I am freaking out! I have too much to do, not enough time to do it in, my son is driving me nuts and my sinuses are draining again so I feel like I have mono.
The freakin school board meeting lasted until 11 p.m.!!! And then I had to go to the store for diapers and bread and milk. Realized on the way that I forgot to eat dinner and didn't take my meds yet today.
This has not been a good week. Except for the part when it was a good week.
Deb, I really am going to call you. Friday night, I swear!!!
Actually I probably have several if you really want to get right down to it.
But in this post I was going to focus more specifially upon my addiction to yarn. I just can't seem to stop buying the stuff! And what's more, I don't even really want to stop buying it.
Today was Monday, and Mondays are hard for me -- on a psychological level. Tim's hard day is Sunday, because he's so busy anticipating Monday. I have an amazing ability to completely forget, from Friday afternoon onwards, that Monday is ever going to come again. While I'm in it, the weekend seems like it could last forEVER! So Monday tends to hit me with a great big 16 ton crash.
I used to pack the kids up and go to the science museum in Columbus on Mondays, but they've changed their days and now aren't even open until Wednesday, so that option is shot, and now Mondays are problematic all over again.
Most Monday mornings find me scrambling for someplace to be besides my house, and today was no different. The threat of rain and thunderstorms didn't help at all, since it ruled out a trip to the zoo or some other outdoor adventure.
But there's a new (actually there are two...) new knitting store in Columbus and today seemed like a perfect day to go explore. We got off to a slow start (I think I've already explained it was Monday?) but by lunchtime were well on our way, having stopped to twist Grammy's arm and drag her along.
Lunch was annoying (it's not like I planned to drive all the way to north Columbus just to eat at the friggin Bob Evans...) and Matthew was not being especially cooperative during that endeavor, but oh the riches of the yarn store!!! Worth every minute of frustration along the 45 minute drive to get there? Absolutely.
I wish I could describe the jewels of color and texture -- all the endless possibilities of hours spent designing, planning, working with the stuff in my hands, wearing the creations -- I felt like a kid in a candy store!!!
I did well, I only bought stuff for two more pairs of socks, but I am planning a sweater, so watch out, it could get really messy really fast when these socks are done.
Oh, and did I mention I'm going to another yarn store tomorrow with Di? Hee hee. This time it's my mama's fault: she needs yarn for her socks, so I just have to go get it for her, right? (the store up north did not carry that brand. I did actually look for it, so I'm off the hook I think.)
I'll let you know what I end up with after that trip.
Be well!
I am not good at birthdays.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not bothered by the idea of getting older. That's really not my major malfunction in this area. And I wish there was a better way to spin this problem I have, but there just isn't any way to tell it that sounds nice. So here it is, right up front:
I suck at receiving graciously. I am always disappointed.
Now, please understand. It's not about wanting more than I get. It's not about not liking what I get. It's not about feeling misunderstood or whatever. Okay, it is a little bit about all of those things, but mostly it's about the anticipation always being more exciting than the end results -- no matter what the end result might be. As long as the packages are still shiny and tied up with beautiful ribbons, the delightful mystery remains. It's like the first moments of Christmas morning -- the excitement is still palpable, still tingling with endless possibility.
I drive my sister crazy on Christmas morning because I want it to last for days. I don't want to do anything with my pile of presents except fondle them, still unopened, and dream about what might be inside. And while it might seem like I'm disappointed when everything is open, it's not really that I'm not happy with what remains when the wrapping is thrown away. It's so much more complicated and so impossible to explain.
So here I am, on the cusp, full of anticipation once again. I can't wait to open that first box -- it looks like it might have new Birkenstocks inside!
Have a happy day on me -- I'm planning enough to share!
Mara's first tooth came out today -- and I wasn't even there to see it! GRRR!
I've been trying to get her to let me pull it for days now, but instead of pressuring her or tricking her into letting me, I was respectful of her decision not to yank it out. So they went to the playground this afternoon and then went to Gypsy Joe's for ice-cream. And she's eating along merrily, when right in the middle of her "Spiderman" flavored scoop, she realized her tooth was not in her mouth anymore and was, instead, stuck in her ice-cream. I'm just glad she didn't swallow it. We would have heard about THAT for days! We decided (jointly) to hang on to the tooth for a couple of days and then surrender it to the tooth fairy. I wonder what the current exchange rate is... anyone know?
I can't believe my baby is big enough to be losing teeth already!!
I was able to work in the yard for a lot of the afternoon. Went to the grocery and then to Lowes and came home to build the top for the sandbox. That took longer than I had expected, due largely to the fact that the sandbox is not quite square... oops. So the top ended up being a little odd -- and there were some design flaws that I had to change in the middle of everything. But it's done now and tomorrow we should be able to remove the sod, tamp down the dirt really well and put the sand in. I am REALLY ready for the kids to play in the new sandbox instead of digging up dirt patches all over the yard. I hope it's as awesome as it looks from the outside. I'll put a picture up soon so you can see it.
Much more yard work needing to be done around here, not to mention laundry and floor mopping. It just feels so damned endless!!!
I hope your weekend was swell. Let me know, will you please?
My day was really quite lovely. Mara made me a beautiful card. I called my mama and had a nice chat. Tim and the kids brought up breakfast in bed (which I requested to move to the dining room because I didn't so much want biscuit crumbs all over the sheets and it's more friendly when everyone is eating instead of them all just watching me eat...). I went back to bed until lunchtime. Took a shower, helped get Matthew down for a nap, and spent the rest of the day working in the yard on stuff I've been wanting to do for months -- like clearing out the ugly bushes by my air conditioner unit and re-planting stuff in that big bed, and getting all the sticks up off the driveway and stuff like that. Tim made a picnic for the kids for dinner, Bill brought his kids over to play for a while, everybody went home (or just inside) and ready for bed and I took a shower and went out with Kym for a late dinner. It was delightful. I don't think I could have asked for a nicer day!