The weekend has served to highlight that--as usual--my life is composed of blacks and whites, with nary a grey to be found. Why have happy mediums when you can just swing from joy to fury and back again, I say. It just keeps things interesting. I love: Beautiful summer days. I hate: 95 freaking degrees?! I think I'm dying. Well, okay, maybe not, but I'm certainly not cooking. Or mowing. Or moving at all, really. I love: Thinking to set up and fill the kiddie pool on Friday night, so we can use it all weekend. I hate: Being eaten by bugs in the dark. The water still being freezing cold...
It's been a busy weekend. Busy busy busy. That's right. So very busy! Now, I don't mind busy when I feel like I'm getting things done. You work, you're rewarded. That works well all around, yes? But being busy rushing here and there and feeling like I still have as much to do as when I started... well.... That sucks. So! Ever one to seek the bright side (shut up), I've decided this weekend's progress will be measured in lessons learned, because it sure as heck can't be declared a success based upon the state of my house or my to-do list. And really, that's so pedestrian, anyway. A clean...
Today, it was supposed to rain, but the sun was actually out this morning. And even though I'd been dragging around sick for a couple of days, I could not waste the opportunity to mow the lawn. The lawn was in need. The lawn was also kind enough to spit up a couple of ticks onto my children earlier this week, so it was my opinion that the grass needed to be just a wee bit shorter. Like maybe, just a couple of millimeters long. I headed into the garage to unearth my mower for its seasonal debut. It took me a while to get it out onto the driveway, on account of the last time I cleaned out the...
I came home today to new shoes waiting on the porch. There is no greater demonstration of God's love than that first whiff of leather as you rip open the package and the invoice (declaring that your total didn't even crest the $10 mark!) falls out. People, I may actually clearance shop in my sleep. I didn't even remember ordering. But they came and they're adorable and they fit and it's not even real money when they're that cheap, so can I please get an AMEN? Amen! Thank you. Now you should totally call me up and invite me out--doesn't have to be anything fancy, just a chance to get out, you...
I've decided I'm never going home. Well--to be fair--I've also decided that I am the firm yet benevolent dictator of several small, tropical island nations, and that Michael Jackson will stand up in court on the day of his sentencing and unzip his face and remove that hideous mask, revealing himself to be a glowing, forked-tongue alien underneath. So my decisions are admirable and all, but not necessarily, you know, true. Details. Anyway, I am vastly enjoying my escape from reality. Though I cannot decide if the things that make me happy indicate that I am easily pleased (shut up) or that I...
That's right. It's almost 1:00, and I'm still in my jammies. So are the kids. (In their jammies. Not mine. That would be a wee bit too much "family togetherness," don't you think?) It's raining out and we're not going anywhere, so instead we're eating pizza in our jammies and watching endless episodes of "Teen Titans." My fictitious children (read: my planned-for children, before I actually had children, and, you know, got smacked upside the head by Real Life) never watched more than an hour of television per day, and they never watched anything with any type of violence. My real children...
1) I did not puke. 2) It was sunny. 3) A crisis item which has been chapping my hide for several weeks came to an indisputable end. Favorably, even. 4) I did not puke. 5) Another crisis item that cropped up was completely solved. By me. ME ME ME. (Note to anyone work-related who may be reading: I totally deserve a raise.) 6) It's almost Friday. 7) I did not puke. 8) I am figuring out that it's possible to get really angry with someone and they will still love me. 9) I am figuring out that if they still love me, chances are excellent that I won't be able to stay (so) angry. AND... 10) I did...
There are things about adulthood and parenthood that you just can't know--absolutely cannot conceive of--before you experience them. Someone could try to tell you, beforehand, and it wouldn't matter. You wouldn't hear it, or you'd just laugh yourself silly, or you'd ask the person telling you what they've been smoking and could you please maybe have some. I thought I understood this stuff and there weren't many surprises left in store for me. I have experienced cupping my hands to catch vomit (save the carpet!). I have watched my toddler tumble down the stairs in slow motion because there...
I feel quite certain that I shall be full to the brim from Easter dinner for several days. It can't be possible to consume that quantity of food (Christ is risen; let's eat!) and be hungry again in the same week. But when there's a table spread with good eats from end to end, the rule is that you just keep eating until you can no longer reach for more food for fear of buttons popping off your clothing and putting out the eye(s) of your neighbor. And when Jesus did that whole "should you remove the beam from your own eye before tending to the speck in your brother's" story, I don't really...
