this is why we can't have nice things

I am pretty careful with social media. I don't often post about religion or politics on facebook or twitter, very seldom do I even mention these things on my personal blog. They are private and personal things. I am happy to discuss them with you if you can play nice, but I don't really want to argue my position with some guy I only know because he was in my tenth grade geography class. He's not interested in why I believe what I do, he just wants to tell me I'm wrong whilst being condescending and that's a very different sort of discussion. I get it. We don't all agree on stuff. Any stuff. And sometimes, we feel really, really strongly about said stuff. I totally get that too. I'm right there with you. I feel really strongly about some stuff. What I don't understand is exactly when our society lost the ability to behave like adults. When did the fact that someone disagrees with you become a personal insult? When did it become acceptable to screech at each other like harpies on national television? When did being hateful and mean become an acceptable way to express your views? I don't understand what happened to civil discourse. Emphasis on the civil. I am embarrassed and appalled by the behavior of almost every single person who supposedly represents me, irregardless of political party. It has become the standard to be proud of the fact that everyone refuses to compromise on anything. Which means absolutely nothing ever gets done. None of us should be expecting to get our way all the time. That's not how democracy is supposed to work and it's why ours isn't working. We have to compromise to move forward. We have to give each other the benefit of the doubt, to assume that even when we disagree about the best way to do things, that what we all want is to create a safe, healthy, prosperous place full of opportunity for everyone. There is no perfect way forward, and we will stumble, but if we don't learn to work together we will stagnate and that, I would argue, is far, far worse.

lazy daisy

I took a nap this morning. Don't tell anyone because I'm totally embarrassed. I've just been soooo sleepy since I got back from Utah and I haven't had time to do anything about it. Friday mornings both boys are at school (J only goes once a week). I got home from dropping them off and instead of working on my always extensive to-do list I crawled back under my covers and set the alarm for 90 minutes later. I had insanely crazy dreams. To make up for the wasted time I cleaned out the pantry and grocery shopped before I went to pick up my peanuts. I still feel guilty. And sleepy.

worst. gift. ever.

Maybe I 'm a total grinch, but honestly. I drove past a cemetery this morning. They had a sign advertising holiday, pre-need specials. Seriously? I don't care how close to death I am, you had better not get me a cemetary plot for Christmas. There is just no way that's o.k.. None. Just don't get me anything. I would really prefer that if this is my only alternative.

                                   

on the verge of tears

I have mono. Again. Awesome. I totally have time for that. In December. But that is not what this post is about. It is about the fact that I have gotten all teary like ten times in the last two days. I cried at a playdate yesterday (sorry, Jo), while watching youtube this morning and while simply thinking to my self while sewing. I made myself cry. Could I be a bigger loser. I think not. I attribute this to the fatigue and irritated spleen that come along with my "condition". Did you know your spleen could make you cry? Me neither.

why i look like this

Dear Mom,

I need you. I need you to come stay with me for a month or so. I will teach you all about my bedtime routine and then, I need you to enforce it. I want to go run at 5:30 am, in order for this to happen, I need to go to bed by 9:30. That means lights off. No "just going to finish this chapter" reading, no computer, no texting, no cleaning, no laundry,and no more sewing. You have to help me be O.K. with going to bed with unfinished projects, because I just can't seem to do that and it is really messing with my sleeping. Then, I can't get up to run in the morning and so I have to go run while Tommy is at school which is when I should be doing all sorts of other things and the behind-ness just gets worse as the day progresses, thus causing me to stay up late at night finishing things and beginning the cycle all over. My kids go to bed on time almost always. This is because I understand how important it is for them to get enough sleep. Once again, I am a hypocrite. A very tired, puffy-eyed hypocrite.

I need what my children have. Someone who is so worried about their welfare that they will force me to do what is best for me even when I fight them. Ty can't help because he doesn't' believe in telling me what to do (bless his heart). If you don't come soon, I will lose my looks completely and become a bridge troll out of sheer orneriness. Hmmmm, do bridge trolls get to go to bed? Probably. I bet they don't even have unfinished projects.

Love, Me

just like the boy scouts

Several months ago I bought a bag of frozen brussel sprouts. See, I was under the impression that my Beloved had a thing for them and I was trying to be an awesome wife. Plus, I thought maybe he could convince the kids that they were yummy, a feat that I, even with all my actor's training and experience, just couldn't do. I mean really, what are they, little tiny cabbages? Ugh. Yeah, I was mistaken. Apparently it's lima beans he adores. Whatever. So now I have a lonely bag of brussel sprouts in the freezer. No one in this house will eat them, but I just can't throw them away. It's a total waste of perfectly good food and people in Indonesia are starving for heavens' sake! Every time I see them in the back of the very bottom shelf I get this pang of guilt. I should cook them, we should eat them. And we will. When there is some sort of disaster and the grocery stores are all closed and we have eaten every other single thing in the house. Then, we will be glad of those brussel sprouts. See, I'm just thinking ahead.

*P.S. Craft show was fun. I only sold one premade apron but left with several custom orders and an inflated ego from all the compliments.