Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Fickle Funk


I have been in a funk lately.  
I hate being faced with the reality that I am a fickle person.  
It goes against everything I stand for.  Blasted.

Moving on.

Here are some random updates in no particular order:

I stink at blogging.

We have still not closed on our lake property.  Winter is coming.  Please God.  Can you hear me?  Hello?  Heelloooo???

Oli turned 4.  We had a little party for him.  
Played hide-n-seek in the trees.  And speaking of hide-n-seek . . . such a terrible game for someone with anxiety.  We are teaching the children to hide from the adults and not come out when you call for them.   Breathe.  Breathe.
Because of said anxiety, I made the rule that all children had to hide with an adult.
I ruin birthday parties.

Coop and Oli.
Dinosaur Hooks! 
Brother2 finally got a closet.  I never thought about where he kept his clothes.  One day I asked and he pointed at a plastic bin.  This might be more of a second world problem.

I have started preparing for the holiday sale - - which means, I have started to panic about the holiday sale.

 
Boyd has been working weekends.  I find this highly annoying.

I am contemplating going back to school.  I am unsure of why.  
Apparently I prefer to stay in debt.   Take that Dave Ramsey.

I have been volunteering a little bit for the fourth grade class at Hamlin.  When asked what the difference is between the southern region and our region (midwest) one kid piped up with: “We shovel snow and they just play”.   Amen, little man.

Brother2 is doing a lot of fundraising for the 8th grade D.C. trip.  I remind him thrice weekly that I did not get to go on this trip.   Imagine my 8th grader delight when my mom informed me that instead of me going with my friends to our nation’s capital that I get to go with my famdamily?! Totally not bitter.

I AM enjoying living in the country though.  I go for many walks and I even have an entourage.  Typically all 3 dogs and all 3 cats trail after me.  It makes me feel special and never fails to make me smile.

This friend is Oreo.

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