting used on a regular basis, I promise!!]

So I downloaded the spreadsheet from the website and set myself a few rules.  1: I will not spend more than 15 minutes decluttering any one area.  2: I will count completing one of the many, many half finished projects around my house as my decluttering for the day.  And 3: I will not get upset with myself if I miss a day.  No really, I won't.  (At times like this, I seriously wonder if I have even ever MET myself).

Without further ado, here's how it went:

Day 1- I am supremely confident in the fact that I couldn't possibly have 40 days worth of stuff to declutter, as I am certainly not a hoarder.  I boldly type "Kitchen" into the spreadsheet and commence.  I finish one cupboard and sheepishly change "Kitchen" to "Baby / Sippy Cups".  Done.

Day 3 - I break my first rule as I stay up late after work and clean out all the cupboards in the master bathroom.  Total time on task: 1 hour 23 minutes.  

Day 5.5 - I didn't realize that the 40 days of Lent didn't include Sundays and I clean off some shelves only to realize that there is no space to record my accomplishment on the spreadsheet.  Lent fail.  

Day 9 - I have a, ahem, rather large collection of purses that I have amassed throughout the years and it's time to pare them down a bit and organize.  I end up using some wall hooks in our closet that were already there...how convenient for me!!  (And how inconvenient for Patrick, as his belts and ties were residing on those hooks.)

Day 11 - I feel like death and sleep most of the day away...but in one of my more lucid moments, I drag my drawer of costume jewelry into my bed and sort my necklaces out from a supine position.  

Day 14 -  I miss a day.  And, guess what??  Try not to be shocked, but despite Rule #3 I feel so guilty about it I make it up by decluttering something extra over the weekend.  If anyone has a good "40 Day De-perfectionism Challenge", go ahead and send over the spreadsheet.

Day 16 - I am decluttering the kitchen utensils and dividing them into a pile that we use and one we don't.  The chicken potpie crimper (a Pampered Chef device, natch) goes into the "don't use" pile.  Patrick wanders by and asks, "What's this?"  I say, "It's a chicken potpie crimper.  I have never used it, so it's getting donated."  He studies it a bit and says, "I have another way to fix that where you don't have to donate it..."  I glare at him and add chicken potpie to the upcoming week's menu.

Day 19 - I have literally been working on oversized Scrabble tiles with the little mister's initials on them for weeks.  Today is the day of reckoning....today I will flippin' finish this project and declare victory, no matter what.it.takes.  I bribe the little man with the promise of seeing a forklift and head to Menards.  I then spend the next 1.5 hours trying to install floating shelves in the little person's room with a 2 year old assistant (so helpful, I assure you).  That hour and a half breaks down into 45 minutes actually installing the shelves and 45 minutes ripping apart the entire room to find the screw that my assistant "misplaced."  

Day 21 - Confession: I get stressed out by my magazine subscription (I can't be the only one, right?!?!?)  I don't have time to read it when it arrives each month, and eventually the stack of Real Simple mags gets 3 or 4 deep and I start to have anxiety about making it through the pile.  I started reading a little each night when the challenge started and today I finish them all: January, February, March, and April.  Done.  It helped a lot that I made a point to not obsess about reading and remembering every detail.  Seriously, WHY AM I ANALYZING THE INGREDIENTS OF A RECIPE I WILL NEVER MAKE?!?!?!? #TypeAProblems. 

Day 23 - Deep breath.  Today, I will clean out my car.  Afterwards, Patrick asks if I'd like to go vacuum it out at a gas station.  Woah, woah, woah...one step at a time, please.

Day 25 - Frankenshorties (n): wool longies cut and hemmed into wool shorties.

Day 30 - We had a pipe burst this winter and to assess the damage we (specifically my brother) had to cut a hole in the drywall in back of our cabinets in the family room.  This meant that while this cutting was happening and during the drying and bleach treatment stage, every.single.item from that cabinet was on top of the bar in our family room (which I hate anyway).  Today, I finally sorted through it and put it all back.  It was more of a personal victory as it was the end of dealing with the water problem, but I'll count it.

