Saturday, February 11, 2012

Dear Thing That I Write In...

Today while I was manically cleaning the house, I came across a little notebook. I opened it up to see which girl it belonged to and saw that Chloe has been using it as a little diary.  "Dear thing that I write in..." was the first sentence in each entry.  I promptly died of the cuteness and then resumed the manic cleaning.
Dear thing that I write in,

This weekend has been cuh-razy. Yesterday saw voice lessons, violin lessons, extra violin rehearsals, a birthday party complete with frantic shopping for a gift, a GNO at my friend's house, a playdate and oh! How could I forget? The oven exploded.

I came home from shopping or a lesson or something, and The Maestro told me that he'd been preheating the oven, but was then talking on the phone before he actually put anything in it. While he was talking, he heard a BANG! CRASH! BOOM! from the kitchen and discovered some fireworks going on inside the oven.

Now, we don't know exactly how old the oven is, as it came with the house. But, we figured we could safely assume it was around the same age as the refrigerator which died back in August, and anyway, according to ye olde internette, the part we would need to fix the dead heating element (that is what exploded, as it turns out) was no longer available. So, another new appliance! Yay for me! Good thing I got paid yesterday morning. So, despite the crazy schedule of the day, we dropped everything and headed to Sears and bought ourselves a brand spanking new oven. I figure that, at this rate, the washer & dryer will go out in another 6 months. Better start saving up for those front loaders I'm dying to have!

Today has been no less insane. A violin performance, another birthday party (but I did the shopping for that one yesterday), Worldwide Training Meeting at the church for Joel and me, grocery shopping, a Young Men/Young Women activity and lots of manic cleaning were all on the docket.

We were asked late last night if we would please house one of the stake leaders who is here for branch conference tomorrow. Of course we said yes. We always do. The problem is, my house was an absolute PIG STY. Really. I just haven't had the time to properly devote to cleaning. And I'm tired. And I'm running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Excuses. Dirty House. Amen.

So, dear thing that I write in, I stayed up until 2 in the morning cleaning. Today I slave drove my girls. I put my husband to work. Together, between all the rest of the stuff we needed to finish, we got this house sparkling clean. I have been complaining about the lack of cleanliness around here for a very long time, but I just cannot keep up with the messes of five people, and I have apparently not taught my children to clean up after themselves. So, this evening, just before the stake person was to come, I was thankful for a pressing reason to get my act together, because the reward was a clean house, and who doesn't love that?

Especially when, five minutes later, you get a phone call that the stake person isn't going to stay with you after all.

The Lord works in mysterious ways, dear thing that I write in. He knew what I needed, and he gave it to me. He just used my procrastinating, down-to-the-last-second, must-have-a-deadline-to-accomplish-anything ways to get it done. And I thank Him.

And I promise I'm going to try really hard to keep it up this time.
Lara Neves
Lara Neves

Lara is mom to three daughters—two teens and a tween. She loves to share her parenting and homemaking triumphs and failures here at Overstuffed! She was diagnosed with Lyme disease in 2015 and has been fighting it ever since. When she isn't working on her mother of the year award, you can find her reading, singing, or taking photos.


  1. I don't know if I'd be happy or relieved that you don't get the house guest. I like to show people how clean my house is! haha In fact, no one seems to see it when it's pristine and smells like Pine-Sol, but a few days later when it looks like an episode of Hoarders (okay, not that bad, but you get my meaning) is when someone sees it.

    Sorry about your oven. That sucks. It hurts putting down money for appliances, but we need them! I'm (knocking on wood) that our washer and dryer will last awhile. They're 15 years old! I don't want to put nice brand new red washer and dryer in this house - I want it in the next one. I'm afraid if we put my coveted new red washer and dryer in this house, it'll have to stay here if we have to get renters when we build. I would want to take my two red friends with me! I've only been able to visit them at Sears and Lowes and stroke them.

  2. Dear Thing That I Comment On: that was a really cute post! I'm even tempted to say "Gee, sorry your Mom blew up, Ricky" but then maybe you won't get the reference? Sorry your OVEN blew up but it certainly made for a good story!

  3. That's super cute---makes me wish I were that clever when I was her age:)

  4. Oh, Chloe is such a doll-miss that girl! Sorry about the oven-yikes! And your last sentence describes me all too well. We are sisters after all.

  5. A new oven + a clean house = the start to a great week, right? I hope so!!

    Happy Valentines Day!

  6. Yay for new appliances! (Boo for the price of them in general.)

    I hope you can catch up on your sleep a little this week!

  7. I loved this "dear thing that I write in" post! I can't wait to see pictures of your new oven... and I am really happy you got your house cleaning done. One less stress to worry about right? :)