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Welcome to the Luni Bin


Welcome to the Luni Bin

I love our last name. It is ironically appropriate. I believe in crazy and I appreciate it. A little bit of crazy is always a good thing. Crazy keeps it on our toes, makes us more creative, and helps us stay young. With two ten year olds and an eight year old running around this place it gets to feeling super crazy sometimes, especially if you consider that we are all together here in the house a lot. My husband is often at the restaurant in the evenings, so during the day we are all on deck. The kiddos are working through their school lessons, and doing their chores. My husband retreats to the pool deck to work on his computer outside, while I work inside at mine. It makes for a lot of traffic and a good measure of chaos.

We have about ten flashlights floating around the house, but the batteries in all but one or two are always dead and we never know which one that is…and for some reason we never replace them. It is nearly impossible to find a pair of scissors or a roll of tape in our house, though I know that they are here because I keep buying them. The pens and pencils are never in the containers that I have specifically for pens and pencils, but if you search the floor for a minute or so you can always find one. I have to pull out the couch at least once a month, but usually more often than that, so that the children can pick up all of the random items, plus garbage, plus discarded food under it.

My kids are really good kids. I think that it is just something about the age they are at. I think that they are like little goldfish who have no attention span whatsoever. They do not mean to do these things to our house, or to their father and I; it just seems to happen. They are always sorry when they see me tearing my hair out over it all, the behavior, however, continues. A couple of weeks ago my eight-year-old dumped dish soap in my pool while I was at the store and my husband was inside the house. I discovered it when I went out to do laps later in the day. She had no idea what the result of her behavior would be. She thought that it was fun to make bubbles. I about lost it, and believe me, that kid spent a long, long, time in her room. She is seriously lucky that the pool did not turn green.

I think that it is a result of all of our big personalities bumping into each other. So it’s a little hectic, so my son is in the Lego zone and out of communication, so my daughter is out doing mad scientist experiments in the pool. I think that we are all in a good place; it’s a place of creativity and possibility. We forget the little things sometimes, but the big things are much more important anyways. I keep trying to be good humored about it, even when I am asking my son for the fifth time in the same day, why he can’t lift the toilet seat instead of peeing all over it. We are all a little mad here…but we are definitely all good.


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