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On a ‘not feeling so great’ day recently, I realized I was looking around my house, at my life, at all the things I am supposed to measure up to. Numerous items and definitions and tasks that have no real measured defined standard. I somehow, I had fallen short of measuring up to an undefined…
I know you think I am a nice person. And I am most of the time. But a patient person? Having a toddler has shown me all of my imperfect impatient downfalls. These became glaringly apparent when we went to dye Easter eggs this past Saturday morning. How quickly I had forgotten the Christmas cookie…
My numerous aspirations and expectations and absolutes are a few of my favorite weapons of self-destruction adding to the slow but certain loss of my mind. What’s left is now being eaten away slowly by my toddler and 9-year-old. I am left to spin in circles with the one foot nailed down, drooling like some captured…
I felt frustrated at the way things weren’t going. Why was I not out lunching with my multitude of friends? Why wasn’t I progressing on that project? Why did I have nothing to show for all the work and hours I felt I’d invested in that… writing piece…garden…friendship? It all made me feel bad. And…
What you do for your bosses, husband, and children they’ll come to expect. I coined this expression when I used to clean houses for a living. I was kind enough to wash and redistribute towels in a client’s bathroom. And the next time I cleaned for her, she was indignant that I’d not done this…
This is a journal entry from the darkness of night, 3/16. Not watching any TV means I am writing more. And doing so very honestly. “I told myself I was much less anxious than before. But I had to admit today, I am still a little more than a little anxious. Chewing my lip until…
Today marks five lovely days of back to school bliss for all of us. My husband remarked how he’d not yelled at the child in a couple of days. I’ve yelled but more because the kid’s so distracted with school thoughts or exhaustion at the end of the night, he gets a little talk back-a-tive…
Those last few days of school leading romantically into summer were full of my own promises to myself. For actualizing creative plans and getting things done. And then one baseball event led to another with literally three days in a row of events. And my husband needed me to run errands for his business. I…
I finally let myself buy the beautiful vintage tablecloth I’d been coveting. I love love love textiles, old and new. My obsession for them is evident in their plenitude in closets and bins under skirted tables. I’d refrained from buying this one for a long time. It wasn’t in the greatest condition for the price….
We chose to move to The County, USA because schools were not as scary here and 20 something percent of our taxes go towards the school budget. All has going according to my master plan when our son turned sporting age. Organized sports are apparently the next item on the list of his American life’s…
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