Monday, December 24, 2012
When I was teenager I was in the psych ward at Children's hospital (and several other times at Franciscan). The time that just came to mind was the first time I was hospitalized. I had tried to kill myself by overdosing on a hnadful of different medications. After they treated me medically I was put in the ward.
I don't remember anything in particular that I learned in my sessions or group therapies but I do remember some of the hurting people I met. Chris, Dale the girl who thought she was fat, Tequila, little Mike... tons of kids ranging from 4 years old to 17 years old.
The thing I remember most is that my parents came every day and that they arranged for my whole youth group to come visit me. 17 people, it was the most visitors any patient had ever received at one time a nurse told me. My parents wanted to make sure I felt loved even though I, myself was pretty unlovable at the time.
That is a real picture of God's love I think. Loving someone who rejects you, even though it is in inconvenient.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
(meaning you can make both relationships work but I like it better from a delegation/overseer mentality).
The other night during the meteor shower I saw three shooting stars. Same night Bob got offered a job at Metropole, a fancy shmancy restaurant that specializes in some artsy with a side dish of fartsy. I couldn't be more excited. Bob doing what he wants to do in an urban forward-thinking establishment which functions as a hotel/contemporary art gallery/restaurant. Pumped.
I scrapped yet another version of my book. I had to look inside myself to harness my chi/ exorcise my demons/ own my verbs and find a new plot for my beloved (other)world. So I made a new timeline and lo and behold... I actually managed to think of a conflict (actually several of them). Something I could not previously produce without sticking a big nasty ugly stick into the Willing Suspension of Disbelief. I killed my original sidekick who I was in love with (meaning he no longer exists) but something had to give. I would have made it the main character if I could have managed it. I did get pretty concerned when I was roughing out the new timeline when I couldn't think of a better word for "frenemy." Somestimes it isn't just heavy machinery we should avoid when tired. It is the internet, our homework and other people in general.
I finished my first semester back to school and at least 5 of my 6 professors would probably not shoot me on sight. I'll count that as a win!
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Monday, November 26, 2012
Laziness, boredom, apathy. These things (amongst others) were sewn in the garden of Eden that fateful day. That cursed day.
"This time of year is the hardest for me."
Loving people is so much work. It requires so much. All day long, all night long. I fail at it daily, nightly. I get too lazy, too bored, too apathetic. Too busy.
No appropriate words for the melancholy right now.
I praise God for the joy I have. That this is not it; I'm not home yet.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Solomon: Ummm... Daddy!
They both laugh.
So on Saturday morning I take the kids and we head to Dunkin Donuts. I decide to drive past Dater to see if the line for first-come first-serve registration has begun. I wasn't 100% sure but I had a feeling that someone had started the line. I had driven by at 2am and there had been no one there. Well apparently they set up their tent at 3am.
There were 7 people in line by the time I got there at 8:30am. By noon all 7 of the preschool spots were gone. Which later it turned out there was only 6. I had the 3rd spot (for Solomon). I had the 5th spot for kindergarten (for Marley).
One by one the line just kept growing. There was a lot of speculation about how many spots there were for kindergarten, how many for preschool, what the process was when we finally got in the doors, what the rules about everything were, whether there would be line jumping drama... or a knife fight. People talked about their kids and their ages, where they went to school now, why they like Dater. They talked about their jobs, their spouses, all that stuff.
Each night we sat around fire pits. Every time we needed to use the bathroom we walked to Mercy Hospital's ER or UDF. Either our individual posses delivered us food or the collective arranged for communal food. A lot of very kind people paid it forward and delivered us bagels, soup, sandwiches, tacos, cookies, brownies. Amazing kindness. It would have been easy street if it were not for the night and day of rain and the night when it was 28 degrees.
Now the 4th day- that is when it got interesting. That was registration day. The Dater principal had mercy and decided to open the doors at midnight rather than waiting till the next morning. We had to strike our tents and get rid of the camping stuff because kids were back in class (they had no school on Monday because Veteran's day). So we all got in our official order on the sidewalk in our chairs. Pretty dull until 4pm when the principal led us all up to wait by the doors instead of on the sidewalk. The reason it was exciting was because we were bodily moving towards our goal. Other than that nothing really changed. People were getting really anxious. Worrying more about line jumping drama (and potential knife fights). Sticking to their assigned spot in line.
