I woke up this morning feeling miraculously free of mucus, and with only the slightest muzzy-headed Nyquil hangover. Ah, finally, now I can start my week. Only, the week is almost finished! I can't say I'm disappointed by this, because I'm not. But I am surprised. I don't really remember much of anything since a playdate at a friend's house. But that was last Tuesday!
Let's see, since then St. Nick was horribly ill, and by Thursday I was ill, and by Friday Little Fish and Dr. D were ill, and on Sunday Mud Pie came down with it. Tuesday of this week we all (yes all five of us) tromped into the doctor's office and yesterday it was so bitter cold and icy that Dr. D decided to work from home for yet another day. Well, yes, that would explain the week-long gap in my memory, I suppose.
But January is a blur as well. What on earth happened to the first month of the new year? Besides losing a week to illness, we listed our house for sale, scheduled a showing of one we'd hoped to see only to have the showing canceled because that place had sold (drat!), I read a long door-stop of a novel for a book review at my other blog, finished two weeks of Tapestry of Grace and some other schoolwork, fretted about dentists, got Mud Pie fitted for orthopedic shoe inserts (her feet pronate), and did the day-to-day things like eating, bathing, cleaning (sometimes). Not all that different than other months. So, where'd January go?
A mystery. Let's see if we can keep from losing the rest of the year into the vortex, shall we?
We have a gorgeous, absolutely beautiful custom made farm table in our dining area. Beautiful at first glance. Sit down at it however, and try to eat and you’ll discover a few not so lovable details. Like glasses will tip over if placed in just the wrong spot. Your clothing will catch on splinters in the chairs or the edge of the table. Some of the plugs look suspiciously like wood filler. And if you look closely, the gaps between boards just might be packed with yesterday’s (last week’s?) noodles, rice, etc.
Hubby and I recently got serious about taking back our health, and the first question we faced was: “How do we work in exercise?” The conversation went something like this:
Me: We could put the treadmill back in the bathroom?
Him: Um. No.
Me: There’s that gym up by McDonald’s (why is this our reference point? I don’t know.)
Him: But when?
Me: You could go before taking N to school in the morning!
Him: Would you really get up that early?
Me: Are you kidding? We’re talking about you here, not me.
I used to hate read-alouds. My neck would get tense, my throat would feel stiff and sore and my voice would hurt. (And if you say a voice cannot hurt, I assure you, it can.) Here's my story of how diagnosing and treating Hashimoto's changed my life in an unexpected way.
Every year my parish holds a garage sale to raise funds for the VBS and Preschool programs. It has fast become one of my favorite events and helping at every stage, in my mind anyway, absolves me from taking part in the actual VBS. Anyhow, a sale of this size is a huge undertaking. Like crazy huge involving weeks and many, many, many hours from lots of people. But it's so worth it, and apart from the usual reasons about helping others and serving the community, here's why…
A couple days ago I had to Google, “What do middle aged women wear to indie rock concerts?” I came up with lots of pics of denim and leather and high-heeled boots. Not much different than what I expected young women to wear, except fewer backless shirts.
When I picked up my also-middle-aged friend (ok, not really, we're still young! Middle age means, like 79, right?) she was wearing the requisite jeans, tank top, jacket. I'd opted for...
That whoever-with-too-much-time-needs-a-day-job troll who swiped my original blogspot sub domain has added more content. And, as before, the content is mine, taken from the ever useful internet archive.
The beginning is always the same. Middle of the night, a child cries, I listen and hope. Perhaps sleep will return. A fool's hope, I know.
Mud Pie's Flat Stanley returned not long ago, so while the kiddos were asleep with flu and fevers, I took the photos Stan collected and made a little video.
Below is a picture from tonight's Epiphany party celebrating the visit of the Magi. We had King's Cake followed by white elephant gifts galore. In honor of the Three Wise Guys...
A while back I was complaining to someone about how much I hated making lunch for the kids every morning.