Happy Monday, friends.
Today I’m doing a a bit of housekeeping…both literally and figuratively. It is literal in the sense that today finds me smack dab in the middle of a four-day weekend with The Cherubs. With no school today and tomorrow, the bulk of my time will be devoted to keeping my housefrom spiraling into complete and utter chaos. Literally.
Figuratively speaking, I am doing a little housekeeping with this blog. A bit of clarifying and tidying, if you will. I am thrilled to tell you that, thanks to the efforts of my friend David at Advanced Engineering Interactive Media, I am in the process of becoming Master of my Own Domain. Within a short period of time, my URL will change from thedesperatehousemommy.blogspot.com to DHousemommy.com.
Did you see that? My own domain. And I? Will be master. Muahahahahahaaaaaa!
When the change has been completed, there is nothing you will need to adjust on your end to keep up with me. You will be automatically redirected to DHousemommy.com if you type in the old address. Once the work has been completed, though, you may wish to update your bookmarks. And, yes, you may call me DHouse, yo.
In addition, while we’re on the topic of figurative housekeeping, it has recently come to my attention that The Six Year-Old will not be six for all of eternity.
“Mom? I’m going to be seven in April. D’yathink you could call me something else?” *rolling of eyeballs*
So, friends, from this day forward, The Six Year-Old will be known as The Small One.
*more rolling of eyeballs*
To mark this momentous occasion, I would like to introduce a new feature @ DHousemommy, entitled “The Small One Says.” It will usually be short and sweet. I tell you what I say, and then what The Small One says.
Without further ado, I bring you the inaugural edition of The Small One Says:
Scene: Desperate Kitchen. The Twins and DHousemommy are seated at the table eating bowls of cereal. The Small One, clad in a one-piece sleeper, has meandered into the corner in the of the room and is huddled over a heating vent.
DHousemommy says, “Hon? Come back the breakfast table, please. Do you really need to crouch over the vent like that?”
The Small One Says: “Mom. It is cozy here. I like sitting on the heating vents. I am a heat-seeking missile.”