Some of us didn't handle the change with rigid amounts of stress. I made a friend Jenny and she had a nervous energy to match my own. The fact that it was freezing helped because only moving helped to keep us warm. Jenny and I ran a foot race from the building to her car. She won because she ran through the extremely treacherous wet sand of the baseball diamond. Some people reportedly said that if we both got hurt or died that we forfeited our spots in line.
We decided to continue the epic battle for awesome supremacy. We engaged in slide-racing (three times, three ties; judged by a onlooking 6 year old). Speed peeing contest. Competitive art-critiquing. Thumb wars. 20 questions (no one won, that is an awful game). Dance off.
Then we played this really awesome game called Werewolf. There was about 13 of us playing. If you have never played Werewolf, I suggest you look into it and get a game going in your life. I was lynched multiple times and ravaged by werewolves. Probably owing to the fact that I have a loud annoying voice. We DID NOT play Red Rover. People were concerned that they would get hurt and have to go ER and that it would cost their spot in line.
At around 9:30 the principal let us into the building and we went to the auditorium to wait. Until Jenny discovered the gym was open and that the gym had a huge closet full of awesome stuff to play with. So after a race on little wheeled square things, a game of dodgeball was organized. 6 vs. 6 with a referee and many onlookers. My team was the losingest team but I blame my turtleneck, snow boots, double socks and pants.
After everyone was exhausted we decided to be a bit more tame. We played kickball. I was on the winnigest team that time. Much better game in my opinion.
Then it was time to sit quietly and try to stay awake until the magical midnight hour when we all got called in groups of ten to fill out our applications. I secured Marley's position as a 2013 Dater Gator and discovered that my preschool position for Solomon was lost because I was applying for free tuition. So he got waitlisted.
Can't win them all.
I met a lot of awesome people and loving parents.
I wonder how the rest of the campers are transitioning back to normal life in society. Not easy to go back after being the Mayor of Dater or the secretaries of fire stoking, grocery, defense, kickball, etc.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
I am not thrilled to be taking science courses (two of them). But this semester I discovered that I can accomplish math courses, with the help of God and no one else. Next semester I hope to discover that some sciences do not have to be a mind-numbing bore. Maybe.
I was SHOCKED to discover I needed additional Arts and Humanities courses. It feels as though I have only taken arts and psychology courses ever. So I enrolled in the Music of the Middle Ages class. I am pretty excited about it because the only music I listen to with any regularity is classical (although sometimes Pandora tricks me into straying). My favorite composers to date: Debussy, Hayden, Borodin. Borodin is especially interesting to me because he was a weekend warrior composer; he was a chemist to pay the bills. It makes brings some realism to the otherwise fantastic. If that makes sense to anyone but me, I don’t kno
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
But some of the problems are not as obvious. My darling husband is a foodie. Some of you think of him as being a guy who enjoys the finer things, others of you happen to know my husband will eat just about anything if you give him a dollar.
Something you might not know is that my husband willingly harbors paranoia towards all things food-related (and politically-related, and woman-related, and Hulk Hogan-related).
He is never happier than when he is sitting in front of a screen playing the latest food conspiracy theory movie. Some movies you know, like Supersize Me and Food Inc. Others are incredibly obscure and low budget (I think he prefers these because the crazier people make them). I take no issue at all with him watching these movies. Do I poke fun at him when he eats the occasional Big Mac? You bet I do! He does not have any apparent qualms with engaging in gastronomical hypocrisy.
Him watching the movies is not the problem. No the problem is he watches them at our house... Where I live. I walk through the living room and suddenly I feel like maybe I might be the worst mother in the world because I gave my kids something truly sinister like... corn.
I can't eat foods with GMOs because I will be eating synthetic poison, I cannot eat organic foods because I will be ingesting organic poison, I can't eat meat because I will then be subscribing to fat-sucking chest-pounding animal murder. I can't eat corn. At all. Ever. Ditto, Wheat.
Chicken will kill you. Potatoes (strawberries, grapes, tomatoes) may or may not be a tool of oppression, Cows should be given the vote. Spinach is good for you.
Wait. What! A food I can eat? Well I CAN eat it but it has to be raw because cooking it just sucks all the good nutritional qualities right out of it rendering it useless intestinal fodder. Well I can just have it in a salad. Of course, a salad.
