Monday mornings at 6 am the house is still chilly. I wake the daughters. They groan as the stretch and half heartedly ask if they can stay home. I say yes, Daddy says no. They get dressed, brush their teeth and hair, and meet the school bus thirty minutes later.
I climb back into bed, wanting to stay there for the rest of the day. I do not want to do laundry, dishes, job search or work out. I just want to stay in my pajamas with my unbrushed hair and teeth.
Remember when we used to want to be grown ups because we thought they had all the fun? And could do whatever they want? We were wrong. Sure, I could stay in bed and avoid responsibility. But then the girls wouldn't come home to a warm dinner, clean clothes for tomorrow, and would think that laziness was an awesome way of life. (Well, sometimes....)
Being a grown up DOES have it's perks. occasionally.
I get to drink coffee. That's exciting. I can run outside with just my socks on and no one can yell at me. (I have yelled at the girls for that.) AND I get to hang out with friends whenever I want. Which would be awesome if they weren't all as busy as me trying to raise their children.
As I move forward, cleaning and cooking, (and taking Pinterest/Facebook breaks) I will realize today that my chores are discipline for all of the times I'd wished I was an adult while growing up. I may pout, but then remember....I can eat chocolate whenever I want and no one can stop me.
Monday, October 14, 2013
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Nice to Meetcha
I met the man that I would marry in October of 1999. Seemed as good of a date to meet anybody, I suppose.
People were preparing for Y2K (remember that?), Prince's song was played over and over and over....
But what I remember is emailing back and forth with a man that I would soon meet, marry 8 months later and have his first daughter 9 months later.
One thing he has occasionally brought up was the email that engaged him. He had asked me to tell him about myself. The email he was expecting would have been "Well, my hobbies include reading, writing, ice skating, I graduated with a gpa of...." nothing really defining of who I was.
I instead won him over with a gem something like this:
"I like eating Tacos from taco bell at 3 am with my friend, I wish I had the courage to clear the table and dance on it, I live poetry, Dance in my bedroom while singing with a hair brush..."
Some of that is still relevant. However, I no longer enjoy Taco Bell, especially at 3 in the morning.
Fast forward thirteen years. We have two daughters. I sometimes wonder what I would say if I were to send an email trying to introduce myself. Most of my attempts read like a resume "Married Mother of 2 daughters, enjoys long baths and reading. Enjoys exercising and eating healthy. Loves Jesus."
So, I'm going to take a cue from my 18 year old self, and try this approach:
Hello, My name is Amber. Here's a little about me:
I'm spontaneous. I love to be free and surprises are the way to my heart. I love words, eloquent long words that are rarely used anymore. I sleep with a stuffed hippo because I can. I love to wear perfume that reminds me of when I was younger. I d not like make up. When I do, I love to accent my eyes. The greatest joys in my life are my two daughters. I compete in Highland games. I still fall in love with the wrong people though I am completely committed to my husband. I wish I could visit Australia. I am a bit obsessed with Hugh Jackman. My favorite color is green. For fun, I spend way too much time on Facebook and various other sites.
I have returned to school, but failed again. I am hoping for one more attempt. Second hand shopping is my favorite. I love. My house is often cluttered but still somehow feels like home.
I still go weak kneed over my husband's blue eyes. The whiff of a man's cologne in the autumn air takes my breath away.
It's nice to meet you.
People were preparing for Y2K (remember that?), Prince's song was played over and over and over....
But what I remember is emailing back and forth with a man that I would soon meet, marry 8 months later and have his first daughter 9 months later.
One thing he has occasionally brought up was the email that engaged him. He had asked me to tell him about myself. The email he was expecting would have been "Well, my hobbies include reading, writing, ice skating, I graduated with a gpa of...." nothing really defining of who I was.
I instead won him over with a gem something like this:
"I like eating Tacos from taco bell at 3 am with my friend, I wish I had the courage to clear the table and dance on it, I live poetry, Dance in my bedroom while singing with a hair brush..."
Some of that is still relevant. However, I no longer enjoy Taco Bell, especially at 3 in the morning.
Fast forward thirteen years. We have two daughters. I sometimes wonder what I would say if I were to send an email trying to introduce myself. Most of my attempts read like a resume "Married Mother of 2 daughters, enjoys long baths and reading. Enjoys exercising and eating healthy. Loves Jesus."
So, I'm going to take a cue from my 18 year old self, and try this approach:
Hello, My name is Amber. Here's a little about me:
I'm spontaneous. I love to be free and surprises are the way to my heart. I love words, eloquent long words that are rarely used anymore. I sleep with a stuffed hippo because I can. I love to wear perfume that reminds me of when I was younger. I d not like make up. When I do, I love to accent my eyes. The greatest joys in my life are my two daughters. I compete in Highland games. I still fall in love with the wrong people though I am completely committed to my husband. I wish I could visit Australia. I am a bit obsessed with Hugh Jackman. My favorite color is green. For fun, I spend way too much time on Facebook and various other sites.
I have returned to school, but failed again. I am hoping for one more attempt. Second hand shopping is my favorite. I love. My house is often cluttered but still somehow feels like home.
I still go weak kneed over my husband's blue eyes. The whiff of a man's cologne in the autumn air takes my breath away.
It's nice to meet you.
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