Day 34 - Our house is an old farmhouse, so the woods behind our house is filled with decades of trash from when "taking out the trash" meant "I'm going to go dump it on the back 40."  List of things that Patrick and I cleaned up: an old time lawn chair, a beautiful piece of broken ceramic pottery, countless cans and glass bottles, a bocce ball, a 2x4 with lots of rusty nails sticking out of it, a mesh bag at the bottom of the creek filled with...something (*shutter*), a garden hose, and an old sweater.  Anyone who attempts to preach that the older generations "never threw anything away" is going to get a stern look from me.

Day 35 - My monthly goal every April is to do a "deep clean" of my kitchen.  I call and ask my mom to borrow some Clorox wipes to complete this job.  She proceeds to tell me that my call is so ironic because she just bought a 6 pack of Clorox wipes at Costco this morning, and that they are very handy for cleaning so I should just get some and keep them around.  I say I don't really like all the chemicals in them, but I do think they do a nice job wiping schmutz from the cabinets.  Here's the unspoken version of the conversation -
Me: "That would be ironic Mom, if you didn't have an addiction to Clorox wipes and have no fewer than 137 containers of them stashed around your house at any one time.  Remember you putting them on the shopping list at the cottage when we already had 7 open containers of them??  Yeah."
Mom: "You wouldn't have schmutz on your cabinets if you actually used a Clorox wipe more than once a year.  How did I raise such a slob??  Sheesh."

Day 38 - I get alllllllmost all the way through the challenge before I discover my first decluttering mess up.  I vaguely remember seeing a little clear plastic cylinder a few weeks back when I was decluttering and throwing it away.  Turns out it was the rubber head for my snap pilers.  ERRRRGH!!!!  

Day 40 - I think and think about some really climatic project to complete or area to declutter for the last day, but come up short on ideas.  Meanwhile, my (wait for it) Caboodle holding my makeup is overflowing.  Done and done.  

Forty days later, my house looks significantly better...and best of all, I feel significantly better knowing that I pared down my stuff and got rid of a lot of junk I didn't need (and in the case of my snap pilers, some I did).  Yes, I broke my rules.  Yes, I still have unreached places in my house.  And yes, I deeply regret cancelling our trash pick-up the week before starting a declutter challenge (yay for thinking things through!! Oh wait.)  But overall I think the result is good enough to be called a success, and I'm pleased enough that I am tempted to make decluttering a yearly tradition.  Because if there's one thing that's true about the Esbers, it's that we can't pass up an opportunity to make using a spreadsheet a yearly tradition...

Abbott & Costello, Lucy & Ethel, Paulus & Scott

One of my first blog posts was about my friend and occasional running buddy Lisa.  After years of begging, Lisa has finally acquiesced to running a race with me, yay!!   So if you're anywhere around downtown Columbus on May 3, watch for us!  It'll be like "Where's Waldo," except instead of red/white stripes you're looking for the crazy mass of red/blonde curly hair. 

I have to admit though, that running with Lisa always feels a little empty for me.  You see, Lisa and I are only two of a trio; with the third being our friend Katie (who I will henceforth refer to as Katire, as that is her proper name in my eyes).  A long time ago, the three of us had to share a bus seat (if you need to know how long ago that was, let's just say that all three of us have been skirting the 6' tall line for decades and there is absolutely NO WAY that three 6' tall people are sharing a school bus seat).  Katire got on first and got the window seat...Lisa was second and in the middle...and I got on last.  For the first few years of elementary school, Katire and I disliked each other as we each were jealous of the other one talking to Lisa on the bus.  Fate intervened in fourth grade, and suddenly Katire and I were in the same class...without Lisa.  Katire had a perm and glasses, and I had naturally ridiculous hair and was awkward as all get out.  Probably out of necessity, we formed a fast friendship that (unfortunately for Katire) is still going strong. 

