Later vader
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 05.25.2008
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A Few Odds and Ends
The Thing.. Has Started
This morning I woke up at 9:17, exactly seventeen minutes after I had specifically asked to be woke up. I won’t say that I was mad about it, but I will admit to still being pissed off. Take that how you will. Today, you see, was a very important day - at least - to me!
Living out of the city, I always have trouble timing things out so that I will be where I need to be - on time. Being on time to me is very, very important. I have waited an extra two hours in a doctors waiting room just to ensure I was on time for my appointment.
In any case, I know some of you are curious, and others don’t really give a damn, but this is what I did today.
(and yes, I am a total bitch by putting it beyond the fold. Lets all deal with it, mmk?)
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 05.24.2008
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Go ask your dad
We are pretty strict about bedtime at our house, mainly because once bedtime comes, I am DONE. Done with whining, done with fighting, done with fetching glasses of water and picking up cookie crumbs. Done.Done.Done.
Every so often though, we ignore bedtime, more in the summer months than the winter. Tonight was one of those nights. BFF Kissy had a night off work, the first in weeks, so we all loaded up and headed to the city to meet her for coffee.
Often, Logan,3, amuses himself by telling us about everything he can see, from a bit of dirt on his shoes, to a horse out the window. As we rounded the last curve to our house, Logan pointed and exclaimed: “A Sunset Mommy! A Sunset!!” then he got quiet. Just before we parked in our driveway, Logan spoke up again, this time with a question; How did the sunset get here?
As per usual, when I do not know the answer I tell him to ask his dad. But, If you had been sitting in the car with us, what would You have told Logan? How does a person explain sunsets and the earths rotation to a three year old?
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 05.23.2008
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Fear of Change
On Saturday The Thing I have been waiting for 74 days will happen. Some of you know what I am talking about and will remain quiet on the subject. Some of you have no idea what the hell is going on, and that’s OK too. About The Thing, though, I wanted to share a quirk of mine with you all.
Every two weeks, on a Saturday, we do our grocery shopping. While shopping, we drive past the place where The Thing will happen. This particular Saturday, I realized that due to the summer construction buzz that hits our city every time the snow melts, the road that I would normally take to drive home will be closed. Just the knowledge that I would have to use a road different than the one I have used for the last ten years filled me with so much dread, so much panic, that I considered for a full three days canceling The Thing.
Even though I knew canceling would cost me a few hundred dollars and mean I would be waiting at least three months to try again, I wanted to cancel. Hubs drove me home, twice, a different way both times, to show me how easy I would be able to detour the construction and still I wanted to cancel.
The only reason The Thing is still happening is Hubs reassured me that he and the boys will drive me into the city and go to a movie while I do my thing. Then, HE will drive the detour home.
How pathetically pathetic is that!? I have always known that change and me do not get along, that anything new scares me. I have always written lists and had a plan B, C AND D, in case plan A springs a leak. But, until last Saturday when the panic hit me, at the thought of taking a different route home, did I wonder if maybe there might be something wrong with my aversion to change. Maybe something obsessive or phobia-ish.
And then I thought, Self, you take the internet’s advice on everything else*, lets ask them. And so I am. Is this normal?
*It took me a bit to work up the courage (see above post) but I (finally) made an appointment to get a pedicure. 30 May. Expect panic. And pretty toes.
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 05.22.2008
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Waiting is hard
Can’t blog now, I’m much too busy waiting for these to cool:
Peanut Butter Fingers, I got the recipe here. And her pictures are MUCh better.
∗ Posted by bluepaintred on 05.21.2008
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