Monday, September 19, 2011

Sorting [Unwillingly] My Times

I'm realizing that organization may not be optional.
But it feels like it should be.
I willingly organize certain aspects of our family life. Ok, very few aspects.
There's a pile of "Not Getting Itself Done" stuff. Maybe if I were more organized, I'd have time for all the fun and games and the diapers that need to be washed.
I doubt it, though. I secretly think if I were more organized I would just have more opportunities to be angry. Angry when my strictly ordered life was tracked through with the unexpected, angry when my strictly ordered life showed no time to sit and read.
We'll see.

Friday, September 16, 2011

August Around Archbold

So I missed most of August in the 'ternet world.

Here's a little hint why:
The Man Husband's garden is so huge, it has become our secondary housing.
Except now it's getting cold...

Friday Night Blahs

It only takes one little remark that sends me back to that other little remark, and the one before that... then I'm back to those old thoughts that I want so much to be done with.

I feel so Blech.
Which oddly looks a lot like Bleach.
Maybe I'll try to re-purpose some of this yucky feeling into a positively productive evening.

Is it wrong to put your kids to bed early on a Friday night so that you can have some cleaning therapy? Is that selfish? They seem tired to me.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Last Worms

I'm up early most days. I like being the

Earliest Bird of the House.

It makes me feel more In Charge of my Day.

Maybe I need a badge to fulfill my power urges.

The silly part is, once I'm fueled by half a cup of coffee, (who actually gets a cup finished when it is still hot?) the others' bodies start moving, and I'm suddenly,

packing lunches,

tying shoes,

flipping eggs,

pouring milk,

scrambling eggs,

(because we can't all like the same style eggs; it would be communism!)

making ponytails,

nursing baby + surfing 'ternet...

and I realize I haven't had my favorite meal yet: breakfast.

But it is still morning, several hours till noon when I would have to officially declare breakfast skipped. So I eat last.

The early bird sometimes has to take the last worm available.

But she doesn't mind.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Been Busy Much?

Life has continued to move along since I last updated my little spread here. Anecdotes and witticisms worthy of sharing with the World Wide Web are constantly popping into my brain, but time is not free around here. I know, I know; you make time to do what you want to do. This is slightly true.
Only slightly.
Some of us are busy enough making time for what we must do right now (can or freeze the produce that is ready right now and will not be available next week) that what we would really like to do (sleep, read, write, socialize) is put on layaway.
Do stores do layaway anymore? Or does everyone just use credit cards?

So maybe later this week I will write.

Or maybe in the winter. When the garden is not bursting with tomatoes.