I do this to myself every time. The kids seem able to stay up, so we stay up late and then the next day we pay and pay and pay... it was worth it though to see an outdoor performance of "A Midsummer Night's Dream". The girls wore their wings and we had a great time under the moon watching Puck's antics.
Off to the beach for our daily swim lessons. The house is falling down around our ears with all of this going out every day and the girls are not on any sort of a regular schedule. I plan on getting on top of it during rest/nap time...or maybe I'll read a new book on the porch swing. Hmmm.
I love summer.
Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Saturday
Went to see Hancock, Will Smith's new movie...one word review- meh. Not the worst, definitely not the best.
Today we got the kids' playhouse finished, as far as painting. It's irritating that they have had a hard time finding 'something to do' in the last few 'slow' days, when I could list off a selection of things as long as my arm. Is is that age old parent/child thing? Or have we given them too much scheduled 'stuff' that they really have temporarily lost the ability to entertain themselves? I am always spouting off about choices- you pick one colour of paint for your walls, you can't paint with another at the same time, you pick one car to buy, so that eliminates the other. So does that also mean I can't have children who take different classes who can also entertain themselves? Is it an either/or question? Along those same lines, do you have to have a childhood with nothing provided for you in order to appreciate the small things in life? I wonder about that when I see the shelves of books we have, or the playhouse in the yard that I yearned for and my own children take as a due course. I mean, they like it and even appreciate it, but never having been without it in their memory maybe makes it less valuable.
We've been reading old Raggedy Anne books, which I love and so does Mary, Laura is still attached to only picture books, and kind of floats around us when we're reading them. The books are not well written and have a very quaint (possibly not politically correct)air to them, but I'm finding that it is part of the charm. It reminds me of when I was very young before I realized that everyone wasn't exactly the same and that there were troubles and worries galore.
I am desperate for something to read and I need to go out alone for a bit to the bookstore and find something. I am addicted to Amazon, but nothing beats going through row upon row of actual books looking for a new read. Any suggestions?
Today we got the kids' playhouse finished, as far as painting. It's irritating that they have had a hard time finding 'something to do' in the last few 'slow' days, when I could list off a selection of things as long as my arm. Is is that age old parent/child thing? Or have we given them too much scheduled 'stuff' that they really have temporarily lost the ability to entertain themselves? I am always spouting off about choices- you pick one colour of paint for your walls, you can't paint with another at the same time, you pick one car to buy, so that eliminates the other. So does that also mean I can't have children who take different classes who can also entertain themselves? Is it an either/or question? Along those same lines, do you have to have a childhood with nothing provided for you in order to appreciate the small things in life? I wonder about that when I see the shelves of books we have, or the playhouse in the yard that I yearned for and my own children take as a due course. I mean, they like it and even appreciate it, but never having been without it in their memory maybe makes it less valuable.
We've been reading old Raggedy Anne books, which I love and so does Mary, Laura is still attached to only picture books, and kind of floats around us when we're reading them. The books are not well written and have a very quaint (possibly not politically correct)air to them, but I'm finding that it is part of the charm. It reminds me of when I was very young before I realized that everyone wasn't exactly the same and that there were troubles and worries galore.
I am desperate for something to read and I need to go out alone for a bit to the bookstore and find something. I am addicted to Amazon, but nothing beats going through row upon row of actual books looking for a new read. Any suggestions?
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Sunday, Sunday
I am so glad that we belong to a church 'family' of sorts. I am glad there are people not related to me but still care what is happening to the girls, to me, to my husband.
Why must the girls screech at each other? I am struggling lately with how the younger ones treats the older one, she is SO bossy and it brings out this fabulous whiny side in my older one (not so much fabulous for those of you non-existent readers that thought I was serious).
My house is a mess. I went on 'vacation', came home and didn't immediately resume my cleaning schedule and now, two days later, I am sitting in chaos. TWO DAYS! HOW is this possible that I am so responsible for EVERYTHING that two days is enough to send it all into a place that makes my house look like it was robbed without any of the actual 'stuff' taken? Blah.
So now I am off to do a big clean and also purge because the lovely people a the local some illness charity will come and take anything you want to give them and there will be lots going on Wednesday when they pull up that great big truck they use. I love the feeling that comes from cleaning out the house, not just cleaning up. It also horrifies me that anyone would have so much that there is lots to give away that will not even be missed. I mean, there are people in the world who could hold all that they own in their hands. Something is very wrong with that.
