I actually don't have much to say except my husband is so deaf that he has to listen to the tv at intolerable levels. American Idol is boring. My piano needs to be tuned but it's still too soon. My teeth cleaning has to be coming up and I haven't done near enough flossing and will have to come up with yet another clever excuse to postpone it. The girls still go to soccer practices and games that run our lives and certainly my daily schedule. My thighs are still sore from boot camp (that's a good thing)...and I still have more than one chin...for now. The christmas light people FINALLY came and took down the little buggers, taking us OFF the white trash list in the neighborhood. I just drove by one house that still had them TURNED ON this evening. I'm about to send them an anonymous "friendly" reminder that Santa is in deep hibernation and, at this point, is annoyed by the glaring Christmas lights that remain on their gutters. Besides they don't match. I've read a couple books which makes me proud -- like I've accomplished something huge. We went on vacation. AND...I've worked out HARDER than I ever have in my life 5 days a week (well for 2 weeks). Whatever...it's gotta be a record somewhere, right? My daughter scored a mind-boggling goal this weekend. It was like a cannon coming off her foot -- just to impress the manager of the entire soccer club she plays for who just happened to be guest coaching. Well, it worked. That was her good luck. Mine is that she is my daughter.
But as for me, it's still just the simple life of routine tasks, and yet a good one, albeit a little mundane to write about. Today I stayed in my pj's with Hayden until 2 pm til it was time to get Lindsay. I kept him home for the sniffles (or complete selfishness for some time alone with my son), which kept me home. Needless to say, I needed it more than I realized. For someone who lives in her car, I relished the laziness of the day and enjoyed the musicality of my son's voice periodically tickling my ears throughout the morning. I love that I have such a happy, joyful child. In essence, most days, I'm thoroughly satisfied with my life, my children, and my husband.
So maybe mundane isn't the right word.
I know.
Lucky.
4 comments:
See? You DID have something to write about. That was a great post! And I agree, AI is boring. I couldn't watch it again last night. And my teeth cleaning is coming up too, well, actually, it came and went...I canceled it like three months ago and haven't rescheduled. I would if I could get out of MY pjs!
What a great blog essay! I love the ending. We all can relate to it. Very descriptive and fun.
Boysenberry mama
grapefruit and her eternal optimism is rubbing off on you! :) i also hate AI and have stopped watching it 2 seasons ago. i can't wait until the rest of the country catches up wit us!
Amen. You are lucky. In my terms, blessed :). Love you!
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