This day, it ATTACKED me. Yes. Sometimes days are just calm and orderly and boring; and truth be told, I like them that way. Days where I have to GO and DO and BE and people come to my DOOR and MAKE ME TALK TO THEM, well, this is very challenging to my natural inclination to sit in a dark room and periodically shriek, "The LIGHT! IT BURNS!!" I especially do not appreciate one of these busy days when my head has been stuffed full of ravioli. Monkey was kind enough to share his cold, and after just a couple days of enjoying my new, more aerodynamic head, I am now weighty with pastasinusitis....
Do you know what today is? WELL DO YOU??? Today is... ummm... hell, I don't know what today is. What I DO know is that in Retail Land today is THE FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF YOUR HALLOWEEN! Or something like that. It's that delightful time of year when you cannot walk into your favorite consumer establishment without being assaulted by row upon row of sacks of delicious lard confections! And they are VALUE PRICED; just a couple of dollars for lots and lots of tiny treats which you can eat by the handful, because each one--on its own--is far too small to have any calories. I am powerless...
Things are getting busy. Busy is good; there are lots of reasons to love busy. For one thing, someone as precariously balanced as myself can really benefit from having absolutely no time available to actually THINK. The thinking and me, we don't get along so well. It often leads to bickering. I'll be okay, well, FINE, I'll be ONLY SORT-OF MENTAL, and then I'll start thinking, and the thinking, it leads to absolute conviction that things are EVEN WORSE than I first supposed! So in that sense, I'm thrilled to be busy. Instead of my usual feeling that life is hard and then you die, I am instead...
Know what we're not gonna talk about today? We are not gonna talk about the state of my leg. Nope. We're not gonna address how my doctor's assurances that I probably wouldn't have another allergic reaction were, um, optimistic. There is no need to discuss the damage a single yellow jacket sting has wraught on my hapless (and apparently wimpy) body. Thank goodness we don't need to talk about THAT! Phew! You know what I find to be an excellent distraction, at times like this? Putting things in my mouth! Too bad I don't have a boyfriend! (To... ummm... make dinner for, of course.) I made a...
Hooboy, it's been a busy day. Yep. I'm just now sitting down with nothing that needs my immediate attention. Ahhhhh. I had one of those clarifying moments, this morning, way earlier than anything at all should be making sense. It wasn't even 7:00 yet; the children were circling the kitchen in search of breakfast and I was trying to focus both eyes on the empty lunchboxes which needed filling. Finally I stared into the refrigerator, hoping for inspiration, when a scuffle broke out behind me. "She HIT me!" cried Monkey. "She SHOVED me really really hard and I hit the WALL!" Said wall was...
I've decided that the hallmark of good parenting is the ability to convince your progeny of just about anything, plausible or no. You need to wear the right clothing so that you don't get sick! There are no monsters in your closet! Some harmless incorporeal freak wants to sneak into your room and give you money in return for your discarded enamel! Etc. It's a handy skill to have, this deadpan presentation of anything they "should" believe. Luckily for me, my kids are still pretty gullible. Well, Monkey moreso than Chickadee (he is younger, after all), but on the whole, I'm sure my parents...
We're at T-minus TWO DAYS until Chickadee goes back to school (Monkey doesn't start til next week) and already I can see that life is going to be very different this year. In ways that I really hadn't anticipated. For starters, Chickadee is going to a new school this year. New school, new layout, new rules, new (ooooh! ahhhhh!) swipe cards to use in the cafeteria! She can make her own selections at lunchtime and have whatever she picks automatically deducted from her pre-funded ID-linked account! Why does our school district think this is a good idea? In her school last year, I had to submit...
So. Tired. I have this entire ground-breaking theory worked out about how much longer each day becomes relative to the number of times you come upon a small puddle on the floor and have to stop and test it to see if it's drool or slopped water or dog pee and how it's an exponential progression... but, um, the dogs ate it. Ha. The dogs. THE DOGS. Oh, the excitement. Oh, the paper towels. Today was interesting, because Chickadee went off to work with her Daddy (today was national Hurry Up And Bring Your Daughter To Work With You Because You Randomly Mentioned It Once Earlier This Summer And...
Dear Friends, Today Joshilyn blew my cover, and pointed out that this trip is to be our own personal BlogHer event. That's an interesting way of putting it, I think. This is JUST like BogHer, really, except fewer strange hats and a lot more people saying, "Hey, how are y'all doin' today?" I was sort of getting into the swing of the southern dialect--not speaking it, myself, but finally resisting the urge to say "HUH?" every time someone spoke to me--when we stopped for coffee this morning and the young man who greeted us at the counter sounded JUST LIKE ME. "YOU are NOT from GEORGIA!" I...