BUT NO DRESSING AND DON'T YOU DARE PUT EGGS, NUTS, OR CROUTONS ON IT.
EGGS!? Are they good or bad for me this week?
What if they are raised locally? Grain fed? Free range?
What the heck are those eggs doing ranging around anyway?
So as far as I can tell, the only thing I can eat that will sustain my spiritual, physical and cognitive being is (organic, locally and sustainably harvested) blueberries. And I think they are gross.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Day 2. For my desk.
Day 3. I am thankful to Crayola, RoseArt, etc. for making art affordable.
Day 4. Day 4...? I am thankful for my husband who tells me what day it is (but he is downstairs and cannot confirm the date and I really can't be bothered to mouse-over the clock right now.)
So we did not win a spot at Dater Montessori via the "Your-area-school-is-not-so-good lottery" but we are on watch to see if/when the camping begins for the first-come first-serve registration. Doors open at midnight on the 13th of this month. I heard there were 25 spots, 20 spots and most lately 22 spots. I have no doubt we will be able to get to the camping line in time to be in the first 20.
Bob: I want to camp but I'm not looking forward to it with a bunch of crazy moms.
Me: I am!
Bob: Uh huh.
Solomon takes longer than Marley to fall asleep and tonight he was working on falling asleep and singing Head, Shoulders, Knees & Toes and the Birthday Song. He can say a lot of words but he is in the stage where I am the only person who can understand most of them.
"I want orange juice."
"Mommy I'm tired."
"Marley hit me." (Their favorite game is kung-fu these days) (also known as the game where they take turns saying "S/he hit me!")
"Water in cup."
Mommy I'm tired is by far my favorite phrase. Not just because it gives me hope that he may slow down long enough for me to grab him and stick him in his bed but it is adorable. It smacks of that quickly fading baby-vulnerability. It makes me sad knowing that this is likely my last 2 year old.
My book is going swimmingly, except when the plot confuses me. That is bad. The plot should not confuse the author, in my opinion.
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
So I rarely drink. For New Years I made a resolution to quit drinking entirely. 7 months, no problems. But then I started noticing when I was around people while they were drinking I would have to explain "I don't drink" and sometimes even the why I didn't drink. Now it was actually preferable when someone wanted to know why. Then I could talk about my faith and how I didn't want clouded judgement leading me to behave in a crass way. But it was beginning to become a thing. Causing me to stumble because I was caught up in maintaining that thing rather than really addressing the behavior that I sought to prevent. It wasn't having a drink that caused me to gossip viciously or be lewd. It was the people I was having that drink with. My behavior around them is not what I want for myself. Aside from the physical damage that drinking alcohol causes the real problem was the effect my company was having on my soul. (I don't mean to say anyone besides me was ever responsible for my behavior. Just that theirs influenced mine in a negative way that I was not resisting.) I've decided that it is a situation that I have to draw away from. Not withdraw my love but withdraw my enabling of behaviors that I believe to be ultimately damaging to the body, the soul, and society.Setting rules for yourself can be important but ultimately it is communication with God and recognizing things within yourself that will keep you on the right path. The letter of the law was blinding me from the truth. I thought I was safe because I followed the rule but really I was missing the essence of the spirit behind it all. To act in a way that glorifies God and does not cause others to stumble.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Solomon said his longest sentence a few days ago. "...Mama, I have a butt."
We entered a lottery to try to secure Marley a spot in one of the Cincinnati Public magnet schools. Should find out this week if we got one of the 16 spots (8 at Dater, 8 at our second choice SCPA). Not sure what we will do if we got a SCPA spot. There is a good chance we will have to camp for the spot we want, which we are willing (but not prepared) to do.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
He keeps all of His promises and Jesus said it is accomplished. Meaning your salvation. You have a hope. Be sincere in your belief and let your lives show evidence that you love Him. Love is the actions you take, the words you speak and the thoughts you allow yourself to ruminate on. Be faithful, He will be to you.
Never underestimate what you are able to do because God will strengthen you. You can do all things. You are beautiful. You are wonderful. I have wept with joy looking at your faces. I have seen my mortality and my legacy when I look at you. You look more like your dad but you each have some traits that are like me too. Marley is dreamy and sometimes has to hear something a few times because she cannot be distracted from whatever her imagination is conjuring up. Solomon is energetic and undauntable, a trait that will move one forward if you can also practice patience.
