Still working on upstairs, mostly my room. I swear I am not a hoarder. Where did all this effluvia come from?
Boys' room is now disaster of their making. They are forces of chaos each that when combined, react much like a baking soda and vinegar volcano - instant production of mess exponentially increasing by the second. But less wet and frothy. I knew there was a good reason why I separated them five years ago. Besides the fighting.
Toots is loving her new room. It is now the least crammed with furniture room in the house. She can wunawound and wunwound and wunawound! She has also discovered the long hidden Marble Run Game. We must build interesting towers of Rube Goldberg proportions. She must drop a gazillion marbles through them. It's fun. But there is more to life, like my room reconfiguration being completed, making dinner, making Irish soda bread for St. Pat's and how about some pesto pizza to go with that? Of course, and laundry - my name is Sissyphus.
Mr. Cynic has a bit part in his high school's musical, Urinetown. Opening night was last night. He is in the back and cursed with two sets of short genes. He is invisible on stage. But I can hear his singing. He's good. Mom is proud of her invisible son.
Give me a minute. Captain Comic said something yesterday that fell into the interesting things Captain Comic says realm. I'm exhausted. I have been moving furniture, cleaning out furniture and closets for over a week. I'm not cut out for this. Okay, I've got it now:
Captain Comic looked at me in an examining fashion yesterday. I waited for what he was obviously considering may be an inappropriate thing to say, which is a step up from his prior lack of awareness regarding blurting out a perfectly innocent and factual observation that may hurt someone else's feelings.
Mom: What's on your mind?
Capt. Comic: Mom.....I think you should dye your hair again. You wouldn't look so old.
Mom: Well, how about I stay true to myself and how I was made, instead of changing myself to please others in a societal expectation of women not aging gracefully? Besides, it gets expensive to keep up the pretense.
Captain Comic: Uh-huh.
Mom: [Capt. Comic] honey, would you want to make yourself different from how you really are, just to please someone else?
Capt. Comic: Oh. No. I see. Okay, you don't have to dye your hair.
None of us is adjusting well to Daylight Savings.
I did manage to squeeze in some good and effective writing time on Wednesday amid this week's extraordinary mayhem.
Go out and get a good look at this extraordinary Super Moon this weekend. It's closer to the Earth than it has been in about twenty years. Last night, she was gorgeous.
Also, everywhere around me, the trees are blooming: pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, forsythia, you name it. I must say, though I miss New England burst of spring awakening a lot, these long extended and rolling blooming springs of southern Virginia are truly stupendous. When I can leave my house for more than quick errands and kid shuttling, I will get some photos, especially of the cherry trees along Canon Blvd.
Boys' room is now disaster of their making. They are forces of chaos each that when combined, react much like a baking soda and vinegar volcano - instant production of mess exponentially increasing by the second. But less wet and frothy. I knew there was a good reason why I separated them five years ago. Besides the fighting.
Toots is loving her new room. It is now the least crammed with furniture room in the house. She can wunawound and wunwound and wunawound! She has also discovered the long hidden Marble Run Game. We must build interesting towers of Rube Goldberg proportions. She must drop a gazillion marbles through them. It's fun. But there is more to life, like my room reconfiguration being completed, making dinner, making Irish soda bread for St. Pat's and how about some pesto pizza to go with that? Of course, and laundry - my name is Sissyphus.
Mr. Cynic has a bit part in his high school's musical, Urinetown. Opening night was last night. He is in the back and cursed with two sets of short genes. He is invisible on stage. But I can hear his singing. He's good. Mom is proud of her invisible son.
Give me a minute. Captain Comic said something yesterday that fell into the interesting things Captain Comic says realm. I'm exhausted. I have been moving furniture, cleaning out furniture and closets for over a week. I'm not cut out for this. Okay, I've got it now:
Captain Comic looked at me in an examining fashion yesterday. I waited for what he was obviously considering may be an inappropriate thing to say, which is a step up from his prior lack of awareness regarding blurting out a perfectly innocent and factual observation that may hurt someone else's feelings.
Mom: What's on your mind?
Capt. Comic: Mom.....I think you should dye your hair again. You wouldn't look so old.
Mom: Well, how about I stay true to myself and how I was made, instead of changing myself to please others in a societal expectation of women not aging gracefully? Besides, it gets expensive to keep up the pretense.
Captain Comic: Uh-huh.
Mom: [Capt. Comic] honey, would you want to make yourself different from how you really are, just to please someone else?
Capt. Comic: Oh. No. I see. Okay, you don't have to dye your hair.
None of us is adjusting well to Daylight Savings.
I did manage to squeeze in some good and effective writing time on Wednesday amid this week's extraordinary mayhem.
Go out and get a good look at this extraordinary Super Moon this weekend. It's closer to the Earth than it has been in about twenty years. Last night, she was gorgeous.
Also, everywhere around me, the trees are blooming: pear blossoms, cherry blossoms, forsythia, you name it. I must say, though I miss New England burst of spring awakening a lot, these long extended and rolling blooming springs of southern Virginia are truly stupendous. When I can leave my house for more than quick errands and kid shuttling, I will get some photos, especially of the cherry trees along Canon Blvd.
your descriptions of your family, your home and conversations make me feel as if I'm a visitor sharing tea with you! love this post!
ReplyDeleteyou are amazing - how do you get all the rearranging. cleaning and settling of closets, chest of drawers etc and do laundry. It seems laundry gets done & folded but not put away. urggh! my closets are a mess. How 'bout you come do my house next???
thanks, christine! i'm far from amazing, it's taking about three weeks for the room changes, but even without that, my laundry is pretty similar to yours. rarely gets put away. boys are supposed to do their own, honey puts his own away, grandma does her own laundry, and mine never seems to make it in my drawers.
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