Today, I want to complain. About everything. About how tired I am. About how there’s not enough time for anything or anyone. About how I can’t do what I want to do and in this moment, about how I can’t get my son to take a nap! I’m a grouch.
But instead of writing about how it all just sucks, I’m going to list the “goods” in my life. Because if I wallow, I’ll get unrealistic and I can’t do that. Things really aren’t that bad. So here goes.
- I’m thankful for the flexibility that my husband and I have with our jobs. I work less than 15 hours a week. Hubs works full time but if I need him at home, he can pack up his computer and be home in a snap. How lucky are we?
- My son isn’t napping today, but generally, he still takes 2 tw0 hour naps a day. He’s 16 months old. Love. It.
- My house isn’t big. And it’s not always clean. But it’s mine and because it’s small, it doesn’t take long to clean. How’s that for thinking positively?
- My husband’s family lives in our town. It takes a village, people. And I never take it for granted that we are so supported and loved.
- This month, the temperatures in my Pacific Northwest state have averaged in the 50s. Unheard of! And so great!
So much to be thankful for. So so much.
This is Gavin at Red Robin a couple weeks ago when we went out with friends to celebrate a birthday. Every time I look at this picture I can’t help but think that I can see what he’ll look like when the time comes for pre-school. Doesn’t it look like a school picture? I can’t believe he’s gotten so big, so fast.
Like I said, so much to be thankful for. 🙂
Today I’m wearing a navy and white striped top and for lunch I ate a sandwich that had some juicy tomatoes in it.
See where this is going?
Of course the tomato splatter landed right on a white stripe. Happens every time.
So. Because Gavin spends a lot of time on the floor (duh, he’s a toddler) I have recently taken on being “safer” with what I clean the floors with. Enter warm water and vinegar.
I know, go me! Green power! Except… I really really miss the smell that’s in the chemical-laden stuff. (Shhh! I know that the smell comes from chemicals! I’m a weak girl. Sue me.) And besides, as much as I know that vinegar deoderizes and refreshes, a part of me can’t help obsessing over wondering if my house smells like vinegar. Perish the thought! Call me quirky, but here’s what I do when I clean in an effort to be green but still have that smell.
I wash my floors (1 cup of vinegar and 1 gallon of warm water) then, get this!, I light a clean linen candle. I would prefer it if you wouldn’t comment on how the smell in the candle is chemical laden as well. A girl can only green up so much at one time.
What’s your cleaning “quirk”? Or… am I in this on my own?
Today’s reality check brought to you courtesy of a 10-year-old 5th grader.
Scene: In the cafeteria getting kids settled for afternoon tutoring
Me: working on lesson paperwork
Kid: “Hey. You have really big eyes.”
Me: “Thanks… I think…”
Kid’s friend: “Yeah, I don’t think he meant that as a compliment… your eyes are really big.”
Awesome. Nothing like a little honesty to keep you humble.
Psst! Parts 1 and 2 here and here.
This is my most recent, never-ending fail. In the interest of keeping things real around here, I’m including a visual for you:
This is my desk. It’s a rehab-to-be, but since it’s still winter and the garage is no-man’s-land (read: I’d rather pull each arm hair out than have to work in there), it’s on the rehab wait list til summer.
What you see here is my mother-in-law’s sewing machine, kitchen curtain fabric (the color was inspired by a standard gray Oregon day and I’d had enough of it!), and the mess of life: bills, paper to be filed, my son’s crayons, a piggy bank (???), and yes, that’s a headboard back there. Bought on a whim at a garage sale a couple years ago and now I hate it. It wasn’t my style even then and now I have to live with it until I get around to A) posting it on CL or B) our summer garage sale.
So there you have it. The graveyard where my sewing project has gone to die. Like I said, just keepin’ it real.
Nothing to share about the sewing project I’ve attempted to undertake. Emphasis on ‘attempted’…
Let’s just say that my needle keeps breaking and my bobbin won’t hold thread without catching and breaking. Obviously there’s something wrong with how I’ve set up my machine, but seeing how my particular one is ancient and the manual makes about as much sense as pregnant men do, well, there’s been no sewing* going on in this household.
And let’s be honest, now that LOST is back and has added to my already staggering list of weeknight shows I watch, sewing has officially moved to the back burner. I know, my competence astounds you.
*Grumbling, muttering, crying actual tears, yes. But sewing, no.
So. Tonight I wanted to sew.
Today was one of those rainy grey days that invites consumption of pots of coffee, listening to Jack Johnson on a loop, and sewing. I had my coffee, sang along with JJ… but COULD. NOT. figure out the sewing machine my mother-in-law is lending me. There’s nothing wrong with the machine, I just can’t get it to work.
Something about the bobbin being broken. (Um. What’s a bobbin?)
I finally figured out the bobbin situation, but not without a lot of muttered-under-my-breath-less-than-kid-friendly- words (don’t worry folks, my monkey see monkey do (er, say) 15 month old has long gone to bed)… and what do you know, but once I started up the machine, the tip of my needle broke off!
Sigh. I’m throwing in the towel for now. More on this project and the gorgeous material I found for 50% off at Joann’s today in a little while.