32 Days Clean

I'm 32 days clean today. My name is Mrs. Montgomery &  it's been 32 days since I've had a drink. I quit drinking Diet Coke 32 days ago. You can read about why here & here. I've read those articles about how it takes  30 days to make a habit. Those people never gave up Diet Coke. It truly was this housewife's crack. I miss it. I miss the bubbles. I miss the smell. I miss the taste. But I'm staying the course. Staying strong. I want to be free of this addiction.

Have you ever quit something? How long did it take you to be truly free?
xoxo- Mrs. Montgomery Graduating from Rehab like...

Tis The Season

It's the most wonderful time of the year - except when you are sick or injured. We interrupt this delightful Christmas season to bring you a list of our ills and spills.
It seems like the housewives and their families are under attack.
I would call and tell you all about it but I would need my voice back first.  You might catch every third word if your hearing is decent.  I'm also beginning to think breathing is overrated.  This weather has kicked my asthma into high gear.  Right now, I'm living on Hall's cough drops, steroids and inhalers with a side of Delsym cough syrup.  Chin up, my friends, if you haven't had a Hall's cough drop in a while, the wrappers provide all sorts of inspiration with sayings like "power through it."  

Mrs. Sinclair had her knee drained and her gall bladder out in the last two weeks.  She hit a new low when she had to accept help walking into the doctor's office from an elderly gentleman who drove her to the door in a golf cart.  You just can't make this stuff up.

There is a lot of this going around.

Mrs. Albright's daughter was sick on her birthday yesterday.  Her birthday party has already been rescheduled twice.

Consoled by her birthday gift - a Nintendo 3DS!

Her PJ days are coming to an end today as she returns to school. Finally!
Mrs. Hart fell down.  Between her knee and shoulder, she's feeling it still.  That's okay, the doctor got to take a peek today when she went in with a congested head.  In a yelling match, I don't know if she or I would get a word out right now.

In addition to having problems with allergies, Mrs. Montgomery's son came home with some skin missing after a PE incident.

Guess I should have warned you because that was just plain nasty.   This same child gets to go to an elbow specialist tomorrow for a previous injury.
I would like to not here that Mrs. Montgomery tried to turn the conversation over to dog poop at this point, but I did not take the bait.
Now you have seen the truth behind the scenes.  We are Christmas-ing along like the rest of you and doing our best to not let our decrepit bodies and exhausted children get us down.
Please excuse our whining and this short interruption from the merriment.
Now, let there be JOY!
You're feeling it, aren't you?



Mrs. Priss

**cough cough** wheeze wheeze** like...


(That was my version of "Merry Christmas to You!")

Lights, Wine, Breaking Dawn & Route 66 Half Marathon

I'm too tired to think of wonderfully creative title.  Heck, I'm tired from just typing the title.  We had so much fun at Lights On Main Street Jenks last week. 180 Kitchen & Bath Designs showroom is beautiful!

  

We believe every housewife should pick up

 these napkins this season.

Each of the RHOK girls brought their favorite wine to share.  Mrs. T & Mrs. A were professionals. 

It wouldn't be a RHOK Out without a game. The ladies traded papers to see who had the highest score. A former teacher "graded" this one. Notice we said former.

180 Supergirl to the rescue!

180 has an awesome steam shower. Of course a few had to try it out.

Mrs. Albright brought antlers. They are the accessory of the season.

Stop looking at our racks! Go like 180 on Facebook. Tell them the RHOK sent ya. We love RHOK Outs because women connect. Mrs. T & Mrs. D found out they were at OSU at the same time & had a lot in common.

So it was on to Breaking Dawn 2

We had some fun in the theater.

And by "we" I mean Mrs. D.

Here is our "official" review by Mrs. Albright.

 Yes that was her in her seat. She looked so comfy. Bye Bye Twilight franchise.
Mrs. Albright needed her rest. She ran the Route 66 half marathon. We are so proud of her. My girls & I went down to provide some encouragement.

We saw quite a few girls we knew.

Mrs. A did AWESOME! 

Here she is crossing the finish line.

She did it in 2 hrs. 35 mins. Did I mention this was her first run, her first half?! She's a stud. So there you have it. A recap of a few events this weekend. Are you ready for Thanksgiving? Neither am I. Off to a Pilgrim Play & the store. When I give thanks this year. It will include you. xoxo, Mrs. Montgomery Living like...

Back to School - Cheering or Crying?

It is back to school time around our neck of the woods. Many of my friends are sending their babies off to kindergarten, middle school or high school for the first time. It is an emotional thing to send your baby off to school. Some moms are sad & some are elated.  Take for instance, Mrs. Albright, she is cheering quite loudly about her babies going off to school. She has one going to high school & one off to kindergarten. {Check out their beautiful faces on her post yesterday.} She posted this ecard on Facebook with the following comment,    "Couldn't agree more! That's why I'm so excited that starting tomorrow  I can do all shopping sans kids while they're at school. *squeal*"

While my other friends are posting that they are crying. {Including myself.}

So how about you? Are you cheering or crying over back to school this year? If you are crying here is a first day of school prayer.  Wishing you & your kiddos a fantastic school year, Mrs. Montgomery Crying Like a Groupie Who Lost...

