I have begun a new adventure…couponing. Once again, I am a little late out of the gate. My mom has been clipping them for years and mailing them to me and my sister and I would chuckle at how silly she was. I had seen her save money growing up but it never sunk in. Until one day my husband came home from work telling about one of his co-workers wives and how she actually got change back for a basket full of toiletries from a local chain pharmacy. Hmmm….maybe there is something to this. The next Sunday I went and bought five newspapers. I sorted and clipped and organized, got myself a binder and everything! I went on my maiden voyage on double coupon day. Lucky me I ran into a friend that has been a couponer for years and she gave me a quick tutorial in the store. I was off!! I wandered through the store and matched sales to the coupons I had. I was finding crazy good deals and I was getting excited. Until it was time to check out. Suddenly I was terrified, what if I did it all wrong? I hadn’t brought enough money in to buy all of it at full price! Luckily all my years of “momming” had prepared for the potential humiliation that often lurked at the register. Heck with it, I’m going in…The woman who rung me up was an angel. Being my first time I had no idea that they only double the first twenty coupons. I put on the doe eyes (unintentionally of course) and I’m pretty sure I started welling up. The woman in line behind me actually suggested she cancel the sale and rering my first twenty coupons and do a seperate transaction. Yes, the lady in line behind me. The cashier gladly went through my purchases and seperated out things with their coupons. Needless to say I have my own regular cashier now. When all was said and done I spent $58.80 and I saved $58.08. I would have saved more than I spent if I hadn’t forgotten two coupons in my purse. That’s $4 I won’t get back….Or will I? Mwahahaha!
So we started a new thing this week at my house. The marble jar. I know what you are thinking: “duh, everyone has already done it, don’t bother running to the patent office Jen”. For me though, I do things as they occur to me, not always when they are popular. For anyone who isn’t familiar, each kid has a jar and as they do a chore or a good deed they are rewarded with a morble in the jar. We actually have assigned values for certain things, basically if you pick up after yourself without having to be told, you get one. If you take the initiative to do more, you get more. If you are misbehaving or caught with your hand…well, anywhere your hand shouldn’t be, marbles are taken away. For my oldest, this totally rocks, My middle, she is cautiously optimistic and the youngest just loves the marbles!
James has taken to cleaning his room daily before being asked and then moving on to another “common room” in the house. Living room one day, yesterday the kitchen. He pulled all of the kitchen chairs into the living room so he could sweep the floor properly. I then mopped it as he straightened up the laundry room. Heavenly. Mary spent a lot of time in her room, but wasn’t complaining as she did it which is new. She did eventually, kind of, finish. She is just a different kind of kid than her bigger, bar setting brother. Matthew, whose enthusiasm is contagious, (sister is immune however) was shuttling first dirty clothes, then clean ones from his drawers to the laundry room. He has his eye on the prize, and he is thinking that volume is the answer to his success. So we need to do a little monitoring for the smaller two but overall I am very happy. Now if I can just get my husband to quell his loanshark impulses to “dump them all and start again!!” every time they start getting rowdy…
I awoke at 5:30 this morning to a sweet little voice calling out “Mommy! My pants are wet!”. It’s my littlest one, Matthew. I begrudgingly roll out of bed, my tempermental back screaming at me all the way. When I first walk in he insists that I pick him up. Knowing my spinal situation wasn’t going to let that happen, I decline. He gave me the look and I consider it, only for a second. His is the bottom of a set of bunkbeds. The look on his face is not enough to block out the vision of myself falling face first into soggy bed linens and then being unable to get up. Sorry little man, you are gonna haul yourself out just like mommy did. My oldest wakes (I think) long enough to ask me what is for dinner, and then he is back out. Now, to peeling off the wet pants and underwear. Again my back is protesting by taking my breath so when I try to speak it sounds as though I’m holding in smoke. My husband, hearing the struggle from our warm comfy bed, decides to “help” by talking to the child. From the bed. If only I had thought of that! As I walk wet things to the laundry room I hear Mary say “Mom, can I take a shower?”. Now, she is no morning person so I know what this means. At least I have a complete peepee load to wash now. Poor kids are both sad and upset and embarrassed. Luckily upon hearing of the second child’s plight Hubby had the good sense to drag up out of bed and help with accident victim number two. Such an awful way to wake up, especially when you consider we did not turn the heat on and the house was sixty-six degrees so wet=very cold. They are both shivering and I’m trying to get the shower running and warmed up at warp speed. I get the first one out and into footy pajamas and my bed. Since daddy has Mary under control I crawl into bed with my little guy and try to salvage just a little more sleep….
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