I do have some good news, even though I have been very busy. Seriously. April is about the worst month to try to contact me....ever. Every year it is this way. For one thing, it is the Oldest's birthday. The other thing is that it is the anniversary of the Prof. and I. Since I started homeschooling, I have purposefully had us take "vacation" in the month of April to avoid more chaos. Seriously, we do have chaos going on around here.
My house, which was clean last week, is now grimy and dirty. Laundry had to be folded at ten o'clock last night because I was busy buying the Oldest birthday presents earlier. And I have no clue what to get him. I mean, I got him some stuff, but I am going to give him some money to cut the stress. He is getting old.
I did get a new Martin guitar to replace my cracked one. I had a pick-up put into it and had it all adjusted to my taste, so it is completely stellar. I am pleased as punch, as my friend Jade would say. I just keep looking for an imaginary crack, I have been so....what's the word...traumatized.
I have discovered that I never go to the same hair stylist. Yesterday I went to get a trim and wanted to try the new place down the road. I think I view hair stylists like I view a new item on a menu, so I need to quit that. I don't know how to stop it either, I do it without even thinking.
I have such an enormous amount of things to do on my plate today and tomorrow that my white board is completely full and I can not fit another thing on it. I find it sad that I have to put a sign in my house stating all the things I have to get done because I am so forgetful. I find that I make room for spontaneity because I typically find that if I do not seize the moment when the notion strikes me (like getting a trim) I will forget for a few months. And I WILL.
Green Cathedral
Madness in a high-ceilinged building.
Followers
People in my Holy Place
The Professor----Formerly known as Dear Sir, my husband, the man of the house
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
The Oldest----Known in younger years as Mickey Mouse, and now he is embracing adulthood by being over 18.
Eraser Eater----Well-known for his old habit of eating erasers and whining about ridiculous things. Now he eats Tabasco sauce and says little in his 15 years.
The Girl---The one who is still more mature than I am at 13.
8 comments:
Yay! You got your guitar! That is SOO good.
I'm like you in the hair stylist arena. I haven't found one that I like (that hasn't moved on me between cuts).
So, did your hair turn out cute? Of course, it did.
I wondered where you were kidnapped to. (bad grammar, whatever..)
At least you write it down. I forget to write stuff I need to do down, or maybe I'm just too rebellious to do it. Anyway, it's not working out for me so well.
I couldn't live without my white board. Have to write it down or it just won't happen. Once it is written down then I have a wee bit more room in my crowded brain.
And BTW I need a trim real bad.
Wow...a white board. I have degenerated to a pile of papers in the kitchen, and another one by the calendar/computer.
I guess I'm lucky.
The only thing I really have to do today is take a nap.
Happy Boobah to your oldest.
Wake up Uncle Joe! I am hungry! Please fix me some dinner.
The white board sounds like a great idea! Maybe you ought to schedule some spontaneity on there somewhere, huh? Like "Tuesday, 1:23pm: Do something unscheduled."
Congrats re the new guitar! I'm quite happy for you, my friend.
As a fellow homeschooling mom, I can totally relate. It seems like my home is constant chaos with clean laundry piled high and waiting to be folded, dirty dishes that never end and that junk on the floor... How does that accumulate? Uuughhhh! I hope that since May is right around the corner, you will get a break! :)
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