The sun sure was a treat today. I am sure you'll agree that you don't quite realize how gloomy it's been until the sun and warmth return. It was so pleasant in fact, that I opened a window. Our house is old and leaky, but it still helps to air the place out with gusto every once in a while.
The morning started off rather unkempt - weepy children, a stuck-tight dresser drawer, late everybody. But I was going to have none of that. The dresser is still a mystery, but I helped the sobbing child get to school with the promise of an early pick up then assisting how I could to get everybody's heiney out the door.
Weepy Child, YoungestCho was exhausted from a Saturday overnight at a friends' house. Complete with Dr. Pepper for dinner AND breakfast and a super-late bedtime. We had known to cover the fact that his friend goes hunting so there are guns at the house, now we'll cover the caffeine another time.
He fell asleep while picking up his room yesterday, and had the nap of the DangNabbed as we call it. Too long, too late. When your eyes are rolling back in your head as you struggle to pull yourself into conscienceness. When it's all to easy to convince yourself that closing your eyes is precisely the right thing to do. My remedy is a quick, cold glass of OJ and bearing witness to the quiet glugs and nose breathing the accompanies the rabid and delicious drinking going on in the comfort of my lap. Blood sugar rising, blood pumping. Eyes open.
This morning he had to be woken up for school. An anomaly for sure. He was so tired, he couldn't muster his usual energy for confrontation. Although he continued his usual mule-like reluctance to eat, get dressed and brush his teeth, he actually did them all, an improvement over some mornings where he gets everyone in a tizzy. I'd say 3 days a week, he's got everyone's number. As much as we don't want to hand him our ticket. His ability to suck us all in is a major focus for our adult chats about parenting. We are still learning/yearning to be consistent.
I got him early from school today and that proved to be a good decision. His class has recess at the end of the day and I figured I'd free him from having to run and negotiate random friendship drama. "you're late!" he piped. "hmm" me, out loud, "am not" grumbled in my head, not engaging, not engaging. He is green. Cheeks, both palms, shirt, backpack straps. From oil pastels. Pretty cute. At home, he immediately changed into comfy pants and wanted a snuggle. His ability to suck us all in is pretty noteworthy. . .
Monday
Sunday
Uh O(uc)H
OK, I've been outed.
As an arm wrestler.
I hate for too many people to see the video over at StarrHillGirl 'cause they may catch on to my winning tactics. And my unsavory competitive side.
It did help that I had not imbibed. I *think* I could still win over someone closer to my age and completely sober.
If they are being as kind as Lefty Red.
Thanks, LR, you are a good sport.
As an arm wrestler.
I hate for too many people to see the video over at StarrHillGirl 'cause they may catch on to my winning tactics. And my unsavory competitive side.
It did help that I had not imbibed. I *think* I could still win over someone closer to my age and completely sober.
If they are being as kind as Lefty Red.
Thanks, LR, you are a good sport.
Tuesday
Mash Up
The second installation in project Move Mopey Post to Unseen Page
Pardon the terrible photo editing, but feel free to dance. (get it? it's a mash up! And got a star rating/impromptu dance partay from Y.C.B)
This is how Youngest Cho-Boy and I spent the latter part of the morning on a day off of school.
I give all credit to him though, as really, he did everything. You'll see the plate of bacon and eggs he assembled, start to finish, raw to cooked, himself. It's hard to believe there's bacon just sitting there, but hey, there is sugar in OJ. And to be sure, they both did disappear after a few delicious glasses.
He even concocted a Clementine/oj mixture. He prefers pure OJ in case you are keeping tabs.
Pardon the terrible photo editing, but feel free to dance. (get it? it's a mash up! And got a star rating/impromptu dance partay from Y.C.B)
This is how Youngest Cho-Boy and I spent the latter part of the morning on a day off of school.
I give all credit to him though, as really, he did everything. You'll see the plate of bacon and eggs he assembled, start to finish, raw to cooked, himself. It's hard to believe there's bacon just sitting there, but hey, there is sugar in OJ. And to be sure, they both did disappear after a few delicious glasses.
