Today's AOK wasn't preplanned. In fact, I didn't even think about it being an act of kindness until inlooked at the clock & realized I didn't blog yet today.
Kid #5 had a football game today. I decided to take my camera with telephoto lens and try my hand at action photos. My first instinct p,as a Mom with a camera, is to just snap photos of my own child. Afterall, he is the cutest one out there, although it is hard to tell with those helmets and all.
Anyway, today I decided that I would take pictures of everyone's kid. And I did and it will be another act of kindness when I edit all of them and figure out the best way to share them with the coach, so he can pass them on to the rest of the parents. Fifth & Sixth graders playing football makes for some interesting photos. Especially because the smaller players look like bobble heads with all of that equipment on. Cute pictures to follow.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Day Ten
Today's act of kindness was to mail a book, from my collection, to a friend who needed it. I arrived at the post office at 4:15pm, only it turns out our post office closes at 4 pm. I never knew that. I guess I will have 2 AOK's tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Day Nine
Does taking a kid to the doctor count as an act of kindness? A kid who is able to drive, and wasn't sick, just suffering a chronic injury from running, but likes to have mom around for the extra set of ears and to ask questions. Did I mention that I was really tired and would have rather taken a nap?
If that doesn't count for my daily AOK, then I got nothin.
If that doesn't count for my daily AOK, then I got nothin.
Monday, September 24, 2012
Day Eight
Long day. Very tired. Today's AOK was visiting a friend in the hospital and taking her a little gift bag of things I thought that I would like if I was in that position.
Number one best thing in the bag? Burt's Bees Pomegranate Lip Balm. I am not a big fan of pomegranates in general, maybe because it seems weird that it is all seed and that's the part you eat, but it sure makes for good lip balm. In fact, I have instructed my husband to apply Burt's Bees Lip Balm to my lips if I should ever end up in a condition where I can't do it myself. Hourly. I hope he remembers, but more than that, I hope he never needs to remember.
Another day down.
Number one best thing in the bag? Burt's Bees Pomegranate Lip Balm. I am not a big fan of pomegranates in general, maybe because it seems weird that it is all seed and that's the part you eat, but it sure makes for good lip balm. In fact, I have instructed my husband to apply Burt's Bees Lip Balm to my lips if I should ever end up in a condition where I can't do it myself. Hourly. I hope he remembers, but more than that, I hope he never needs to remember.
Another day down.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Day Seven
A whole week! Only fifty-one more like it to go.
Remember that horrid thing that I mentioned in the end of my last post? Ironing? It is not that ironing is so terrible, it is just that I am so terrible at it. I can iron pants and normal shirts, but shirts with collars and buttons, those I struggle with. In fact, I struggle so much that my sweet husband is just as happy to iron his own shirts. He must have had a better Home Ec teacher than me, or something.
So today, for my AOK, I snuck upstairs while everyone else was absorbed in football, and engaged in a bit of ironing. The pants were no problem, but I hate to admit that I gave up after the 2nd shirt when I realized that after all the time and effort I had out into it, it had a spot, apparently from the spray starch. How could that happen? No amount of ironing or water would take that spot out.
To make up for my lackluster first attempt at an AOK, I also cleaned up the dog throw-up. That is almost always my kind husband's job, not that it happens that often, but he just takes it upon himself to do it. I attribute it to his unrefined sense of smell and my sensitive gag reflex. Today, I pulled myself up by the bootstraps, grabbed the paper towels and spot cleaner and took on the task....unnoticed, I might add. That is really what makes it more of an act of kindness, isn't it? If you don't do it for fanfare? There is a scripture about this and once I find it, I will share it here.
Here's something else I can share, a little ironing tip, use this stuff:
Remember that horrid thing that I mentioned in the end of my last post? Ironing? It is not that ironing is so terrible, it is just that I am so terrible at it. I can iron pants and normal shirts, but shirts with collars and buttons, those I struggle with. In fact, I struggle so much that my sweet husband is just as happy to iron his own shirts. He must have had a better Home Ec teacher than me, or something.
So today, for my AOK, I snuck upstairs while everyone else was absorbed in football, and engaged in a bit of ironing. The pants were no problem, but I hate to admit that I gave up after the 2nd shirt when I realized that after all the time and effort I had out into it, it had a spot, apparently from the spray starch. How could that happen? No amount of ironing or water would take that spot out.