What you do with your lives will become part of God's masterplan for the whole world. Be good guys. Do not let apathy or dogma keep you from caring about others but never sacrifice the truth. Be introspective, be humble, be bold. I have prayed for you since the days you were born.
Solomon- that you would become a man that would lead others, strong and loving, that you would be a righteous man who genuinely loves God and serves Him, motivated by that love. That you would have generations after you who would be similarly lead, a light in this world.
Marley- that you would not be caught up in the sickness of this world. It is a cruel place for women. You do not need anything this world can offer to make you perfect in the sight of the Lord. Your face, hair, body are all perfect. Your eyes are a pretty blue and they have shades of lavender in the sunset. Your face is the sweetest I know. I pray that you will know one day the miracle that is having children, that you will abstain from the bickering back-biting that personifies so many of this world's relationships.
Look to God to fufill the sometimes seemingly impossible expectations we learn to put on intimacy. No significant other will ever be able to fill your romantic or familial needs all the time. So go to God when you feel let down, or better yet, before you feel that way.
Neither of you should ever forget how special you are. How cherished you are. You are the greatest blessings I have ever received. I thank God for you both and for the time I have been given to spend with you. It is better fun to think of the great possibilities of your lives than it was to imagine them for mine, so be great!
Smile in pictures, clean up litter even if it isn't yours, be careful in cars; you may feel like you're sitting on a couch but really you're sitting in a giant bullet.
No words to describe my affection for you. I don't know how Heaven can compare to my happy moments with you two but I am looking forward to finding out and then sharing it with you some day.
1 Timothy 1: 15-17
Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patienceas an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life. Now to the King eternal, immortal,invisible, the only God, be honor and glory for ever and ever. Amen.
Not winning any awards with those lyrics (I hope). But I thought of them today as I was studying Probability multipication rule. I was working this one type of problem over and over and over. I tried it maybe 10 times (about 30 minutes) without being able to get the first part of the question answered (it had two parts). I just kept plugging away, trying to make the rule make sense in my head. Finally I just looked up to the ceiling (you know, where God hangs out) and said (aloud) "I cannot do this. You have to do this or this isn't happening. Please help me." Tried again, got the first part right, second part wrong. Tried again (it remixes the stats every attempt) and got it right. Again, right. Again, right. Again, right.
After getting it right the first time I was a little overwhelmed with joy because I had decided I could not move on until after I got it right. I looked back up the ceiling and said (aloud), "You're amazing at this. I am not."
Now I need to apply this prinicple sooner and to every other struggle I come across. God heals things, God makes me able, God strengthens me, God does my math for me! Now if I could just humble myself enough to let Him do the work in my personal life. I had an awful day and all I did was fight Him all day.
For the record, tonight is Solomon's first night with out the snarfer (pacifier) in a long time. He took longer to settle down from the Marley-Solomon gigglefits but no other "problems".
Saturday, October 13, 2012
On two occasions today I caught myself engaging in behaviors that just didn't make sense. Those were just the times I caught myself. I am fairly certain that there were more but I'm too weird to notice them. I will share the two I caught.
1. I found myself standing on the toilet seat putting on Bob's deoderant (on myself, not Bob).
2. Sitting on the dryer eating a protein bar, staring out the window.
I find myself in a position where I need to produce a resume and it makes me feel wholly unlike myself. What could I possibly need a resume for?
BUT I DO NEED IT. For an actual purpose and I find the whole situation combination terrifying/exciting. I would imagine the thrill is akin to what some people feel when they ride rollercoasters (all I feel is nauseated).
(fyi I need the resume for an FYE (that instructs one on resume building/writing and job seeking strategies)(such similar acronyms) class and for my co-op coordinator who is going to be working on finding me a position at a middle school here on the good ole' Westsiiiiiide.
Afraid I may end up teaching your kids? You should be.
I am working on my latest fiction project and I must say that I am 27,000 words in and on fire with what is coming next. I have been working on not focusing on what will eventually be cut and just getting everything I want down. One of my professors is an author and has several books published and she had an open forum where we could ask her questions and I thought the best advice she gave was that a best thing an author can do is practice BIC (Butt in Chair).
So that is why I have moved from writing in bed to writing at my desk. Unfortunately my chair and desk are so ill suited that I find myself kneeling at the desk, clacking away.
