How do they know it's time to act up
when I'm on the phone?
Why don't they know I cannot get up
when I'm on the "throne?"
How do they know it's time to go crazy
when we're trying to leave the house?
Why don't they know how I want them to act-
to be quiet as a mouse?
Why haven't they figured out
when it's time to behave?
Why haven't they figured out
it's peacefulness I crave?
How difficult can it really be
to "go put on your shoes?"
These "geniuses" have me all figured out--
it's my mind they're trying to lose.
Friday, October 1, 2010
Monday, September 20, 2010
This is definitely going to be more like a diary entry than anything. Do you ever get so frustrated about things, then have a total guilt trip, because deep down you know you really have no room to complain? I'm having more of those lately, and I'm not too pleased when I get this way.
Sometimes I get really down about money. I think about all the things we need to do, all the things we want to do, then how much these things cost, and then my brain explodes because I can't reconcile the balance. Big projects cost big money. I'd really like to add a screened porch to the back of my house; my husband wants to fix the fence; I'd be happy with paint and a new bed and bedding; he would like to get rid of our big gas guzzling car, but would be happy to just have the repairs done to both. I try not to get bogged down in the "big" cost picture, because sometimes it's so unattainable, why would I even waste the wish. But as I sat and folded ratty washcloths and noticed that there are even more pairs of little boy's socks with holes in the heels as big as golfballs, I got more and more depressed. Not that I can't buy socks or washcloths, but that those little things put our big goals further and further away. This doesn't even touch college or retirement--leave those be for now, my husband and I simply disagree on how that should even be handled.
Later in the day, as I watched "Emma" for the 100th time while folding clothes (not the Gwyneth Paltrow one, which is lovely, but the REAL one, the BBC produced), I was struck by the relationship of father and daughter, how Emma's father looked at his daughter and worried about her future, and how she comforted him with her "it'll be alright." I felt a sudden flashback to my wedding, followed by a flash forward to now: I'm frequently telling my dad "it'll be alright." And I really believe it. However, I am so frustrated now (going a different direction, so keep up with me, please) because here I watched Emma and her new husband go on their honeymoon, and it made me think about how next week is my 15-year anniversary, and we have absolutely no plans because 1)we really can't afford to go away for a long time or to anywhere truly fabulous, and really we can't even entertain the notion, because 2) we have nowhere to go with our children. We had an overnight alone in the spring, but it set us back $150 for the sitter. Prior to that, our last time away together was to the UK, 9 years ago, when my brother flew us over and put us up for a week--thanks again, Bob! I lovingly jest with my husband that we will someday have our time (remember, "it'll be alright"), but the fact is, I have no idea when, short of waiting until my sons are old enough to take care of themselves, but then we won't want to go, because by then they'd trash the house. It's starting to wear on me, especially when things are delicate in our relationship right now, and I sense it, he senses it, and we have no direction with it.
So I know all things are relative to those who experience it. In the big scheme of things, we have health, food on the table, a comfortable, yet well-worn home, and I live contentedly without fear. This is my brain messing with me. This is my frustration. Ah--I'll go have a glass of wine tonight, and it'll be alright tomorrow.
Sometimes I get really down about money. I think about all the things we need to do, all the things we want to do, then how much these things cost, and then my brain explodes because I can't reconcile the balance. Big projects cost big money. I'd really like to add a screened porch to the back of my house; my husband wants to fix the fence; I'd be happy with paint and a new bed and bedding; he would like to get rid of our big gas guzzling car, but would be happy to just have the repairs done to both. I try not to get bogged down in the "big" cost picture, because sometimes it's so unattainable, why would I even waste the wish. But as I sat and folded ratty washcloths and noticed that there are even more pairs of little boy's socks with holes in the heels as big as golfballs, I got more and more depressed. Not that I can't buy socks or washcloths, but that those little things put our big goals further and further away. This doesn't even touch college or retirement--leave those be for now, my husband and I simply disagree on how that should even be handled.
