The day is winding down and my mind is drifting…
It had been a week since I turned on my laptop for real before I last night. I didn’t intentionally keep it off, but at the end of each day I just looked at it and thought, not now. And it felt great. More than great. Wonderful.
Dear Body, I will actually exercise you again. Today felt good.
Growing pains are hard. And no matter how old you are they don’t ease up.
So Beau is really into Scooby Doo, specifically the Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed movie. In one scene Daphne’s witty comeback to some heckling kids is “shut up.” I never thought twice about it, but now Beau is constantly saying shut up. Here’s the funny thing – he says it when we’re driving and everyone is quiet. So where does that leave me? Attempting to teach him that saying “shut up” isn’t nice while trying not to laugh at his misuse of the term.
I love this time of year. The air is crisp and the afternoon shadows are long. It makes me want to deep clean, curl under the covers with a good book, and watch football…all on the same afternoon.
Here’s what I’m working on: trying to not let stupid things that I can’t control paralyze me with anxiety. I mean really, just because I have some things on my mind doesn’t mean I can totally ignore everything else in my life and eat nachos for dinner everyday because the thought of making a normal meal is just too much.
Note to self: Life is all about change… “Life is a process of becoming. A combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.” -Anais Nin
Do you ever taste something that transports you? Tonight I ate a leftover jalapeno sausage and I was instantly transported to my teenage years when we’d spend long weekends at my grandparent’s lake home. I was back on their patio, smelling the charcoal barbecue, watching the sun go down, eating hot links. I haven’t thought of those lazy summer evenings in years.
Another note to self: Try to let the control freak in you let go when your boys are making chocolate chip cookie bars. When you do it will be such a nicer experience for everyone. Promise.
My team finally beat Texas.
It’s one of those off nights. It’s after 9 PM and Shane is still working, Beau and I are in bed watching Scooby Doo and blogging, and I’m trying to ignore the pair of scissors on my bathroom counter. My hair needs cut (and styled?!) but I’m determined to hold off, at least until I can get to a professional.
Speaking of the late hour, as a plumber’s wife do me a favor, don’t try to fix your own plumbing or put in new faucets or any such thing like that if you really don’t know what you’re doing. Please. Thank you.
Check me out here tomorrow. Please. Thanks.