As March draws to a close, I have been thinking back on the month and realizing that a lot of it has been about healing and repair. Not cleaning and repair as is typical. (Yeah, I need to do that, too.)
March is Honey's birthday month, and also his mom's birthday month. Their birthdays are actually 2 days apart. This has made celebrating his birthday the last two years a bit difficult. March also signifies the start of spring. Coincidentally, Honey's mom was born on the first day of spring. Which begs the question: Is that why she has always loved flowers? It's a chicken/egg thing I guess. The start of spring makes me miss her. Even though like most mother in-laws she had her moments, she was still a generous, out-going, effervescent person who had an amazing gift of bringing people together. Perhaps that's why the Friends of Elizabeth Park dedicated a plaque in her honor last May that coincidentally was put in place quietly a few weeks ago. (Did I mention that I believe fully that in life there are no coincidences and that everything happens for a reason?) Honey has some pictures on his blog if you're interested in taking a look.
Thank you Donna for bringing your beautiful boy into the world and sharing your youthful exuberance and love of the outdoors with him so he could share it with me. We love you and miss you.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Sunny Day...
Sweeping the clouds away...
The sun is out! This makes me very happy because the East Coast has been dealing with an angry mother nature for a few days now. Thankfully my little bubble of the world was spared major damage, but some other bubbles were not so lucky. But rain is yucky, I hate it. I'm much happier on a sunny day. Even though it means allergy season is fast approaching, I'm looking forward to the start of spring and more sunny days.
The sun is out! This makes me very happy because the East Coast has been dealing with an angry mother nature for a few days now. Thankfully my little bubble of the world was spared major damage, but some other bubbles were not so lucky. But rain is yucky, I hate it. I'm much happier on a sunny day. Even though it means allergy season is fast approaching, I'm looking forward to the start of spring and more sunny days.
Monday, March 15, 2010
A Day in the Life of a Working Mom.
This morning I read a blog entry about a Day in the Life of a SAHM (sorry I don't remember who it was). I thought, hmm...I could to that. Only I'm not a stay at home mom. But I think the life of a working mom is just as interesting, if not more.
5effing:00: Honey's alarm goes off because he intends to work out.
5effing:05: Having gotten up to pee, Honey returns to bed, deciding to save the workout for another day.
5:45: Honey gets up and showers.
6:05: Freshly showered and soapy smelling Honey wakes me up with a kiss. (If it weren't for coffee-see below-this would be the best part of my morning)
6:08: Grumpily roll arse out of bed and head to shower.
6:11: Shower begins to run out of hot water, begin to rinse conditioner out of hair faster.
6:13: Hot water turns to cool water, abandon hair rinse, leave shower more grumpily than when entered.
6:15: Haphazardly dress in work appropriate clothes, some of which may or may not have been picked out of a pile on top of the dresser.
6:30: Down stairs to turn on coffee and stare blankly at the maker until the hot caffeine is ready to be poured. Savor sweet coffee love. (Ahh...grump subsides)
7:00: Lovey begins rattling the cage to signify her waking. She then begins to cry "MAMA!!!"
7:15: Wrestle Lovey into her clothes and brush her hair, while she screams "No! No!" and runs away while bribing her with Cheerios and Handy Mandy. On the way out the door Lovey chants until I give her a granola bar, which she happily chows in the backseat of the car.
7:45: Drop off at daycare. Lovey quickly runs off to play with her friends and gives me a casual, nonchalant wave as I leave.
8-3:40: Attempt to make myself useful at work. Check email, blogs, plan summer vacation, talk to friends, see some kids, write a report, teach gym class.
3:40: Attend staff meeting, the highlight of which is my principal reading us a picture book about test taking.
5:15: Home to dinner with Honey, Lovey, and Father in-law. Play with Lovey.
7:00: Put Loveyto bed, spend 5 minutes talking to Honey after Father in-law leaves, spend the next two hours plopped in front of the computer "doing work".
9:30ish: To bed, where Honey falls into a deep sleep, snoring included, in 30 seconds. I eventually fall into dreamland just in time to start it all over again at 5effing o'clock.
5effing:00: Honey's alarm goes off because he intends to work out.
5effing:05: Having gotten up to pee, Honey returns to bed, deciding to save the workout for another day.
5:45: Honey gets up and showers.