He even concocted a Clementine/oj mixture. He prefers pure OJ in case you are keeping tabs.
Monday
Monday, revisited.
Meanwhile, in an attempt to move that last entry down the page, Cho-girl is going to post in rapid succession. . . let's read the first entry.
Not surprisingly, Aunt Flo visited soon after my last post, and well, the World took a turn for the better! This Monday, I am productive and happy - and fairly guilt-free. Why can't I remember good 'ol Flo? She has been sneaky - over the past year, my usual signs of her arrival have dissipated. I shouldn't complain, I know. But I used to count on a slight ache in my knee moments before her arrival, and well, I didn't get that until a few days into it. Not to mention that random screeching and lashing out at people. looking. at. me. Weird. But hey, I knew where my Diva cup was, and well, there you go. I won't post a link for you. I am sure that there isn't anyone who wants to hear about my cycle, or it's apparati. But you can always ask if you're curious.
SOOOOO
ANYway.
It snowed! I think most of my readers are also living in my town, but hey. Maybe it's news to someone?
After going to work for a pleasantly and ridiculously short amount of time, I came home, slowly, through the snow.
And. made. coffee.
I got a new latte mug from Etsy. I thought of it as spreading the good karma around so folks will buy some of my things! Is it karma if you force it? I wanted a ceramic mug that would fit in my car cupholder too. Since I drive an automatic, it wasn't necessary to have a lid. Is that askin' for trouble?
But I couldn't decide, so I got two. And only one fits in the car. But, I love 'em both, and I am going to post my current matched set of handled latte mugs (with coasters! if I can find them!) on Freecycle, so I will come out with less mugs in the end. I win!
But you know, the ceramic gets hot as hell, so now I need a coozy to keepy my fingers from harm. I don't subscribe to the tenet that if it's too hot to hold, it's too hot to drink.
Here is my winter morning latte with a giant foamy nipple/crescent/whatever.
Not surprisingly, Aunt Flo visited soon after my last post, and well, the World took a turn for the better! This Monday, I am productive and happy - and fairly guilt-free. Why can't I remember good 'ol Flo? She has been sneaky - over the past year, my usual signs of her arrival have dissipated. I shouldn't complain, I know. But I used to count on a slight ache in my knee moments before her arrival, and well, I didn't get that until a few days into it. Not to mention that random screeching and lashing out at people. looking. at. me. Weird. But hey, I knew where my Diva cup was, and well, there you go. I won't post a link for you. I am sure that there isn't anyone who wants to hear about my cycle, or it's apparati. But you can always ask if you're curious.
SOOOOO
ANYway.
It snowed! I think most of my readers are also living in my town, but hey. Maybe it's news to someone?After going to work for a pleasantly and ridiculously short amount of time, I came home, slowly, through the snow.
And. made. coffee.
I got a new latte mug from Etsy. I thought of it as spreading the good karma around so folks will buy some of my things! Is it karma if you force it? I wanted a ceramic mug that would fit in my car cupholder too. Since I drive an automatic, it wasn't necessary to have a lid. Is that askin' for trouble?
But I couldn't decide, so I got two. And only one fits in the car. But, I love 'em both, and I am going to post my current matched set of handled latte mugs (with coasters! if I can find them!) on Freecycle, so I will come out with less mugs in the end. I win!
But you know, the ceramic gets hot as hell, so now I need a coozy to keepy my fingers from harm. I don't subscribe to the tenet that if it's too hot to hold, it's too hot to drink.
Here is my winter morning latte with a giant foamy nipple/crescent/whatever.
Monday
Well well well.
I am familiar with guilt. I have felt it many a time. The neighbor. Over this blog and it's lack of updates. etc etc.
Something else I started and did not finish or maintain.
Alas and alack! I am a girl of ideas! And I am optomistic, which gets me into trouble.
Not that not-blogging is trouble. At least it shouldn't be. I occasionally run through my day where I have these little typing sessions in my head, translating my day into prose. Only to forget it once I reach the keyboard. My life hasn't been very noteworthy. Or at least only interesting to me or the Ones Involved.