To make up for my lackluster first attempt at an AOK, I also cleaned up the dog throw-up. That is almost always my kind husband's job, not that it happens that often, but he just takes it upon himself to do it. I attribute it to his unrefined sense of smell and my sensitive gag reflex. Today, I pulled myself up by the bootstraps, grabbed the paper towels and spot cleaner and took on the task....unnoticed, I might add. That is really what makes it more of an act of kindness, isn't it? If you don't do it for fanfare? There is a scripture about this and once I find it, I will share it here.
Here's something else I can share, a little ironing tip, use this stuff:
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Day Six
Somedays, I hardly leave the house. Today was one such day, due to the fact that Kid #4 is a bit under the weather.
So, my options for Acts of Kindness would either have to happen through the mail (Oops, missed the boat on that. As it turns out the mailman/lady comes pretty early on Saturdays), or be bestowed on my family.
Today's kindness was an act of laundering. At a certain age, my kids start doing their own laundry. That age is called, "the age of complaining because they can't find this favorite shirt or those lucky soccer socks." Okay, or maybe even any soccer socks. Whatever the case, there comes a point where they are just has happy to not have their laundry co-mingle with their siblings laundry. From that day forward, they become independent launderers; although, I do still was their sheets and towels if they want me to. I'm a stay-at-home-Mom, I think sheet & towel laundering is in my job description, or it would be if I ever received a job description.
For today's AOK, I decided to surprise Kid #3, by washing what was left in his laundry hamper. Somehow he never seems to get to the bottom of his hamper. Hmmm, maybe now he understands what I'm up against.
Kid #3 works a seasonal job and just had his last day of work about two weeks ago. He wears a uniform. Guess what was at the bottom of his hamper and would have remained there until next spring? Yep, about 8 uniform pieces. There were also 4 pencils and 3 pens, and I caught several of them before the washing machine. But not all of them. Which is sort of why Kid #3 wasn't initially excited. He thought I had maybe washed and dried his flash drive too. Thankfully, I didn't. If I had, this AOK would have been cancelled out and I would have been forced to do something horrid, like ironing!
So, my options for Acts of Kindness would either have to happen through the mail (Oops, missed the boat on that. As it turns out the mailman/lady comes pretty early on Saturdays), or be bestowed on my family.
Today's kindness was an act of laundering. At a certain age, my kids start doing their own laundry. That age is called, "the age of complaining because they can't find this favorite shirt or those lucky soccer socks." Okay, or maybe even any soccer socks. Whatever the case, there comes a point where they are just has happy to not have their laundry co-mingle with their siblings laundry. From that day forward, they become independent launderers; although, I do still was their sheets and towels if they want me to. I'm a stay-at-home-Mom, I think sheet & towel laundering is in my job description, or it would be if I ever received a job description.
For today's AOK, I decided to surprise Kid #3, by washing what was left in his laundry hamper. Somehow he never seems to get to the bottom of his hamper. Hmmm, maybe now he understands what I'm up against.
Kid #3 works a seasonal job and just had his last day of work about two weeks ago. He wears a uniform. Guess what was at the bottom of his hamper and would have remained there until next spring? Yep, about 8 uniform pieces. There were also 4 pencils and 3 pens, and I caught several of them before the washing machine. But not all of them. Which is sort of why Kid #3 wasn't initially excited. He thought I had maybe washed and dried his flash drive too. Thankfully, I didn't. If I had, this AOK would have been cancelled out and I would have been forced to do something horrid, like ironing!
Friday, September 21, 2012
Day Five
Kid #5 was playing with neighbor kid across the street, trying out neighbor kid's new slingshot, unbeknownst to me.
Somehow, from across the street, in true David vs. Goliath style, Kid #5 took out the back window of my van. No kidding. I didn't believe him at first, not until I saw the big gaping hole where my rear windshield use to be.
I did not yell. I did not wring his little neck. I showed mercy, with a little bit of lecturing thrown in. It helped that he looked so pitiful. I even helped him clean up some of the glass.
On a positive note, at least it was a windshield and not someone's forehead and the van has a name now. Goliath.
Somehow, from across the street, in true David vs. Goliath style, Kid #5 took out the back window of my van. No kidding. I didn't believe him at first, not until I saw the big gaping hole where my rear windshield use to be.
I did not yell. I did not wring his little neck. I showed mercy, with a little bit of lecturing thrown in. It helped that he looked so pitiful. I even helped him clean up some of the glass.
On a positive note, at least it was a windshield and not someone's forehead and the van has a name now. Goliath.
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