Upon hearing that hubby and I are going on a date night tonight, Monster One says to Monster Two “Mommy and Daddy are going on smoochy errands!”
I have been trying to be a little more “mindful” of my thinking- in an effort to actively inject some more positive into my brain, which has tended to sink to new lows every time I turn around. Anyway, I read todays post from zen habits | Simple Productivity, and figured I should make my list of ten simple pleasures as they come to mind. (As of 7:30 am)
1. The smell of my sleepy daughters head
2. Clean sheets
3. Holding hands with my husband in the movie theater
4. Watching the pleasure with which my seven year old reads
5. Giving my five year old a container of raspberries
6. White burgundy (drunk at my parents kitchen table, in summer)
7. The middle of a really good book, when you realize that you still have half of it to go
8. The color of my bedroom walls (sort of golden chamois cloth)
9. An uncluttered room
10. My daughter (the late talker’s): “Mommeeee, Dadeeeeee”*
*To be noted, the last one can also send you running for the loony bin when it is repeated over and over and over and over to the exclusion of all the other words she would like to say.
Back to reading my feeds.
Had dinner last night with a friend who is home from her summer house for 24 hours and we ate here.
Possibly my favorite comfort food of all time: the tortellini with pink sauce.
What a treat to see her, and the penumbra atmosphere was the absolute antidote to the 90 degree and 90% humidity heat.
I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus from the whole blog thing. Life comes at you so fast sometimes, and the things that are priorities but are not necessities disappear into the “just didn’t quite get there” place. Lots of things are there for me at the moment. However, I had a babysitter fall into my lap for the summer and I am hopeful that I will be able to restore order to my world. One TINY step at a time. So, don’t look for big posts here, merely attempts at getting in the habit again.
Upon hearing that my hubby and I are going on a date tonight(can’t wait) , Monster One says to Monster Two: “Mommy and Daddy are going on smoochy errands!”
This morning, after we told him we were going on a date (whoooo weee!) number one boy says to number two boy: “Mommy and Daddy are going on smoochy errands tonight.”
My husband has been on a business trip since Monday, and I have concluded (yet again) that single moms aught to be considered for sainthood at the earliest possible moment. Or at least receive a medal for valor if all her children remain alive at the end of the day.
Anyhoo… so the cute UPS man brought 2 packages last night, just in time to avert the dinner time melt-down on my part (not to mention the 3 little ones). In one came a birthday present for my eldest who is about to turn 7. A belt– one that he is willing to wear, and is cool and “stuff”. Here’s the link to it’s piratey goodness: via A. Tierney.
Now, onto the real goods: my husband has determined that I needed a wee little pick me up and what arrived but a necklace from here: and a very sweet pair of earrings to match. Love him; love indie jewelry. I am feeling like a romanced woman again and not just a mommy-bot.
Thanks honey! I can’t wait to see you.
Well, in the way that only life can, things have gotten rawther out in front of me over the past 6 weeks or so.
Without trying to create a pity party, I have had to deal with falling on the ice and tearing my meniscus and stomach flu times 5 and my hubby being out of town on 2 separate occasions for business, my regular babysitter dropping off the face of the earth, and… and… and… the list could go on forever.
However, I am trying to get back on the horse, so to speak, and just start posting again. It is hard when you get away from a routine and then need to get back to it, and the longer you wait the bigger deal it is to get back to whatever it was. (Deep, aren’t I?)
So here it is…posted.
Exciting news around here, I’ll tell you. She also ate a tomato and some french fries and a grilled cheese crust (no grilled cheese, mind you), and, drum-roll please…drank her milk out of a cup….with a straw! Oh, the myriad joys of parenting small children. You’d think it might get old after the first two, but not so much. That’s all.
Parenting is a roller coaster and I would like to state for the record that just at the moment I am feeling rawther sick of the ride.
Someone forgot to give me the manual for my eldest Monkey, and I really really
have to have it like yesterday or else I am going to fall apart completely need it just about now. He is such a bundle of contradictions- smart and sweet and loving, angry and frustrated and challenging all mixed up and different in the blink of the eye.
Enough with the metaphors, some days just suck. I’ll be honest, just one day with no nasty surprises would be so lovely. I hope tomorrow brings that breeze my way.
In the meantime, I am off to ponder why children use the word very so very much in their beginning writing. And pat my darling daughter’s sweet smelling hair as she sleeps on my chest.