Katire is the much needed straight man in our comedy duo.  I am silly, she is serious.  I am always late, she is only late if she isn't 10 minutes early.  I am disorganized, her nickname is "Katie Stewart".  She gardens, I kill things.  She is mature, I like to remind her that I'm older than her.  She always has what I need to borrow, I inevitably break it.  I am nosy, she is private.  I have hair-brained schemes, she is the voice of reason.  It has been this way since I showed up to her house in a fringed cut off neon green sweatsuit and she told me I looked like the Jolly Green Giant.  Since I got blue dye on the top she lent me for senior pictures.  Since she told me to "get your dignity out of your purse, please" once at the movies.  Since I walked around Meijer holding a ladle and hugging the inflatable Keebler elf.  Since I broke her crockpot last Christmas.  Since she told me to keep this blog interesting or she'd stop reading.

Katire's friendship kinda helps me be a functioning adult.  Her well placed, "Oh, whatever"s let me know when I'm needlessly getting all excited over nothing and her faith to continue to lend me things after numerous failures in the "I'll get this right back to you" department speaks to just how loyal of a friend she really is.  And even though I often struggle to show it through the big goofball that I am, Katire's friendship is super special to me.  She is the closest thing I will ever have to a sister...someone who knows my past and my present and will undoubtedly be there for me in the future.  So even if she's not running the race with me, I know she'll be there at the finish line.  Eating a huge bowl of ice cream and mocking me, sure.  But there nonetheless...



 





 

Leaplings Have Birthdays Too!!

So apparently everyone writes a blog post on their birthday.  And despite the fact that I (Patrick) don’t have a birthday this year, which Kelsey keeps reminding me of, I thought it might be fun to write one.  I chose this topic because I probably see the readership of this blog fairly frequently, but you probably do not know much about me except what is directly related to Kelsey and the little person.  

I apologize in advance for the drop in quality but most of the things I write these days are of a technical nature.  A note about technical writing: not long after I started working someone mentioned that most of the things we write no one wants to read in light of this what we write should be as short as possible.  

Without further delay, three things you might not know about the guy who accompanies Kelsey and the little person on occasion:

1.       I like to read books, a lot.  I occasionally wander off, but mostly I stick to fantasy.  I have really enjoyed Glen Cook’s Black Company Books of the North, Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn trilogy, and even the occasional book about an Egyptian sorcerer, an evil clown, and time travel.  Oddly enough I have never read any of the J. R. R. Tolkien books.  This seems like something I might have to fix.

2.       I enjoy college football.  Every year at the start of college football I root for eight teams to go undefeated and for chaos to reign.  But for the most part that does not happen.  I know it is not shocking that someone would like college football, but I tend to be more interested in the administrative side than how my favorite team does.  Topics like should players be paid, how should a national champion be chosen, the difference between how universities treat coaches and players those are the things that interest me.  This could be because I am rather unathletic and never played football at any sort of competitive level, but that is the sort of fan I am.

3.        I guess we can stick with sports.  My favorite sport to play is tennis.  Don’t get me wrong I am bad at it.  I mostly concentrate on trying to hit the ball over the net and in play, as opposed to trying to score points.  But it has two things working in its favor.  First, it is not a team sport.  I realize that team sports teach us a lot of important life lessons blah, blah, blah.  But I don’t like team sports.  I don’t like having other people depend on how I do, and I don’t like it when I can’t control the outcome.  Second, it is fast paced.  You do not spend ten minutes waiting for the ball to come your way or three innings waiting for your turn to bat (here’s looking at you baseball).  I probably have not played in a year or two but it is near the top of my list of things I should do more. 

Well that concludes my birthday blog post.  If you can think of an interesting topic that I should write on for next year please let me know.  That is, if Kelsey let's me write another post...