Do you want to hear about my vacation? I use that term loosely. Do you want to hear about my time out of town with my family? Surely not. It was a series of events like yours I am sure; driving, socializing, transportation-ing, movie-viewing, eating, sleeping, trying to establish Family Memories. They just became Extended Family Memories. And only a few Unsavory ones, and the fact that every day involved folks out of cho-family's immediate relations not all that surprising, actually. I shouldn't be so naive. And there was chocolate. And cider. Stongbow Cider. Two cans of it, which did the trick very nicely, thank you. And a hotel mattress that finally made us realize how crappy Chez Cho-mattress is enough to do something about it. Well, we made Real Plans to Do Something About It.
I do believe I succeeded over the holiday to tap into all of the Seven Deadly Sins. That must be an accomplishment in some books, eh? And to boot, some if not all of the Seven Virtues. 'Cause Cho-girl's a Libra.
But at the moment, I think the scales are tipping in Sins favor. I can scratch off Chastity. Forever. Accomplished that in the weeks before I got married, just for fun. And in it's absence, if I recall, Lust had it's way with The Smoking One and me. That's another story all together, and maybe under another pseudonym.
And yesterday I blew up at my neighbor over her dog. Although I didn't really raise my voice, I am certain my face and tone gave way to my simmering interior. Not that I wasn't really upset about her dog, there's a History there and it's not all that pretty, but I was upset mainly at Youngest Cho-boy and took it out on her. And while he received some words and direction from me (and I now have a clean bathroom), I have spent the hours since that encounter reliving it and I am not happy with myself. Here comes that guilt again. I will figure out a way to make up for it. In a way that doesn't give her slack for the dog stuff, but at least apologizes for my tantrum. It's on the list.
Gack! How's your Monday?
I am familiar with guilt. I have felt it many a time. The neighbor. Over this blog and it's lack of updates. etc etc.
Something else I started and did not finish or maintain.
Alas and alack! I am a girl of ideas! And I am optomistic, which gets me into trouble.
Not that not-blogging is trouble. At least it shouldn't be. I occasionally run through my day where I have these little typing sessions in my head, translating my day into prose. Only to forget it once I reach the keyboard. My life hasn't been very noteworthy. Or at least only interesting to me or the Ones Involved.
Do you want to hear about my vacation? I use that term loosely. Do you want to hear about my time out of town with my family? Surely not. It was a series of events like yours I am sure; driving, socializing, transportation-ing, movie-viewing, eating, sleeping, trying to establish Family Memories. They just became Extended Family Memories. And only a few Unsavory ones, and the fact that every day involved folks out of cho-family's immediate relations not all that surprising, actually. I shouldn't be so naive. And there was chocolate. And cider. Stongbow Cider. Two cans of it, which did the trick very nicely, thank you. And a hotel mattress that finally made us realize how crappy Chez Cho-mattress is enough to do something about it. Well, we made Real Plans to Do Something About It.
I do believe I succeeded over the holiday to tap into all of the Seven Deadly Sins. That must be an accomplishment in some books, eh? And to boot, some if not all of the Seven Virtues. 'Cause Cho-girl's a Libra.
| Lust | Chastity |
| Gluttony | Temperance |
| Greed | Charity |
| Sloth | Diligence |
| Wrath | Forgiveness |
| Envy | Kindness |
| Pride | Humility |
And yesterday I blew up at my neighbor over her dog. Although I didn't really raise my voice, I am certain my face and tone gave way to my simmering interior. Not that I wasn't really upset about her dog, there's a History there and it's not all that pretty, but I was upset mainly at Youngest Cho-boy and took it out on her. And while he received some words and direction from me (and I now have a clean bathroom), I have spent the hours since that encounter reliving it and I am not happy with myself. Here comes that guilt again. I will figure out a way to make up for it. In a way that doesn't give her slack for the dog stuff, but at least apologizes for my tantrum. It's on the list.
Gack! How's your Monday?
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