The Living Without Series

This is a series of posts that I wrote back in 2006 on living with less stuff. Check them out: liv011Living #2liv031liv04

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The Chicken Doctor


The Architect


Eight ball corner pocket…

Somewhere on Hwy 50 in Missouri we saw this.  I wonder if there’s a giant floating box inside of it with the answers to all my questions?

Somebody get me a crane, I’m gonna try to shake it!

Son, please pay attention.

I have three sons.

They don’t always pay attention to what is going on around them.

It’s not uncommon for them to lose stuff.

They get distracted easily, unless they are doing something they REALLY want to do.

They don’t much care how they look.

Or smell.

They break a lot of things.

They are all very large for their age.

They don’t realize how huge they are.

That’s why they break a lot of things.

They are a bit like baby elephants trapped in a small room filled with hand blown Christmas ornaments.

I don’t think I’ve ever heard one of them say, “I’m going to clean up this mess.”

Or, “I could really use a shower.”

They eat constantly.

They swear they are starving thirty minutes after they eat dinner.

I hide food from them.

If I don’t want to eat something, I put it on the counter so they will eat it.

I have taught them the courtesy of asking before they consume stuff.

Because it is so engrained in them to ask before they eat, they frequently hunt me down with food items in there hand to ask me if it’s okay if they eat it.

I can’t tell you how many times a hand holding a bag of chips, carton of yogurt, a brownie, a peanut butter sandwich, a waffle, a slab of meat or a bowl of cereal has pushed through the bathroom door while I’m doing my business.  A voice connected to the hand on the other side of the door will say, “Mom?  Mom?  Mooooooom?  Can I eat this?”

Sometimes I don’t answer them and they just stand there with their hand holding the food item, maybe shaking it a bit.

Sometimes I explode in rage, “SHUT THE DOOR AND TAKE THAT BACK TO THE KITCHEN!!”

Sometimes I say, “Of course.”

They are always surprised by my reactions.

Today the school called wondering if my third grader was at school.  His teacher asked my oldest son if he came to school today and Seth said, “Yeah, he’s here.”  So, Ike’s teacher began to worry when she couldn’t find him.  Here’s the funny part, she though he might be lost in the school.  Which isn’t an impossible thing even though it’s a really small school, but let’s just go back to the above list and remember that my sons can get distracted very easily.

Okay, so where the heck is Ike?  He’s at home with me.  He didn’t go to school today.  He has a toothache and a dentist appointment.

Somehow his brother didn’t notice him crying in pain, lying on the couch in his pj’s or his absence in the truck for the twenty minute drive going to school.

Yep.  I have three sons.  They are teaching me resilience and patience.  And, don’t even get me started on the girl…she’s the one that drew the mustaches on them and then set up the camera for this lovely shot.  I swear, I had nothing to do with it.

Pigs and Kids


I have a hard time telling them apart.  I’m just sayin’.