A Day in the Life

For many years, I have been stubbornly resisting getting a smart phone.  I argued that I didn't need to be constantly available and I definitely didn't need the temptation of always being able to have access to the Internet.  But alas, recently my trusty dumb phone was barely able to hold a signal, and even my mom would tell me I needed a new phone after about the 6th time my phone dropped her call.

Since I resigned myself to getting a new phone, I decided that it would be nice to get a phone with a quality camera so I could take pictures of my little mister while we're out and about.  After a visit to the Sprint store and a little browsing about the Interwebs, I discovered that none of the 3 dumb phone models that various companies offer have good cameras.  Apparently I am the only person in America that would be interested in that combination.  Hmmmm.  

After some calculating, Patrick and I decided to get an iPhone for me (but not get a data plan, let's not move too quickly here) and a new dumb phone for him.  They arrived last week and after a long and frustrating day of trying to get them activated, they are finally up and working.  And since I wanted my iPhone for the camera, I decided that I was going to practice using it by making a slideshow of my day for a blog post.

So yesterday, I did just that...I was essentially the paparazzi for the little person's day.  I actually really love the result, I think it shows a typical day in my life to a 'T'.  Which doesn't mean it's interesting, but I'll let you watch and decide for yourself...

This is Your Brain on Poop

Once upon a time...in a land not so very far away...I had more than 6 brain cells.  I know, I know...but I promise that it's true.  I used to think about (and sometimes even discuss!) things like...well, smart adult people things that I can't currently be bothered to spare one of my six remaining brain cells to remember.  Yep, it's gotten that bad.

Because there are only six of them, I've given my brain cells names:

1.  The little person brain cell

2.  The household brain cell

3.  The dentistry brain cell

4.  The buying stuff for the little person brain cell

5.  The vaguely aware that I'm married to someone brain cell

And finally

6.  The "Who is this person?? Oh it used to be me" brain cell.  

Let's clarify this a little.  

# 1 - This is my primary usable brain cell as it is now accounting for >90% of my thoughts.  These include, but are not limited to:  Is he breathing?  Do I need to save his life for the 8th time today?  Is he eating enough?  Do I need to tell him to get out of the fridge because it's not lunchtime yet?  Should we do swim lessons or art classes?  Does he need to go to speech therapy?  How did he know that?  Why do we have to read this book again?  Is he pooping?  Is he not pooping?  Is he pooping in the potty?  Is he pooping in his pants?  Has he pooped and is sticking his hand in it?  Now, please trust me when I say that I am extremely embarrassed about how much this one precious brain cell is overloaded with thoughts about his poop.  (And it only makes it worse that I have spent 20 plus years of my life in school...and now I spend my free time wondering about a two year old's bathroom needs.)

#2  - My house/laundry/pets/dinner/etc. brain cell.  This one is in constant chaos and I tend to try to lock it in a closet whenever possible and forget about it.  The only way this brain cell gets activated is if I sit down and conscientiously make a list of what it's thinking about.  And then maaaaaaaaaaybe something gets done...maybe.

#3 - Only gets turned on Tuesdays 2-7, Thursdays 12-7, and Fridays 8-5.  This used to be a much bigger part of my brain, but #1 has eaten up (and probably pooped out) a good portion of it.  When it's on, I try very hard to make it the only one that is currently sending me information...but if you think I haven't wandered over into thinking about the little person's poop while working on a tooth, you'd be slightly mistaken.  (Yes, I realize you are judging me right now!!!  I deserve it too, AACK!!)

#4 - Sadly, this is for when I need to shut #1 off for a bit, but feel guilty about it.  So I buy him stuff (some he needs, some I tell myself he needs...) to make me feel like less of a motherly failure.  Oddly, most of the stuff I used to buy him were cloth diapers.  See, I can't escape the poop even in this category!

#5 - About 6 years ago, this brain cell was in full blown newlywed mode.  It's still there...albeit lying dormant under a pile of thoughts about poop.  Patrick is awesome though, so I do hope to see you again in about 20 years little brain cell.  