Later in the day, as I watched "Emma" for the 100th time while folding clothes (not the Gwyneth Paltrow one, which is lovely, but the REAL one, the BBC produced), I was struck by the relationship of father and daughter, how Emma's father looked at his daughter and worried about her future, and how she comforted him with her "it'll be alright." I felt a sudden flashback to my wedding, followed by a flash forward to now: I'm frequently telling my dad "it'll be alright." And I really believe it. However, I am so frustrated now (going a different direction, so keep up with me, please) because here I watched Emma and her new husband go on their honeymoon, and it made me think about how next week is my 15-year anniversary, and we have absolutely no plans because 1)we really can't afford to go away for a long time or to anywhere truly fabulous, and really we can't even entertain the notion, because 2) we have nowhere to go with our children. We had an overnight alone in the spring, but it set us back $150 for the sitter. Prior to that, our last time away together was to the UK, 9 years ago, when my brother flew us over and put us up for a week--thanks again, Bob! I lovingly jest with my husband that we will someday have our time (remember, "it'll be alright"), but the fact is, I have no idea when, short of waiting until my sons are old enough to take care of themselves, but then we won't want to go, because by then they'd trash the house. It's starting to wear on me, especially when things are delicate in our relationship right now, and I sense it, he senses it, and we have no direction with it.
So I know all things are relative to those who experience it. In the big scheme of things, we have health, food on the table, a comfortable, yet well-worn home, and I live contentedly without fear. This is my brain messing with me. This is my frustration. Ah--I'll go have a glass of wine tonight, and it'll be alright tomorrow.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Oh poop.
One of the hazards of playing with the dog after dark is the kids yelling, "Oh no! I've got poop on me!" And, sure enough, he does. In fact, they all do. Dog doo up their arms from playing with the ball and the ball happened to roll through the "stuff" which then got on their arms. The dog, meanwhile, is skipping about the yard, very happy and having a great time. The boys were stripped down in the backyard (what with there being poop on their clothes, too), and sent to the showers. Makes for an exciting Friday evening.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
We Really Appreciate Our Teachers!
Matthew is making a card for his teacher. It is Teacher Appreciation Day. After needing some help spelling the word "appreciation," he is set to create his masterpiece card. He even got to use the special scented markers! The final product: (oh how I wish I had taken a picture, because it is unbelievable otherwise)
(front cover)
Mrs G-thank you for your appreciation
(inside)
Smell this.
From Matt
(front cover)
Mrs G-thank you for your appreciation
(inside)
Smell this.
From Matt
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Bookfair Fun!
This weekend is the Greater St. Louis Book Fair, benefitting St. Louis Crisis Nursery! Don't forget--bring your own bags and a few dollars to spend!
http://www.stlouisbookfair.org/
http://www.stlouisbookfair.org/
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
My son, the flippin' genius
Lately, I have been very down--no need to get into particulars. However, it takes a 6-year old to give perspective sometimes. We were playing frisbee in the backyard, and he says to me:
"Mom, don't you love today?"
"Yes, of course, but don't you want to know about tomorrow? Don't you think tomorrow will be good?"
"You don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. That's why I love today."
"Mom, don't you love today?"
"Yes, of course, but don't you want to know about tomorrow? Don't you think tomorrow will be good?"
"You don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. That's why I love today."
Bunco News Edition, April 6, 2010
Last night's events at the Hilltop mansion brought out the people in droves...for the first time (in a long time) all members of the Bunco News group were in attendance, some with allergy eyes and hairy legs. This was all ignored and the festivities began without fail.
Does your dog turn around in circles before laying down? Does it bite all of its own fur off, only to choke on the hairballs afterward? Does it insist on having all of its kibbles separated by shape and flavor? Then your dog might have OCD. Dog expert, Tracey, reported that some dogs experience this phenomena and their owners merely think it's a "cute quirk" and gleefully indulge their canine in its excentricities. Other experts, like Shannon, responded with "as soon as your dog demonstrates human-like idiosycracies and mental illnesses, it's time to get rid of the dog."
This just in....yes, Virginia, the carpet does match the drapes.
Guess who I saw? In this episode of Guess who I saw, we have reports the Jack Deveraux is starring the Fox's production of "Mama Mia." Tony G. is involved with select volleyball, and some A****** posted a picture on their A**book page. Sheesh.
