Mom's Day Out
21 days...an unbelievable, incomprehensible gap in my blog record of our life! How have that many days passed without my sitting at the computer to write?
I suppose it has to do with the fact that I'm sitting at the computer writing most of the day these days, and that's it's less attractive to do so in the evenings. Lately, I've been wiped out at night. Not sure what that's about, but it could be that in late summer, I'm heading into my dormant stage.
For the next four days, though, I'll definitely have a reprieve from dormancy. I am, for the first time in five years, without children and staying in my own house! Through a discrepancy in the amounts of vacation time my beloved and I each enjoy, I am skipping the first half of this year's trip to New Jersey to visit grandpa and grandma, rather gloriously staying in Neenah all by myself. Of course, I'll miss my family and regret the fun times in which I won't take part, but I'm going to try to make th best of the situation.
I started today by spending six hours shopping. Six hours! It was ridiculous. My three main tasks: (1) try on and purchase running shoes, (2) try on and purchase a bathing suit, and (3) try on and purchase bras. These are not things you would want to tackle with kids in tow. And I managed all three. Mission accomplished!
Additionally, I have the trunk of my car packed to the hilt with outgrown toys that have been accumulating in the storage closets. When would I have carted these items to Goodwill before now, I ask? It's the perfect opportunity to winnow with impunity.
Also, I spent some time cleaning off the refrigerator. An overly extensive collection of artwork was thinned to my preferred minimalist state, and among the photos, drawings, and newsletters I removed from beneath magnets trembling with exertion was a note my beloved jotted months ago, when he was discussing the remodeling of the shower in our master bath with our son.
You see, this project has gone uncompleted for some time now. And our boy was asking why. His father explained that it was just something that he never took the time to do, so it never got done.
The dear child said to his daddy, "If you fix it a little bit each day, you'll have time to play, too."
Daddy responded, "You are very wise!"
Our boy, impressed with himself, said, "How do I know so much?"
I suppose it has to do with the fact that I'm sitting at the computer writing most of the day these days, and that's it's less attractive to do so in the evenings. Lately, I've been wiped out at night. Not sure what that's about, but it could be that in late summer, I'm heading into my dormant stage.
For the next four days, though, I'll definitely have a reprieve from dormancy. I am, for the first time in five years, without children and staying in my own house! Through a discrepancy in the amounts of vacation time my beloved and I each enjoy, I am skipping the first half of this year's trip to New Jersey to visit grandpa and grandma, rather gloriously staying in Neenah all by myself. Of course, I'll miss my family and regret the fun times in which I won't take part, but I'm going to try to make th best of the situation.
I started today by spending six hours shopping. Six hours! It was ridiculous. My three main tasks: (1) try on and purchase running shoes, (2) try on and purchase a bathing suit, and (3) try on and purchase bras. These are not things you would want to tackle with kids in tow. And I managed all three. Mission accomplished!
Additionally, I have the trunk of my car packed to the hilt with outgrown toys that have been accumulating in the storage closets. When would I have carted these items to Goodwill before now, I ask? It's the perfect opportunity to winnow with impunity.
Also, I spent some time cleaning off the refrigerator. An overly extensive collection of artwork was thinned to my preferred minimalist state, and among the photos, drawings, and newsletters I removed from beneath magnets trembling with exertion was a note my beloved jotted months ago, when he was discussing the remodeling of the shower in our master bath with our son.
You see, this project has gone uncompleted for some time now. And our boy was asking why. His father explained that it was just something that he never took the time to do, so it never got done.
The dear child said to his daddy, "If you fix it a little bit each day, you'll have time to play, too."
Daddy responded, "You are very wise!"
Our boy, impressed with himself, said, "How do I know so much?"
posted by Lisa Strandberg at 8:25 PM
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