Casually mentioned to Zan last night that I would need to hit the laundromat again this weekend to get us through the week. (New washer and dryer will be delivered next Friday.) Big Girl chirps up, “Hey Mom…I’ll go with you and help if you want!” Ahhhh…some lessons do get absorbed. 🙂
Author: kanniduba
One of a Million
Life Themes
Do you ever feel like your entire life centers around a theme? You know, that “thing” your soul needs to learn next in it’s path to enlightenment? I’ve heard it said that God will continue to send you trials to challenge you to learn this lesson until you get it right. Well, the theme of my life has always been “patience” (or so I’ve thought—I had a very wise man ponder once that he thought I was not on the right track with that theory…and therefore that is why I continue to fail at this lesson. That until I figured out my true life “theme” I would continue to be frustrated. Maybe he was right.)
Anyway…I have worked hard on my path to enlightenment. I became a Special Education teacher, (and a darned good one if I do say so myself) which took a TON of patience. And I worked with severely disabled adults for years (and I had a wealth of patience for that job.) And I married Zan—let me tell ya’…patience galore. (He’s had to have a lot to stick with me too, so I guess we’re even.) I have been on long-term bedrest with each of my three children, and managed to remain peaceful throughout my sentences. I have three children, which is a very huge trial on my patience at times, but they remain very much loved, and unabused. I tell you all this so you understand why I am so exasperated when something like this:
threatens to shred my hold on sanity.
The phone cord caught this half full cup of yogurt this morning as I talked with Zan, and then came the F-Bomb heard round the world. The demon that resides quietly inside my typically rational breast, threatened to chew it’s way out like the vampire/half-breed spawn in Twilight and devour everything in it’s path. Why, oh WHY have I not progressed further along my “path to enlightenment?” In fact, I think I’ve taken one step forward and two steps backward (sometimes three) throughout my 39 years on the planet. The “little” things will surely lead to my eventual demise. I will be that crazy old lady that all the neighborhood kids are afraid of, living behind dark shabby curtains and a wall of overgrown shrubbery. And yet, I won’t be lonely, because I will still have my little demon sprite living with me, irritating me to irrationality at every opportunity. Knocking over yogurt containers, making sure there are no more paper towels in the house to clean up the mess with…
Yes, unless I learn my lesson soon, this is my sad fate. I’ve heard that straight-jackets are really quite comfortable though…? I’ll let you know.
Rejuvenation
My friend Anywho and I had a FABULOUS time! We ate lunch, we shopped, we enjoyed iced lattes on a sidewalk bench, we shopped some more. We spent a bunch of time wandering the bookstore…we browsed the wine shops. We enjoyed a yummy relaxing late dinner at Lillian’s Restaurant, picked up some cheesecake slices from Uncommon Grounds (THE best coffee shop on the planet by the way,) and then retired to the lovely Saratoga Arms to drink wine, read gossip magazines, chat, and half-watch Twilight. Ahhhhh….SUCH a relaxing day.
I’m a new woman!
Happy Mother’s Day to all my Mommy friends out there! Hope you had a wonderful weekend!
And the only decent photo of the event…was too busy having fun to lug my camera around. (Sorry!)
Thirty Hours and Counting
My friend Anywho and I are doing something we have never done before. We are going on a mini-adventure, without husbands or kids. 
We aren’t going far, and we won’t be gone long, but we will be away overnight, and we hardly know what to do with ourselves!! Leave it to us to be totally obsessed, first and foremost, about where we’re going to eat! Dreaming of uninterrupted meals, no preparation or dishes, no giving away our best food to our begging darlings. Then we’re dreaming of drinking wine at every stop since we will have no responsibilities…no driving, no possibilities of a crying child needing us in the night. I’m dreaming of shopping in the teeny boutiques without a stroller… and no little hands pulling delicates from the shelves or throwing Matchbox cars at the salespeople. No diaper bag!!!!! A credit card and license in the pocket is all I’ll need. Just IMAGINE!!! And then a night of uninterrupted sleep, and a morning that doesn’t need to begin with the shrieking of Mister at 5:30. *sigh* Bliss.
And then comes the reality…we’ll stuff our faces so completely at lunch that we’ll be too full to enjoy a fancy dinner. And we’ll feel so dizzy after one glass of wine that we’ll be afraid to enjoy another for fear that we’ll end up on a sidestreet passed out somewhere. And we’ll spend the entire day talking about our kids…and pointing out all the things they would be touching and whining about if they were with us. And I’ll worry about Mister, if he’s surviving the day without me. Will he be miserable??? And we won’t be able to sleep well because we are all alone, without the soft, comforting breathing of our families surrounding us. And we’ll get up in the morning, anxious to get back to the responsibilities we were so anxious to leave behind for a few hours. *sigh*
I can’t freakin’ wait!!!! 🙂
A Half Hour a Day 