Little Accomplishments

I LOATHE doing laundry. I despise doing it so much. I would rather do almost anything else chore wise than fold and hang clothes. I would rather bake a bunch of cookies and then clean the entire kitchen afterwards than do laundry any day. Plus then I have cookies.

I will be the first to admit that I’m not the best at keeping up with this particular chore. Most of the time my son’s clean clothes can be found in 1 of 3 places. In his room in/on his dresser or on the floor, in the dryer or in the basket of clean clothes waiting to be folded and put up. Hardly ever does he have clean clothes in his drawers. A lot of the time the clothes on the floor in his room are clothes that I’ve folded and asked him to put away in his dresser that he didn’t so they end up back in the hamper and washed again before worn. That’s a whole other blog post though.

When it’s time to for the kid to get dressed, which is basically only when we leave the house since it’s summer and he prefers to “relax in his undies” (his words), we have to hunt for his clothes. There are usually at least 3 loads of laundry that need to be folded and the clothes I folded for him last week that he was supposed to put away are in piles around his room. I say we but let’s be honest here, it’s mostly mama looking because he gets frustrated and can’t find clothes anywhere.

We had to run errands this morning so after my coffee I asked him to get dressed, get his teeth brushed and put shoes on. I have to be specific with him since it helps him focus and not get distracted so I don’t end up annoyed from having to repeat myself. I realized as I was washing my coffee cup that I hadn’t found him clothes to wear yet and when I went to look, he was pulling his own shorts out of the dryer by himself! He finished getting dressed and brushed his teeth and put his shoes on without me having to find him clothes or yell at him even once!

It’s a little accomplishment but an accomplishment nonetheless. Like when he could hold his bottle by himself. Or wipe his own butt. He’s growing up and becoming more independent and I’m so happy for that and proud of him. But also I should try to get better about folding clothes.


About Me

Hi, how are ya? Lovely weather we’re having. I’m Cori. I’m in my later 30’s, married to a man that’s way too good for me and mom to a precocious (almost) 8 year old boy with ADHD. I love cartoons and spooky shit and Alice in Wonderland. I cuss a lot. I’m an anxious helicopter mom in public and a laid back hippy mom when home. I love karaoke, tattoos, punk rock and 80’s and 90’s country music. I have PCOS, Depression and truly terribly tacky taste in decor. Presently I’m a stay at home mom and artist and student and feel like an impostor anytime I tell people I’m an artist. I am also divorced and share my son with my ex.

10 years ago while married to my ex, I started a little blog called Gloopy Doodles. It did pretty well. I had a little following and was in a group of other funny women bloggers. Then the bottom fell out of my marriage and my whole world collapsed and I deleted the blog because I at the time I thought it was the only way I could move on.

Why do this again now?

  • Because I need to write. Even if it’s a dumb blog about my little life that no one reads. I need to express myself
  • Because I’m at a point where funny and relatable things happen and I want to share them. I’m finding joy again and I don’t want to lose that.
  • Because maybe someone with similar experiences will stumble across my blog and not feel so alone it what they’re going through.

So that’s it. I’m excited to start this journey again and Feel free to follow me on Instagram if you don’t already. My art is @ fatroosterart and my public persona is @ irocnwad. I also have a Facebook page for my art, just click the link on my blog or search Fat Rooster Art. I’m also on twitter @ irocnwad.