#6 - I really did used to have a life.  Trail running, travel, reading, eating at cool restaurants, doing creative things.  Slowly but surely this brain cell has morphed into someone who is in love with her treadmill, considers going to the Cincinnati aquarium a big vacation, wishes more Pete the Cat and Pigeon books would be published, is overjoyed by the prospect of eating dinner at Bob Evans, and is lucky to keep the finger-paint on the paper.  This brain cell is wearing mom jeans while cleaning up poop.  And the worst part is it thinks it looks good.

My six friends and I are currently trying to survive toddler-hood, and quite frankly #1 is probably responsible for closer to 99.9% of my thoughts right now.  Which is funny, since #1 spends so much time thinking about #2 (punny, aren't I???).  Anyway, in an attempt to cross my February goal of "Catch up on random stuff I have been meaning to do" (yes, I do have a monthly goal that I write on top of my calendar.  And yes, that is February's goal verbatim) I have a really cool idea for a blog post that should be coming up soon!  That is, unless there's some poop to worry about... 

The State of the Neurocracy is Strong

Happy New Year!!  While most families' New Years Day traditions include watching football and eating sauerkraut, we Esbers like to ensure that the first day of the new year is devoted to showing our true colors.  For Patrick, this is nerdiness.  For me, it is disorganization and the ability to spaz like a champ.  We accomplish this by our annual tradition: The Esber Family State of the Financial Union Address. 

The Esber Family State of the Financial Union Address is our yearly sit down where Patrick shows me all of the financial ins and outs of the past year.  This includes a detailed breakdown of our income, our saving, and our spending.  But to stop there would just be a family meeting...and this isn't a meeting, it's an Esber State of the Financial Union Address.  So we also get things like this:

And the distinctly different this:

 

Obviously I have removed any and all personal information here...so I'll leave you to guess what exactly I'm spending 5% of my household income on (hint: they're furry and eat a lot).

Now, it does take commitment to incorporate some graphs into this 10 slide Powerpoint presentation.  But Patrick's nerdiness is more than commitment, it's dedication.  And thoroughness.  And an equal opportunity to all types of graphs.  So we also have bar AND line graphs for your viewing pleasure.       

 

And because this is my blog and I can share my grievances here, Patrick likes to do a little "accounting trick" (as he calls it) and not count the money we have in the our house towards our net worth...which would be fair if he also did not count the balance of our remaining mortgage against our net worth as well.  Hence the big drop in the line graph that looks like we're going to the poor house.  Rant over.

Oh, and there are spreadsheets.  Spreadsheets as far as the eye can see.  So many as a matter of fact that I just attempted to copy/paste/edit them and I gave up because they are too numerous in number and are overwhelming this non-engineer.  Unlike Patrick, I do not derive my power from them and tend to get confused with all the cells and the equations and the mathmatification.  If you are interested in seeing them, I'm sure Patrick would be more than proud to show them off.  Just make sure you have at least 6291036728 gb of ram on your computer before he sends that Excel file your way.

For the conclusion of the Address, we set our goals for the upcoming year and review whether we achieved our goals from the previous year.  Here's a highlight reel of the 'best of' our respective goals for the past few years: 

So this list of goals should show you that my mind is not typically on our finances, which 364 days of the year is perfectly fine by me.  I mean, Patrick does a great job; it's clear he has an interest in it; and I have yet to be sent to collections for an unpaid bill...so if the system's not broke, don't fix it.  Right???

Well, that one day of the year that I happen to be interested is New Years Day.  And it's not because the beauty of Patrick's graphs and spreadsheets have awakened some deep-seated love of numbers.  No, it's because 364 days a year I am blissfully unaware of how expensive life is...and then, boom.  It hits me smack in the face.  In nicely color coded graphs.  It goes a little something like this:

Patrick (very calmly): So we spent $WXYZ on groceries this year...