Why must the girls screech at each other? I am struggling lately with how the younger ones treats the older one, she is SO bossy and it brings out this fabulous whiny side in my older one (not so much fabulous for those of you non-existent readers that thought I was serious).
My house is a mess. I went on 'vacation', came home and didn't immediately resume my cleaning schedule and now, two days later, I am sitting in chaos. TWO DAYS! HOW is this possible that I am so responsible for EVERYTHING that two days is enough to send it all into a place that makes my house look like it was robbed without any of the actual 'stuff' taken? Blah.
So now I am off to do a big clean and also purge because the lovely people a the local some illness charity will come and take anything you want to give them and there will be lots going on Wednesday when they pull up that great big truck they use. I love the feeling that comes from cleaning out the house, not just cleaning up. It also horrifies me that anyone would have so much that there is lots to give away that will not even be missed. I mean, there are people in the world who could hold all that they own in their hands. Something is very wrong with that.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
To everything there is a season
There have been a few car accidents around here, ones that people have died in.
It's frightening how quickly things change in our lives- two lines on a stick you pee on, a lump felt under the skin that you've never felt before, a car hitting your car from behind and you don't even see it coming, the first contraction, a ring pulled out of a pocket, a phone call in the middle of the night. How wonderful and scary is the world that all of these things are happening right now as I type to people around me that I don't even know...God be with me, my husband, and my children as we move through life, give us peace with the blindsides.
Mary and Laura were playing with their Disney dolls in the 'playroom' (if you can call a closet a playroom) and I hear "Mommy, Laura won't let me have Ariel's nipple cover!" referring to her bathing suit top... can't say we use any silly euphemisms in our house...too bad the conservative neighbour from down the street was sitting in the living room at that point.
It's frightening how quickly things change in our lives- two lines on a stick you pee on, a lump felt under the skin that you've never felt before, a car hitting your car from behind and you don't even see it coming, the first contraction, a ring pulled out of a pocket, a phone call in the middle of the night. How wonderful and scary is the world that all of these things are happening right now as I type to people around me that I don't even know...God be with me, my husband, and my children as we move through life, give us peace with the blindsides.
Mary and Laura were playing with their Disney dolls in the 'playroom' (if you can call a closet a playroom) and I hear "Mommy, Laura won't let me have Ariel's nipple cover!" referring to her bathing suit top... can't say we use any silly euphemisms in our house...too bad the conservative neighbour from down the street was sitting in the living room at that point.
Sunday, June 8, 2008
Where's Samantha when you need her?
So tonight we went to see "S#x and the City", which I watched every week that it was on television. It was great to see these beautiful women who looked (more or less) their age. I mean, they weren't old women trying to act like they were teenagers, or (thank goodness) dress like them.
One thing that stuck out was Charlotte talking about waiting for her 'bad thing' to happen. I really got that; I mean, I don't go around waiting for lightning to strike, but I still have that voice in the back of my head that says "That pain, I thnk that's cancer." I really have to break that, so yet again I am committing to losing the weight, and taking better care of myself, for ME, not just for the kids, or Brent, but for me. Plus, after tonight, I want to dress better too...I'm still not getting the whole tutu thing that Carrie has going on, or for that matter most of her outfits, but a little dressier/grown up may be a good thing.
My friend and I went garden touring this afternoon (and also talked about all the subject areas above...I really need more Samantha in my life and a whole lot less Miranda). What a lot of work people have put into their gardens, but I must say ours is coming along...give me a few more years and a yardboy and I'll have our garden on the tour.
One thing that stuck out was Charlotte talking about waiting for her 'bad thing' to happen. I really got that; I mean, I don't go around waiting for lightning to strike, but I still have that voice in the back of my head that says "That pain, I thnk that's cancer." I really have to break that, so yet again I am committing to losing the weight, and taking better care of myself, for ME, not just for the kids, or Brent, but for me. Plus, after tonight, I want to dress better too...I'm still not getting the whole tutu thing that Carrie has going on, or for that matter most of her outfits, but a little dressier/grown up may be a good thing.
My friend and I went garden touring this afternoon (and also talked about all the subject areas above...I really need more Samantha in my life and a whole lot less Miranda). What a lot of work people have put into their gardens, but I must say ours is coming along...give me a few more years and a yardboy and I'll have our garden on the tour.
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