The Fairy Tale Life of a Housewife

Dear Seven-Year-Old Priss,
Little do you know that someday most of your dreams will come true.  Your dreams at this age are quite simple, really.  Grow up, fall in love, get married, have kids - that sums it up.  
When you get a little bit older you will be afraid to admit that these things are really all you want in life.  People might think you have no ambition!  Sure, you'd like to be a veterinarian... or an occupational therapist... or (gasp) a school teacher.  But ultimately, you wanted the glamorous life of being a housewife with a houseful of kids.
At this point your mind hasn't been warped by Sixteen Candles and the thought that Jake Ryan might be pining for you.  (And why wouldn't he, huh?)  Your knight in shining armor will arrive in a more subtle way.  He will sneak up on you by way of friendship first.  And you'll be glad.  Already you are running away from boys instead of to them.  Relax and know you will eventually find one who makes you want to stay.
Sometimes you will need to remind yourself of how blessed you really are.   This is the life you wanted.   This is the life God has blessed you with.  
Sometimes you will wonder why you wanted to be a professional maid.  Your job will become tedious and you will be tired of cleaning up after every single living thing in your house.  It is unfortunate that rodents and birds do not swoop in and clean your house while you sing your good morning songs.  Cinderella and Snow White tricked you. 
You think your family would happily devour every meal you cook for them.  And why wouldn't they?  You will have amazing recipes and foods that you crave - but you will never make these since you are the only one who will eat them. You will become a short order chef and wonder why you bothered learning to cook. You will never be able to compete with the high quality McDonald's has to offer.
You can't wait to join your kids' school PTA and be the President. With one glance, you will quickly change your mind and volunteer in their teachers' classrooms instead.  In fact, you will find many other things to be passionate about to volunteer your time with.  And you will volunteer with gusto!
The list goes on and on as you live the dream. Your mom forgot to tell you that working for free can sometimes leave you feeling a bit drained and under-appreciated.

What Happened to Snow White?

You will have moments when you wonder why in the world you ever wanted to be a housewife.
When you feel this way, just look at the faces around you and it won't take you long to smile.   It may not be exactly the way you picture it, but this is your very own real life fairy tale. Your dreams really will come true.
Love, Middle-Aged Priss


Mrs. Priss -

who thinks it's time the kids learn to clean their own toilets.

One Step Away From an Episode of Hoarders...Or so she says!

A month or so ago the housewives were texting back and forth. I don't know what started the conversation, all I know is I sent a picture of one of my many disorganized cabinets. It was this cabinet to be exact. 

Little did I know sending this picture would cause one of the housewives to panic and lose sleep. Yes, it stresses me out. Yes, I'm a little embarrassed when someone is over and I HAVE to open that particular cabinet to get a plastic cup or medicine or a spice. But, I didn't dream it would cause Priss such worry. Now that I know this, I will be texting her pictures of all my cabinets and closets.
Last Monday Priss called me to see what I was doing on Thursday and I informed her I had a friend from Texas coming over for the day. She then told me she was coming over Friday and we were going to go eat breakfast and then she was going to help me organize my cabinet. Who actually calls and wants to come help you organize?!? You see, Priss is an OCD, Type A lady. She's good at this organization stuff. 
Bless her heart. 
We ate a wonderful breakfast at Mom's Diner at German Corner and then we headed to my house where I preceded to open my cabinet. She said and I quote, "Holy S$*t!" If she had her inhaler on her I'm sure she would have started puffing. I think seeing it in person caused a minor panic attack. It didn't stop her. She started pulling stuff out of the cabinet. She kept pulling stuff out of the cabinet. All of my counters and bar were covered when she was done. My job was to go through all the medicine and get rid of the expired ones and then organize them. 

Priss then started asking if I had a shelf somewhere that we could make an "over-flow" shelf. I laughed. She looked in my so-called pantry.... every shelf looked like an overflow shelf. Then she wanted to look at the cabinets in my utility room. I laughed again. This is when she may or may not have had another minor panic attack. If I didn't laugh, I might cry. I seriously NEED more storage in my house. There's just not enough room for everything. You know what that means? It means I'm having to get rid of stuff. Honestly, it's okay by me. I've been wanting to really purge here for a long time. 

We honestly had fun cleaning my cabinets (right, Mrs. Priss?!). It may not look like it by the above picture, but I assure you, we had MANY laughs at my expense. I'm not too proud. :-) 
Now for the after pictures. Be prepared to be wowed. Every time I open a cabinet door, I am wowed! Not only did she organize this cabinet, she also organized the one over the stove, the one under the stove AND the pantry! I now have an overflow shelf! *Squeal* 

Notice my spices all organized in a caddy. Our medicine is divided by the people in our family and pain type pills and the cold/allergy pills that aren't used often are now in a different location. 

And, now for the pantry pictures.

I seriously say, on almost a daily occasion, how much I despise this pantry. It was so packed full that I never knew what I had. As a matter-of-fact, we got many laughs over how much salt and sugar I had. We had to throw away FIVE bags of trash, most of it expired food. SO SAD. 

I love, LOVE this girl. She's not only fun to vacation in Vegas with, but she is fun cleaning cabinets with as well. Thank you, Priss, from the bottom of my messy cabinets.

Priss and Me 

Here are couple of cards she managed to send me within an HOUR of leaving my house. 

Oh, by the way Priss, here's you a new picture.... a cabinet in my utility room. Just want to be sure and keep you motivated. *LAUGHING* 

~Mrs. AlbrightWorking hard to keep things organized, like.... 

P.S.  I feel the need to let everyone know that my cabinets and closet do not reflect my whole house. It's actually clean. Whew! There. I feel better.