Tell me this?Who blocked out the sun?
DON'T *I* HAVE GOALS???
DON'T *I* HAVE DREAMS?? .............................................
NO............. BUT I HAVE A TOILET BOWL THAT"S SPRING!TIME!FRESH!!
All this domesticatin' is wearin' me thin, I tell ya.
I have made breakfast, lunch and dinner PLUS home made snacks and desserts EVERY SINGLE DAY for 2 and a half weeks. Just this week, I have already made 2 pies, 2 loaves of whole wheat bread, one batch of Halloween cookies, and I am staring at a whole plate, piled high with homemade, soft pretzels.
And it's only TUESDAY!
(Now, all of you who do this on a regular basis and DON'T complain about it, please sit quietly while I whine for a moment. Thanks)
DO you know where I've been this week?
Church.
And Food Lion.
I actually caught myself DESIRING to talk to the produce guy. Not that I ever MIND talking to him, but I mean.......I don't ever *think* about it, ya know?He's just old......and slightly creepy....but nice.(You can ask Thomasina, she knows.) But I think I might have frightened him. He was stacking the broccoli with an ever increasing speed as I chatted on animatedly about my day. And no, it turns out you're NOT allowed back behind those swinging doors unless you are a Food Lion employee.
But on the bright side, lessons have been going well. And the children seem strangely delighted with the return of their homemaking mother. Oh- AND my boredom has forced me to work out again, seriously. (Well, THAT and the fact that I've also been EATING a lot of the stuff I've been cooking) I started back again this week, after about a 3 week off and on thing with my work-outs.
So tomorrow I will spend the day screaming involuntarily with every activity that causes sitting, standing, reaching, pushing or pulling. And I'll wonder what on earth ever possesses me to STOP working out, when starting up again is so danged hard. But having done so, I shall put off being a total lard butt for awhile longer.
So, think of me while you visit at your coffee shops, while you pick out your new polish before your manicure, and when you put on that new lipstick. Think of me. ANd wipe a tear.
I'll be here dreaming up chicken coop plans and thinking about new ways to make potatoes fun and exciting.
Cheers!
Melissa
3 comments:
OMG, beeeen theeeerrrrre! In fact, I think it's going around. There's been a similar theme over the last few weeks on other blogs. So you are not alone. And it's the poor kid who runs the kids' soccer group that has to nervously look busy when I come in.
=-)
NO!!! You can't go into domestic bliss!! That's where I live!! Remember, I'm living vicariously through YOU! Now get out there, get a fabulous haircut I can envy, freak out about a pair of boots, go back to the beach so I can curse your name under my breath, I NEED THAT!! DO IT FOR THE LITTLE PEOPLE!!! (not really, i love your domestication...just wish I could sample a pretzle...yuuuum)
What are these things called manicure and lipstick of which you speak?? Someone else mentioned another funny word to me this week, it was "shower". Guess I better go get the dictionary off the shelf. :)
Wanna feel better? I am envious of you spring-time fresh toilet bowl. I am sinking over here, sinking I tell you!!! Kids are everywhere, they're all over me! It's kinda creepy.
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