I’m starting to be able to see out of the hole I had dug. My house is clean, my swap dresses almost done. The cleaning I did was, funny enough, cleansing. I shampooed the rugs and they look much better. I washed the tile floors by hand, something I haven’t done in a time period I’m too embarrassed to admit. By the end of this week I should be done with all sewing obligations, able to take them off my mental list. My new laptop will be here sometime this week, hopefully. So, my shipping process will be back to normal then too, I pray. My shipping mojo has been severly impacted by this ramen incident, as my laptop was my studio computer.
Also, I have upped my computer savvy points by figuring out google reader. I’m so excited about this it’s kind of sick. I also want to share with you a funny blog, definitely worth a read.
Yes he loves it. I am so happy that he does. Four hours, two days a week and has already made a friend there.
Proud Boy
Today we have an appointment with a psychiatrist. I have tried very hard to place no expectations on this visit, but I hope we get some answers about some things. We then have therapy tonight and school starts for her Wednesday. Busy week! I’m anxious to get back into the school year routine though, I think we all do better with it!
It’s been a while since I’ve featured a monthly fabric, mostly because I hadn’t been buying it!
Then there is the matter of what I’m working on. I have lots of things cut out and ready to go…
I think this will be my favorite -
So last night for the first time ever, I had a dream in which Var talked to me. I’ve waited eight years for this, so I woke up feeling excited. I started reviewing the dream, and couldn’t help but be disappointed. In the dream, I was changing his diaper. I had his hospital bed at an angle where his head was down, bringing his backside up higher, making it easier to change him. After a couple of his typical noises I see his face contorting and out he bursts with his message!
“Can you NOT drop me on my head Mom?!”
<sigh> I’ll take what I can get, even if it’s sarcasm. At least in the same dream my internet friends had combined efforts with my favorite America’s Next Top Model contestants to surprise me and clean the house while I was taking a bubble bath and reading a book. That my friends, was a fabulous dream.
I know. Rather than offer a bunch of excuses I will just say - I have inhaled, I have exhaled, I have thought and experienced. There was no bad thing, no lack of thought, just loss for words. I’m back, if you still care to journey with me.
I have plenty to share at my other journaling outlets, especially with regards to travel. The Skarrbus has been active indeed, and I’m uploading pics right now. It will take me a while to get them all properly sorted and dated, and since we’re not back, I’ll beg for time to do that. Click my flickr widget for a sneak peek though. The first two days or so….
Tagged: Apologies
I found a great site for camping recipes, sorted by things like breakfast, campfire, foil pouch, etc. Enjoy!
You will not get me all riled up this morning. I could hear you rustling around with the cereal bags instead of just pouring yourself a freaking bowl of cereal on the counter like a normal human being. I know you know that I know you snuck that bowl of “other” cereal instead of having the cereal in the designated cereal distributing device. Putting three cheerios in your bowl on top of the honeycomb doesn’t fool me. Just know that by tomorrow you won’t be able to access the other cereals. Poof. Nothing for me to get angry about, no arguments, just poof. We have the “only this cereal on school days” rule for a reason, because you are an irrational child. I also know that you’ve been eating your cereal for 20 freaking minutes, loudly, right by me, to allow me MORE time to NOT SCREAM MY BRAINS OUT, and I thank you for that. Take 45 minutes today child, my will is strong and you will not ruin my day over a bowl of cereal.
See also - don’t freaking lie and say you lost your headband and ask to borrow Maggie’s brand new special-to-her pony-tail holder and be all pissy with me when I say no then *turn up with the lost headband* 30 seconds after that. You never lost the headband. I know it, you know it. I’m not going to waste my time pointing out the lie so that you can argue that no you didn’t lie so you can play the victim. Our wonderful Chris is teaching me. I will resist. Maybe I’ll even make you a cheery “hair containment item” holder, so we can be sure your hair containment implements don’t go missing.
Lastly, if you choose to wait til 7:50am to make your lunch, please don’t expect your Dad to bail you out, again. It appears he also is wearing his learning brain. Muttering in direct hearing distance of Dad “I need to make a sandwich, but I don’t want to.” and “I want to get my snacks, maybe Dad will make my sandwich.” will only cause him to NOT be tricked by you.
