Weekly Ramblings

I’m thinking that my mind is all over the place.

Everything seems so complicated and so simple at the same time.  Revision – people are so complicated, things are so simple.  Sorta. Kinda. Maybe.

I’ve been on a Waylon Jennings kick.  I’ve even surprised myself with this one.

So much is unimaginable until it happens.

This morning I came across a link to an Etsy shop selling friendship bracelets.  The kind my friends and I were making 30 years ago.  I didn’t know people still wore them.  {I also can’t help but think of the lost business opportunity for a bunch of 5th grade girls.}

I’ve been staring at paint chips on the wall the past 2 weeks.  I’m approaching the point where any mustard color will do.  And I’m sad that Aloe Blossom was quickly eliminated from the list. {And it was eliminated with a death glare to the paint chip.}

Would we be nicer people if we remembered that we’re all someone’s baby?  I don’t know.  It popped into my head as I was cooking dinner and I’ve been ruminating on it.

I’m not sure what I was doing when I took this photo, but it’s kinda cool.

Some days I really wish I could go to bed at 7 and be confident that Beau could make himself a real dinner and put himself to bed at 8:30.  That was last night.

Me to Beau: “Life is disgusting sometimes.”  {He was taking issue with having to spread “disgusting” cream cheese on a bagel he was about to eat.  Kids…}  That was also last night.

Everyday I get closer and closer to ordering this. I don’t know how much longer I can keep sweeping the floors twice a day.

I feel like I’ve been having to explain why we can’t look at the sun during the solar eclipse over and over.  Just don’t look into the sun.  It seems so obvious.

I finally took down our Easter/spring wreath (more spring than Easter) to put up our fall wreath.  Just doing my part to usher in fall-like weather in the desert.  So far, it’s not working.

Friday couldn’t have come any sooner this week.

This week parenthood is your son hounding you that he needs a new phone case because the color of his doesn’t match his personality.  I don’t know how I’ve gone this long not realizing Beau isn’t a blue.

I heard this recently on a podcast… “Adulthood is learning to live with regret.”  At first I didn’t think much of it.  But I kept coming back to it.  Maybe that’s it.  Living with regret being a fact of life.

I’ve finally resolved to being the parent of an only child.  It has taken 10 years and my sweet little great-niece to realize this.  I love her, but she has made me realize I don’t want to do babyhood and toddlerhood again.  Babysitting yes, parenting no.

Lord knows we don’t need a 4th dog, but I kinda want one and I want to name her Pearl.

Last week it was socks behind the couch.  This week it’s half-eaten crackers and a spoon on the bookshelf.  I’m pretty sure they’ve been there the better part of the week.

Childhood moves at the speed of light.

It’s only the third week of school and I’m already over book reports.

I turn 39 two months from today.  No big deal. {Better than the alternative, right?}  But you know what is a big deal, what makes me feel so entrenched in the blehness of being middle-aged?  Having to wear a mouth guard at night.

Last weekend I spontaneously painted our kitchen and dining area Opera Glasses. {And then I repainted it because silly me absentmindedly got semi-gloss instead of eggshell.}  You don’t know how happy those dark blue walls make me.  So, so happy.

Tomorrow evening Beau is going to a birthday party which means date night for us. It’s about time.

Happy weekend!

It’s amusing to listen to Arizonans talk about mosquitos during monsoon season.  Obviously, they have never been to the midwest in the summer.

Parenthood is your kid telling you to turn off Pandora so he can watch Sing! (but with only half an eye) while he (loudly) tunes his violin.  If only they told new parents this during the hospital discharge class.

Parenthood is also finding lone dirty socks all over the house.  Most recently behind the couch cushions.

I love school uniforms.

I’m missing Petaluma tonight.

Dogs should come with a shedding rating.  Lucy would be off the charts with this side-note “Her black coat is glossy as a mirror but she sheds so much it’s amazing she has fur on her body.”  Monkey would barely be on the chart with his “simply glorious golden beach waves.”  {Seriously he really does have glorious beach waves.}

The Terrible Twos have nothing on Ten.  Nothing.

A new pack of razors makes me as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.  Not sure what that says about the amount of fun I have going on in my life.

(My) Truth:  “Outer order brings inner calm.”  Also, less dog hair to sweep up would bring utter tranquility.

I painted our kitchen island “Opera Glasses” teal tonight.  I naively expect paint to have some life transforming quality to it.  Perhaps one day I’ll remember life and paint don’t work this way.

This week has been long and exhausting and I don’t know why.  Here’s to a relaxing 48 hours ahead before we do it all over again.