October, October. Not quite the holidays.
Enjoyed the Sunflower festival with the Deubbers and Goodridges.
Looking forward to Hallzooween and the Duebber Halloween fete.
Celebrating two years of matrimony to the Beard. Strangely enough the hardest year for us financially and the easiest on our relationship (not that relationships are ever actually easy).
Cannot wait for Holiday Junction at the Museum Center either. Ralph & Debbie- you better join us for some Festive Choo-choo buggaloo.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Money is a battle every day. We find our struggles change. Battle for the house. Battle for independence. Battle for food. The goal shifts slightly, the aspect changes, the root is always the same. There is of course a purpose. I just don't know it.
Bob and I have managed to love each other through (from what I can tell) what most people get divorced about (poverty and parenting). I can only believe God keeps us together, because neither Bob nor I are stoic romantic heroes. I don't mean this to reflect poorly on our relationship, on the contrary. I think God created a thing of beauty out of something unlovely and I think he did it to serve a great purpose. Whether that manifests tomorrow or in 3 generations I do not know but I'm grateful for the intervention. Bob probably would never put up with me otherwise.
I pray God would open Bob's eyes so that he would recognize what looks like foolishness to the world is actually wisdom.
God lighten the feeling of my heart. Amen
Monday, October 1, 2012
The melodic sound of wind chimes.
The smell of fresh picked basil.
Eating lunch with Lindsey.
Doing yoga with Marley and Solomon.
Cloudy skies in the morning so I can drive and see at the same time.
Marley and Solomon loving each other so well.
Getting to enjoy the hot springs with Mom.
Riding home from school today we were listening to Beethoven's 6th symphony and Marley piped up, "Mama this music/song is blue and pink." I am so proud. She may look and wake-up like Bob but she has some me to her too. :)
I had a revelation that I needed to put Marley and Solomon in the same room at night. It eases my mind because I divide my love and consciousness into anywhere my immediate family is. With Solomon and Marley sleeping in the same room, it gets divided less. This may make no sense to anyone. The first night bedtime was a breeze but had the same sleep disturbances as we have the last few weeks. Bedwetting and angry seeking of snarfers. 3 disruptions in all, 1 of them being prolonged. Tonight bedtime was a breeze again. Disturbances yet to be determined.
Bedtime #1: teeth, toilet, pjs,/spiderman costume, books, praying, Jesus loves me x2.
Then after I left the room they giggled for awhile and then I heard the unmistakable sound of monkeys jumping on beds. Went back in, re-tucked them with a reminder of quiet. They were KO'd two minutes later.
Bedtime #2: teeth, toilet, pjs,/spiderman costume, books, praying, Jesus loves me x2.
Then after I left the room Marley was teaching Solomon how to talk. Saying words then bidding him to repeat them. She got him to say with very good clarity "I need help." Unsure how that will affect my life. I guess it will be revealed at the same time as the sleep disturbances.
They are both very happy to be in the same room.
I went to a very wonderful wedding this weekend. Krissy Winslow and Nick Rommelfanger had a wonderful and unique ceremony and reception. My favorite things:
1. The bride in full length gown, tiara, veil and heels climbing to the top of a rocky mountain without eating it and managing to look poised and perfect the whole freaking time.
2. The quiet collective laughter when the officiant said the "in sickness and in health" vows because the groom has chicken pox. Which may not be at all amusing to him yet. And in all fairness it would have a very sad event except both the bride and groom handled it perfectly, with grace and reason.
3. The break-dancing 4 year old who was spinning like a 90mph top.
4. The food!
5. The cake!
6. The fact that it was at Shangri La. Which FYI is in the middle of NothingbutCornfields, Indiana.
7. And of course my favorite thing at all weddings... the flower girls.
8. This is a long one. The fact that my father in law Ralph knew what I was talking about when I detailed my harrowing experience that morning. Which involved a brand new bottle of listerine, subtle shifts in fingertip pressure, a geyser, both of my nostrils and pain. It is good to have someone who knows that you may not have been completely to blame for shooting high pressure streams of listerine up your nose.
Ok I am going to listen to those wind chimes now.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Our weeks have been looking something like this.