Want to know how to get rid of warts? Visit "Wart Queen" located in the beautiful Gravois Creek valley. No genital warts, please.
No one knows how a fire broke out in Sunset Hills recently. Reports are sketchy an indicate a court jester, several women (who apparently were drinking), and Ty Pennington. Police have tried to investigate, but to no avail. A woman from the group was interviewed briefly. She had this to offer:
Reporter: Ma'am, what can you tell me about what happened?
Woman: Gee, I'm just not sure. First, we were entertained by this fellow wearing sweatpants, only he had one leg in two different pairs of pants. The other leg was tied around his waist. Anyway, this crazy music starts playing, and he starts juggling. Well, then the fire started, and only liquid we could find was a 12-pack of Bud Light Lime. Not wanting the beer to get warm and age prematurely, we drank that while we brainstormed what to do next. You know, cream cheese dip and hummus don't really help put out fires. I guess what we needed was some other liquid, but from where?
Reporter: I guess the mystery still stands. Thank you.
Woman: Sure. Now I gotta go--Ty Pennington is here to help draw up some new kitchen plans.
As sure as one chapter of a book ends, another begins. Dear R, we hope that in the next chapter, the heroine really kicks some butt with the help of some cute kids and a few good friends.
As for S--this hereby ends "The Year of Firsts." I went to the calendar I got when my Grandma died and flipped to yesterday:
"Speak your kind words soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late."
For today:
"God never put anyone in a place too small to grow in." In the most mundane and tedious tasks--like pushing a pencil, changing a diaper, or packing a lunch, it's those everyday things that mean a ton to someone else.
That's all from Bunco News!
Does your dog turn around in circles before laying down? Does it bite all of its own fur off, only to choke on the hairballs afterward? Does it insist on having all of its kibbles separated by shape and flavor? Then your dog might have OCD. Dog expert, Tracey, reported that some dogs experience this phenomena and their owners merely think it's a "cute quirk" and gleefully indulge their canine in its excentricities. Other experts, like Shannon, responded with "as soon as your dog demonstrates human-like idiosycracies and mental illnesses, it's time to get rid of the dog."
This just in....yes, Virginia, the carpet does match the drapes.
Guess who I saw? In this episode of Guess who I saw, we have reports the Jack Deveraux is starring the Fox's production of "Mama Mia." Tony G. is involved with select volleyball, and some A****** posted a picture on their A**book page. Sheesh.
Want to know how to get rid of warts? Visit "Wart Queen" located in the beautiful Gravois Creek valley. No genital warts, please.
No one knows how a fire broke out in Sunset Hills recently. Reports are sketchy an indicate a court jester, several women (who apparently were drinking), and Ty Pennington. Police have tried to investigate, but to no avail. A woman from the group was interviewed briefly. She had this to offer:
Reporter: Ma'am, what can you tell me about what happened?
Woman: Gee, I'm just not sure. First, we were entertained by this fellow wearing sweatpants, only he had one leg in two different pairs of pants. The other leg was tied around his waist. Anyway, this crazy music starts playing, and he starts juggling. Well, then the fire started, and only liquid we could find was a 12-pack of Bud Light Lime. Not wanting the beer to get warm and age prematurely, we drank that while we brainstormed what to do next. You know, cream cheese dip and hummus don't really help put out fires. I guess what we needed was some other liquid, but from where?
Reporter: I guess the mystery still stands. Thank you.
Woman: Sure. Now I gotta go--Ty Pennington is here to help draw up some new kitchen plans.
As sure as one chapter of a book ends, another begins. Dear R, we hope that in the next chapter, the heroine really kicks some butt with the help of some cute kids and a few good friends.
As for S--this hereby ends "The Year of Firsts." I went to the calendar I got when my Grandma died and flipped to yesterday:
"Speak your kind words soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late."
For today:
"God never put anyone in a place too small to grow in." In the most mundane and tedious tasks--like pushing a pencil, changing a diaper, or packing a lunch, it's those everyday things that mean a ton to someone else.
That's all from Bunco News!
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