Picture this – comfortable chair, latest magazine, perfect heating or air conditioning as needed, subtle mood music. Just what we all want out of a vacation, right? Wrong, that’s just my dentist’s office.
There is always some abandoned object lying around the house: an emptied box, half-full glasses of water or lunch containers, mail brought in and never sorted. I get tired of being the pick-up queen, so often I’ll ignore said objects hoping the originating owner will take care of it.
Being a stay-at-home mom who works from home, I get rather used to having a reduced schedule. Not to say I don’t do anything during the day, but I get used to working at home, managing the household and just being in one place. So when I have a busy week like I do this week, a sense of panic grows in me and time gets out of proportion in my head.
I remember the days when my husband and I could communicate things we didn’t want the kids to know right away by spelling out the word. When my oldest was in 1st grade and had just gotten to the point of reading by herself, I would still spelling things out.
I had jury duty a couple weeks ago. They say on the summons that you are selected by random, but I don’t buy it.
My mom often saves articles she finds in various print media for me and my family. So it wasn’t surprising the other day when she handed me a large envelope full of articles and a magazine for my husband.
My youngest daughter turned 15 years old yesterday. She had a sleepover, which is another way of saying she and her friends stayed up all night.
I labored during Labor Day weekend. Not extremely hard, but I decided to take care of a task I’d been meaning to get to for awhile. I
I had a friend and her daughter visit from Florida this summer after not seeing them for a couple years. My daughters get along very well with her daughter who is 11. We were all glad to see each other and reestablish our relationship.
I have been intensely watching the Olympics for the last couple weeks. But I have to admit, I had to cut back my viewing time the beginning of the last week. I hadn’t been sleeping well because I was going to sleep too late after watching TV, my muscles were atrophying from sitting too much, and the suspense of wanting our teams to win was keeping me on a constant, nervous edge. Heck, I’ve avoided driving with my daughter while she is learning to drive because I can’t stand the suspense of the outcome; that is an Olympic event for which her father is much more suited.
I let my oldest daughter create a Facebook account the other day. I’ve been against my daughters having Facebook accounts because there is always a level of privacy you’re giving up with it and I wanted to keep them sheltered as long as possible.
I went grocery shopping last week at Costco. They had an instant rebate on chocolate chip cookies with an unlimited number you could buy. My family loves Costco chocolate chip cookies and as I stood in front of the cookies and contemplated how many I should pick up, the mother in me won out; I only got one package.
It was Tuesday afternoon. I had the RV all packed with food and clothes. I had the house somewhat clean so the house sitter would be comfortable.
My oldest daughter is in Japan as I write this. She just completed her first week there and is probably asleep right now because it’s 3:00am tomorrow in Japan. I have gotten an email every day from her and she’s having a good time.
This weekend my family and I went to one of the many rod runs we attend every year. A rod run is an event involving modified vintage cars called street rods. Some last a weekend or more, some only a day. This one was in Port Angeles sponsored by the street rod club Old Timers Northwest.
I suppose it was going to backfire at some point; that is, my desire to get my teen daughters out of the house to be productive members of society this summer
My husband and I cleaned out our tool shed last weekend. I call it a tool shed on a very loose level. It’s a little wooden shed that was here when we moved in 20 years ago and we have stored tools in it, but it also collects other random items we don’t know what to do with.
I was watching the Anderson Cooper talk show the other day on NBC and they were talking about weird phobias. One woman was terrified of cats. I don’t remember if she had a basis for her fear, but she thought every domestic cat was just waiting to stage an attack.
One day last week I was working in my mom’s garden. I was on a roll and didn’t want to quit until I was done. So I called my husband and asked him if he’d pick up the kids from their bus stops and figure something out for dinner.
Last week my neighbor and I were doing the neighborly thing and chatting over the fence about the upcoming hot weather. Then she said, “Remember when the kids would be outside playing in little swimming pool all day?” Aahh, simpler times; the days when the kids were small, had less of an opinion and finding them a pool of water made me a good parent.