6:05: Freshly showered and soapy smelling Honey wakes me up with a kiss. (If it weren't for coffee-see below-this would be the best part of my morning)
6:08: Grumpily roll arse out of bed and head to shower.
6:11: Shower begins to run out of hot water, begin to rinse conditioner out of hair faster.
6:13: Hot water turns to cool water, abandon hair rinse, leave shower more grumpily than when entered.
6:15: Haphazardly dress in work appropriate clothes, some of which may or may not have been picked out of a pile on top of the dresser.
6:30: Down stairs to turn on coffee and stare blankly at the maker until the hot caffeine is ready to be poured. Savor sweet coffee love. (Ahh...grump subsides)
7:00: Lovey begins rattling the cage to signify her waking. She then begins to cry "MAMA!!!"
7:15: Wrestle Lovey into her clothes and brush her hair, while she screams "No! No!" and runs away while bribing her with Cheerios and Handy Mandy. On the way out the door Lovey chants until I give her a granola bar, which she happily chows in the backseat of the car.
7:45: Drop off at daycare. Lovey quickly runs off to play with her friends and gives me a casual, nonchalant wave as I leave.
8-3:40: Attempt to make myself useful at work. Check email, blogs, plan summer vacation, talk to friends, see some kids, write a report, teach gym class.
3:40: Attend staff meeting, the highlight of which is my principal reading us a picture book about test taking.
5:15: Home to dinner with Honey, Lovey, and Father in-law. Play with Lovey.
7:00: Put Loveyto bed, spend 5 minutes talking to Honey after Father in-law leaves, spend the next two hours plopped in front of the computer "doing work".
9:30ish: To bed, where Honey falls into a deep sleep, snoring included, in 30 seconds. I eventually fall into dreamland just in time to start it all over again at 5effing o'clock.
Monday, March 8, 2010
If life were a fairy tale.
If my life were a fairy tale and not real things would be much different.
-I would have put an offer on the house I saw yesterday and I wouldn't have to worry about things like paint, and drywall, and mortgage rates, and real estate comissions. Actually, if life were a fairy tale, I wouldn't have to pay for it at all, I'd just move in.
-I would be able to stay at home with my beautiful baby and not sit at this stupid desk typing out this blog when I should be working.
-I wouldn't have to worry about what my job will look like next year, or what school I'll be working in, or how much money I'll be making. In fantasyland, money grows on trees.
-I would be the weight I wanted without having to do things like diet or exercise.
-Honey would look like Taye Diggs, but still have Honey's personality.
-I was about to insert something about my parents being reliable and free of flaws and demons, but parents are always screwed up in fairy tales, so that part has to stay the same.
Alas, I don't live in fantasyland, or even on fantasy island (The plane! The plane!). Instead I live in my normal everyday life. Which if I sit back and think about it, is pretty good. I have a wonderful family (parents included) who have flaws like everyone else, but who love me everyday and support my every move. I have a job (even if some days I hate it) and a house that I can afford (because of the job I hate). I am well aware of the fact that there are people around me that have far less and need far more. I think instead of living in a fairy tale, I should live in my life, go leave fairy tales to Tim Burton or Walt Disney.
-I would have put an offer on the house I saw yesterday and I wouldn't have to worry about things like paint, and drywall, and mortgage rates, and real estate comissions. Actually, if life were a fairy tale, I wouldn't have to pay for it at all, I'd just move in.
-I would be able to stay at home with my beautiful baby and not sit at this stupid desk typing out this blog when I should be working.
-I wouldn't have to worry about what my job will look like next year, or what school I'll be working in, or how much money I'll be making. In fantasyland, money grows on trees.
-I would be the weight I wanted without having to do things like diet or exercise.
-Honey would look like Taye Diggs, but still have Honey's personality.
-I was about to insert something about my parents being reliable and free of flaws and demons, but parents are always screwed up in fairy tales, so that part has to stay the same.
Alas, I don't live in fantasyland, or even on fantasy island (The plane! The plane!). Instead I live in my normal everyday life. Which if I sit back and think about it, is pretty good. I have a wonderful family (parents included) who have flaws like everyone else, but who love me everyday and support my every move. I have a job (even if some days I hate it) and a house that I can afford (because of the job I hate). I am well aware of the fact that there are people around me that have far less and need far more. I think instead of living in a fairy tale, I should live in my life, go leave fairy tales to Tim Burton or Walt Disney.
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