Funny, when I step back from my life...and look at it from outside observers standpoint, I realize that as odd as our daily family life seems to me...to someone else, it must seem downright freaky.
For example, our sleeping arrangements. My husband sleeps on the couch. Mainly because his snoring would surely cause an avalanche if he was placed on a mountain
ledge. Partly, he choose to sleep there due to waking with me baring my bicuspids with a snarling sneer while white knuckling a pillow over him. Would I have really done him in you wonder?? Why.......yes. Yes, I would..............................................................................ahhhhh, yes....to have quiet uninterrupted dreams. A woman should only have to take so much, ya know??
My children have now entered the stage of their lives that at times is so fun, and at
other times, brings out other homicidal tendencies in me. I must not realize that my voice becomes completely muted when I think I am communicating with the children. I can ask for messes to be picked up, homework be completed, laundry to be folded...and there isn't a flinch, a blink, a single movement that shows words were uttered. Hmmmm....how interesting. However, a soda can be opened, a candy wrapper ever-so-gently handled, and suddenly they have superhuman hearing that could detect a mouse tooting fifty feet away.
Then there's our pets. They are loved much, spoiled rotten, and overfed. We recently listed our house for sale, and it is cleaner than it has been in months.
Not that I really think my pets have conspired with my children to do evil deeds against their mother, but actions do speak louder than words. One of the cats
is a picky eater, and likes cat treats over the moist food. If he does not finish his treats, the other furry fatties in the house help themselves. Inevitably, the unnatural neon colors that the pet food industry places in the food for Lord knows what reason, ends up hurled in an arched projectile pattern on my white carpet. Most of the house is tile...but NOooo, they must make their way to the carpeted areas.
At this moment I am channeling the spirit of Rodney Dangerfield...."I tell ya, I get no respect....no respect at all!!"
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Tea for One
After getting the children to school this morning, I decided to skip the Starbuck's visit, make
a pot of coffee and get busy doing some catch up chores from the weekend. I had a nice conversation with a cheerful friend, hung up the phone and felt like an antonym of her after
a long sleepless night.
I caught a glimpse of myself while passing the dresser mirror. I actually said out loud "Now THAT is coyote ugly".....followed by "Dang". Boy...the truth hurts. Hair in a low twisted
ponytail...after having a new haircut and highlights that I feel (when I wear my glasses) makes
me look way too much like Gloria Steinem. Sans makeup, baggie sweats, and slouchy socks.
OOoooooh yeah...pure glamour. I thought, wait a minute, I love dressing up....who says I have to look like this for a day at home?? Put the mug down, threw off the paint covered sweats (yet another charming detail in the ensemble), wiggled into a pretty dress,
slid on some sassy high heels, the makeup (wow....what a difference a little paint and spackle does make), and brushed out the new 'do. I felt myself stand taller, a new swing in the step, and
proceeded to put the remaining coffee into one of my pretty china cups. Next, the ipod went
on to my twenty favorite songs...which includes everything from Andrea Bocelli to Velvet Revolver, and proceeded to fold clothes and dust my house. Granted...not practical in many
ways, but this housewife sure did feel better about myself...even if my feet hurt in the process.
a pot of coffee and get busy doing some catch up chores from the weekend. I had a nice conversation with a cheerful friend, hung up the phone and felt like an antonym of her after
a long sleepless night.
I caught a glimpse of myself while passing the dresser mirror. I actually said out loud "Now THAT is coyote ugly".....followed by "Dang". Boy...the truth hurts. Hair in a low twisted
ponytail...after having a new haircut and highlights that I feel (when I wear my glasses) makes
me look way too much like Gloria Steinem. Sans makeup, baggie sweats, and slouchy socks.
OOoooooh yeah...pure glamour. I thought, wait a minute, I love dressing up....who says I have to look like this for a day at home?? Put the mug down, threw off the paint covered sweats (yet another charming detail in the ensemble), wiggled into a pretty dress,
slid on some sassy high heels, the makeup (wow....what a difference a little paint and spackle does make), and brushed out the new 'do. I felt myself stand taller, a new swing in the step, and
proceeded to put the remaining coffee into one of my pretty china cups. Next, the ipod went
on to my twenty favorite songs...which includes everything from Andrea Bocelli to Velvet Revolver, and proceeded to fold clothes and dust my house. Granted...not practical in many
ways, but this housewife sure did feel better about myself...even if my feet hurt in the process.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Looking for the sweet things
April brings with it such delightful things. Such as watching the little eggs of our nesting
bluebird hatch. The 5 eggs that had resembled blue peanut m&m's, are now tiny chirping fluffballs. They wait quietly while their mother ventures off for the next meal. All the while, the
daddy bluebird keeps close watch over his young. It is a sweet and tender sight to behold.
Only two weeks from the time they hatch to when they will be ready to fly away. I think to myself..."Poor little mama....too short of a time to spend with your babies."
Then, as I hear my own offspring begin to argue in the background....it brings a smile to my face as I think of a funny quote..."God gives us children, so death doesn't come as such a disappointment." Of course that's not what I feel. However...replace the word "children" with
"a spouse".....................(just kidding...)
I relish the cool breezes...the serene rustling sound as it blows through the fresh peridot colored leaves. Closing my eyes to take in a long breath, the air seems to reach more deeply into my lungs, and I feel a sense of peace.
The scent of gardenia and roses, brings fond childhood memories of family dinners on the patio.
Wonderful platters of passed down recipes. Strange how thoughts of fried chicken (proper pan-fried buttermilk chicken...thank you very much) and chow chow can evoke strong emotions.
I will enjoy the spring, and do my best to focus on the simple pleasures that surround me.
bluebird hatch. The 5 eggs that had resembled blue peanut m&m's, are now tiny chirping fluffballs. They wait quietly while their mother ventures off for the next meal. All the while, the
daddy bluebird keeps close watch over his young. It is a sweet and tender sight to behold.
Only two weeks from the time they hatch to when they will be ready to fly away. I think to myself..."Poor little mama....too short of a time to spend with your babies."
Then, as I hear my own offspring begin to argue in the background....it brings a smile to my face as I think of a funny quote..."God gives us children, so death doesn't come as such a disappointment." Of course that's not what I feel. However...replace the word "children" with
"a spouse".....................(just kidding...)
I relish the cool breezes...the serene rustling sound as it blows through the fresh peridot colored leaves. Closing my eyes to take in a long breath, the air seems to reach more deeply into my lungs, and I feel a sense of peace.
The scent of gardenia and roses, brings fond childhood memories of family dinners on the patio.
Wonderful platters of passed down recipes. Strange how thoughts of fried chicken (proper pan-fried buttermilk chicken...thank you very much) and chow chow can evoke strong emotions.
I will enjoy the spring, and do my best to focus on the simple pleasures that surround me.
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