Kelsey (not so calmly): WHAT?!?!?!?  WHAT THE HECK ARE WE EATING?!?!  That's it, we are having Ramen Noodles once a week, every week.  And you can FORGET about ever having fresh squeezed orange juice EVER AGAIN!  AGHHHHH!!!   

P (interrupting my tirade): ...and $ABCD on gas...

K (starting to ugly cry):  ON GAS?!?!???  FOR THE CARS???  Okay, I am riding my bike to work twice a week and I will limit unnecessary trips out of the house.  You will start waking up at 4 a.m. so you don't have to sit in rush hour traffic.  And if you wanted to bike a little too, that would be good.  I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS...I thought I was being so "green"...WHAT HAVE I DONE!?!?!?!  Mother Earth, will you ever forgive me???? 

P (getting annoyed): ...and $QRSTU on bills.  

K (writhing on the floor, in full denial):  NOOOOOOOOOO...WHAT THE HECK IS THIS WORLD COMING TO???  Did you know that the trash service cost that much?!!?!?  No more, NO MORE!!  I will personally burn the trash in the backyard.  And we will use rainwater for showers and I will wash our clothes in the creek.  And why is the thermostat set at 65 degrees...TURN IT DOWN BEFORE WE HAVE TO FILL THE PROPANE TANK AGAIN!!  FOR THE LOVE OF PETE, TURN IT DOWN I SAID!!

P (fully annoyed, skeptical, and sarcastic):  The person who can't walk outside to dump the compost is now going to be in charge of burning our trash?  Get a grip, these are basic living expenses Kelsey.

So, there you have it.  A typical New Years Day at the Esber household.  I am determined that this year, I will make my goals a little bit more mature and adult-ish.  Maybe I could even make a goal to pay more attention to the finances.  But I think Patrick would be very happy if my goals looked something like this...

 

Operators Are Standing By!

Typically this is not the sort of blog where I do product reviews or, what I like to call them: "a complete stranger that you may or may not have anything in common with telling you what you should think of a product."  But, I like to stretch my blog-authoring limits every once and awhile and I have recently come across two very different, but equally awesome products that have really made my life better.  So I am going to tell you about them...and to make it interesting, let's do it infomercial style ;)

Hello Moms and Dads of America!!!  Now, I know that parenting leaves us with more questions than answers, but how would you like a product that could change all of that??  Well, it's finally here...for potty training anyway!!  That's right, all you ever wanted to know about the theories of, the dos (pun intended) and do nots, and the troubleshooting tricks of potty training are right here inside the book "Oh Crap Potty Training" by Jamie Glowacki!!  What's her method??  That's the secret: THERE IS NO METHOD!!!!  Am I blowing your mind yet?  That's right, for only the low, low cost of $15 you too can download a digital copy of her book and have your 20-30 month old child potty trained with little to no trouble at all!  BUT WAIT!  Call now because the next 100 callers will also receive the corresponding booklet "How to Explain to Complete Strangers Why Your Child Isn't Wearing Underwear" absolutely free!  That's a $17.99 value for just $15!  Let's get a testimonial from an actual child that was trained using this method! 

"Dah."  -Little Mister Esber

That's right folks!  Even a child with a vocabulary that rivals Charlie Chaplin's in film can appreciate just how spectacular this book is!  So call now!!  This advertisement is not paid nor endorsed by Oh Crap Potty Training or Jamie Glowacki.  Results are not guaranteed, products are non-returnable especially if used or referenced while in the bathroom.  Little Mister Esber is not a paid spokesperson, but is an extremely easy child in general so results are not typical.  Don't hold me to this endorsement if any additional child I may at some point acquire is not an easy potty trainer, as I am fully aware that I must pay the piper at some point in my parenting career.  

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Okay, okay, so maybe these products don't warrant a 30 minute infomercial on a Saturday morning.  All I know is that my 21 month old little mister is potty trained and my hair looks respectable.  And that means at least I'll know my hair looks good the next time someone stares at me for not making my child wear underwear in public.  Yep, totally respectable...