With yesterday being a holiday, and all, Otto and I decided that it might be nice to have a few folks over for a barbecue. I'm still not feeling quite top-notch, so in our early discussions of this idea I clearly remember saying, "I don't know that I'm up for an actual PARTY. Let's just have a FEW people over, okay?" Otto agreed. We talked about who to invite and figured we'd have about 8 guests or so, if everyone came (and surely some people would already have plans, right?). Very good. We issued our invitations. Everyone accepted. Excellent! And then... well, it was bound to happen. "Oh,...
I guess I considered myself an involved parent when it came to our old school. I volunteered at school; I belonged to the PTA; I brought stuff in when the teachers needed things. Whatever. None of it required all that much effort on my part, is my point. And I am nothing if not lazy by nature. It's become apparently very quickly that the new school---having less money, fewer resources, and plenty of parents who don't help out in any way---needs a lot more in the way of parental participation. I am trying to do my part even though, honestly, sometimes it feels like Just One More Thing piled...
Oh, my. My my my. Thank you to everyone who rushed to stroke my hair and tell me I'm a GOOD AND KIND AND VERY USEFUL ENGINE. You are sweet and silly because of course I wasn't saying that I suck in every possible way, I was just venting on having done something I regretted, and then life goes on. Of course, those of you who took this opportunity to lecture me on what I should say or do remind me that yes, one DOES need to be careful about what they blog, because there is always someone out there who 1) assumes they know you inside and out from just a peek into your life and 2) therefore...
Someone commented on the last post that they've noticed that I've switched to posting in the morning now that I've gotten married. Actually, I was still posting at night until this week, when I realized that 6:00, she arrives EXTREMELY EARLY. That is always true, I supposed, but she arrives PARTICULARLY early if you've been up late working, blogging, or beating the pants off your husband in Scrabble. (I joke. We have never played strip Scrabble. But now that I think of it....) So I'm trying to get to bed earlier, and I'm trying out posting in the morning instead of at night. I haven't...
Good news! Today was not nearly so hot as yesterday. I mean, yes, OKAY, it was 101 today just like yesterday, and the heat index was around 108, but it was PARTLY CLOUDY. So. Ever so much better. Today would've been a good day to stay inside and do work, and I managed to do that, for most of the morning, but eventually I had to give in to my children's demands that we goooooo swiiiiiimiiiiiiing. And because I can only spend so long in the pool with them before I start wondering important things like "would it be child abuse to pick up this dead cricket and place it atop my child's head?" or...
After a solid month of family togetherness, just superwonderful, 24/7 all being together what felt like every minute of every day, it was with great sadness that I packed the kids off to spend a weekend with their dad, today. They were VERY excited to see him and he was VERY excited to see them and it was a beautiful reunion that greatly assuaged my urge to shove them all out the door for at least five minutes. I don't know how I will survive until Sunday night without the children, but I will try to soldier on. "Hey!" I told Otto after they walked out the door, "we can sleep naked all...
I arose this morning with a heavy heart, for it was time to go find myself a new bank. I've mentioned here before that I had a bit of trouble starting when I switched to a Big National Bank, and then yesterday was the straw that broke the camel's back in my prolonged banking saga. I was looking forward to getting AWAY from my current bank, but I wasn't particularly looking forward to all the paperwork and figuring out how to manage the switch and everything. So I dawdled as long as possible and then left to go visit the bank I'd chosen. Here's the thing: Big National Bank promised me the...
Hey, we're all moved in now. I know this because the boxes are piled up to the ceiling, I have vowed never to speak to anyone at the moving company ever again, the children have arrived and bounced off the walls and declared their closets secret clubhouses (hey, did you know that in Georgia most people do not have basements? and so there are many many closets, as a pitiful excuse for storage, instead?), and there is no paint or anything having to do with paint sitting around on my floor anymore. So, yeah, it's simply lovely, and if you don't mind getting lost in the Magical Box Labryinth or...
... because I can no longer lift my arms. Maybe next week. So. Um. We bought this house, and then we pretty much went over there and painted for the next forty eight hours straight. Otto managed to lure various friends of his over to assist, which was nice, but it was still a whoooooole lotta painting. AND we're not done yet! Because the copper wall takes TWO coats of base color and TWO coats of metallic overlay, which means we have one more metallic layer to go tomorrow, after which I suspect the living room will be six inches narrower than it was before we started, because HOLY HELL four...