Monday- Do devoitonals, take the darlings to their classrooms, go to Statistics, meet up with Lindsey, eat food, go to Yoga, get the darlings, head home (count the busses we see on the way). Hang out at home, do some chores, go to the Y and work out, come home and eat dinner, eat dessert, do bedtime. I do homework, I pass out.
Tuesday- Devotionals, Darlings to class, I go to Adolescent Development, I have a break where I either work on my book or do homework, go to Children's Literature, Go to Child Development, Get Darlings, come home, hang out with Bob, go to the Y and work out, come home eat food, hang out, do bedtime, work on book/homework, pass out.
Wednesday- Do devoitonals, take the darlings to their classrooms, go to Statistics, meet up with Lindsey, eat food, go to Yoga, go to Career Explorations class, Go get darlings, head home, eat dinner, watch cartoons and hang out, do bedtimes, homework/book, passout.
Thursday: Devotionals, darlings to classrooms, Go to Adolescent Development, work on homework/book or watch Naruto on break, eat food, go to Children's literature, go to Child Developement, get darlings, head home, eat dinner, hang out with family, do bedtime, work on homework/book, pass out.
Friday: Devotionals, darlings to classrooms, go to Statistics, work on homework for 30 minutes afterward then get the kids, head home, hang out, desperatly try to clear a path through the dishes and laundry, hang out with Bob, go to the Y and work out, come home eat dinner, hangout as family, dessert, bedtimes, Bob goes out, I work on my book.
Weekend: JUNKFOOD, CARTOONS, GOING TO THE Y, CHURCH & FOOTBALL.
That has been the general syllabus of my life. I'm enjoying being out in society except for dropping the kids off. That is always pretty sad for me. We sing a song on the way to school that we stole from a kid show:
Whereever you go
Whatever you do
I'm always going to come back for you.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
First Marley and I colored the tips of our hair with markers.
Then we went to the grocery store and got almond milk and other stuff (but who cares about other stuff). Solomon started crying in the store because I told him he could have a doughnut in the car but since he's a two year old boy all he heard was "You can have a doughnut" and then none appeared. I was at that point starting to get hungry (which usually makes me hot tempered and/or fainty) but I handled it. God held all my pieces together. We all enjoyed a doughnut in the car. Marley had a powdered sugar kruller for the first time and Solomon had the world's largest stickiest chocolate frosting and sprinkles doughnut. YES I gave him a doughnut after he cried about it, AND it was right before lunch AND he had a mini cookie from the nice Kroger bakery people. This is my wonderful day, I'm ok with it. I learned from my mother that when dad is out somewhere you are OK to do things in a "special way". Like pizza and watching TV during dinner every Friday night during Fall because your dad is coaching that one sport with the lemon-shaped ball.
... I think I just digressed on a digression. If only THAT was a sport.
Then we came home and had lunch and Solomon went down for a nap. I suspect he played in his crib for an hour first because he was in his crib quiet from 1:30 till 5. I think 3.5 hours was his previous record. Marley and I played plastic animals on my bed for awhile and we sat by the sunny window in my room in the wingback chair while I jotted down ideas and Marley colored dinosaurs and told me about stuff. The wind was blowing in the window, Marley's eyes were almost purple in the sunshine. When Solomon finally did wake up, I had the world's best store-bought pizza ready. Freschetta Harvest Supreme. Then after we each had 2-3 slices (it's thin crust!) we went on a walk with the wagon and the trash bag. Honestly by the end of the walk I could have gone without it but at least we picked up some trash. Headed to the backyard to play the preschool variety of hide and seek. Which does not even really require moving. I sat in the hammock with them and then they went down the slide for awhile. Solomon became very pleased with the amount of echoing his shout received.
I tempted them inside with dessert and on the way back up the hill we stopped to pick some oregano. Put the oregano inside and had an ice cream sandwich (for Marley) and 3 cookies (for Solomon). I know, we ate a bunch of junk today. The cookies were Who-nu's (fiber and calcium enriched!) if that helps anyone stop judging me.
We went back up to my room and the sun was setting, the light was falling prettily across their feet on my bed as they watched Special Agent Oso and I tied strings of oregano up to dry.
Then I put them both down to bed with no fussing and here I am. Listening to ambient music streaming on Pandora blogging before I write some fiction. Fiction where no one is going to have a particularly wonderful day.
Praise God for interceding between my mood and my kids!
Thursday, September 6, 2012