I’ve bought myself a few moments for writing.
After a slow morning of pancakes, reading, and Play-doh, it’s my turn to retreat. When the big kid finally went off to nap and the little one snuggled in next to Daddy to watch TV, I contemplated how I might spend a few stolen moments alone. It would be easiest to veg away my time browsing Facebook or conquering more levels on an iPad game I’m ashamed to admit I’m crazy about. And my Achiever self says I should probably spend these minutes grading papers or planning lessons. But I’m choosing this instead. It’s probably only because I’m finally headed toward well rested that I am thinking clearly enough to realize that this will leave me feeling better than vegging or grading. So here I am.
I have no plan, other than to fill in some of the gaps between my sporadic posts lately. Just filling in a few pages of the Memembery Book so that the mememberies don’t vanish. Prepare for random…
- I’ve been living it up the last two weekends thanks to the cash I won in the video contest. Last weekend Ruth and I spent Friday night at a swanky girls-only fundraiser. We both admitted ahead of time that we were a bit nervous that we were going to be way out of our league at this event. But we breathed a collective sigh of relief when we pulled into the parking lot and agreed we were at least as cool as the car of ladies getting out beside us. So we got over ourselves and made a big ol’ night of it….facials, massages, up-do’s, manicures, pictures, caricatures, and (unashamedly) four plates at dinner. Sure, all the pampering was fun, but the best part was conversation with a friend uninterrupted by little people. Thankful.
- Last night Ruth and her daughter watched those little people so that Jay and I could go out and spend the rest of the contest money. We thoroughly enjoyed a most relaxing dinner at the Melting Pot.
Again the best part? Getting to that point in the conversation when we had to think about what to talk about next. We never get there these days because conversations we try to have are interrupted by discourses on My Little Pony, moo-ing (Bubba’s latest trick), or just pure exhaustion. After dinner, despite our less than ideal footwear, we strolled down the mall, holding hands…both to keep warm and to remind ourselves that it is just as good as nine years ago. No…it’s better.
- My body has made a very clear statement in the last few weeks that I am not getting any younger. (Oh…that reminds me of a funny story to tell you next. Don’t let me forget.) For two or three weeks I was waking up with a terrible headache every morning. My first suspect was the glass of cheap wine I was enjoying the night before, so I begrudgingly gave that up. No difference. More than one friend and half-way trustworthy internet source suggested dehydration, so I now have nearly a half-dozen empty water bottles lying beside my bed. When that didn’t work either, I decided I had to try more sleep. Whadaya know…it worked. I’ve always needed more sleep than Jay, but I’m finally coming to the point of admitting to myself that there is nearly nothing worth sacrificing for feeling well rested in the morning. No blog posts, no lesson plans, and certainly no Facebook updates, or iPad games. Sheesh.
- This week on the way to school Chica asked me how many days it was until her birthday. I did the quick math and told her she had 31 days. She replied, “31?! If you put all those days together, that’s how big Daddy is!” And before my brain could figure out just what she meant, she continued, “Daddy is 31. No way! What a coincidence!” I love that kid.
- Thanks to a very gentle push from Bubba’s teacher this week, we are done with bottles. I had been reluctant to try to get rid of them because I feared bedtime without them. True to his stubborn self, he is basically refusing the sippy cup at all costs, but he’s still going to sleep. I’ll take it. He’ll come around.
- One of my most favorite things these days is reading to Chica. We’re about halfway through Laura Ingalls Wilder’s On the Banks of Plum Creek. I’m repeatedly amazed at how 75 years later, the important themes of childhood haven’t changed any…obedience, stretching the truth, comparison, mean girls, discovery, play, just to name a few. I love hearing Chica interpret Laura’s actions through her own little 2013 brain.
- I’m a little nervous to even write about this last memembery, but one of my friends took a bold step in the same direction this week, so I will too. Earlier this school year I was invited to take part in two writing projects. I turned one in this week, ahead of the deadline. Miracles. I have plans to finish the second during Spring Break. Of course I’m looking forward to that week for days of not having to pack lunches and wearing sweatpants all day, but I also can’t wait for time to write without the nagging feeling that I should be getting something ready for school. I’m so thankful for discovering a new passion in writing over this past year. I’m not sure I have the confidence yet to just bust out and call myself a writer, but I might be getting there.
Ok….so JK on that being the last memembery. This is really the last one. I usually let Jay read my posts before hitting publish. When I went into the den to bring him the computer, I found a memembery that needs no extra words:
Thanks for the time to write, Jay. I know it was hard work. : )