Laundry and Buttercups...
All the flowers...
...would have very extra special powers... they would sit and talk to me for hours... when I'm lonely, IN A WORLD OF MY OWN. (Alice in Wonderland)
Well, today started off like any other day.
"O.K. I just have to make it til nap time." I tell myself, as I pour my second cup of coffee.
There are mounds of laundry to do. I have planned Easter festivities in my home on thursday and saturday. We have family to visit this weekend. My dining room table has clothes, piled two feet high on top, waiting to be packed away in the attic. I'm still feeling pretty awful (pregnancy wise) ... Better... but still awful.
The goal for me is usually to simply survive until nap time... and maybe accomplish something. One thing would make it a productive day. Yes... "Just pick one task..." I say to myself, "... and do it."
So what do I do with this influx of data whirling around in my head?
BUTTERCUPS! We passed a field of buttercups on the way to church last sunday... and I haven't been able to get them out of my head.
Something must be done about the buttercups. It is not enough to simply drive by and comment "Aren't they nice?"
No! Buttercups were meant to be frolicked among and twirled in. So my imagination starts running miles, way before I physically catch up with it. I don't move too quickly in the morning... I sit there and sip my coffee... no sudden movements. But, by the time my mug is empty, my mind is made up and the plan is in motion.
Elliot must wear his overalls in the buttercups, naturally. However, the overalls are filthy and at the bottom of one of the mounds of laundry. No problem, it'll take me an hour to get out of the door, so I'll just throw a load of laundry in while we're packing up.
Breakfast for both kids. Iron Evangeline's dress. Find matching shoes. Pack bags. Find the camera. Juice. Snacks. Hairbrush. Multiple bows (just in case). Quilt, for the kids to sit on. Boots, in case the field is muddy... AND a few time outs and melt downs later... WE'RE OFF!
My mom happens to be right down the street from the field, so she says she'll stop by and help me out. THANK GOD.
We had a wonderful time. In 'a world of my own'... the birds were singing and my children were giggling with delight.
In 'reality'... my allergies hit the roof and my back went out somewhere between the mosquito infested mud puddle and the pile of old tires and beer cans.
We are now home and the kids are napping. The laundry is still sitting in piles... and my back starts to spasm every time I sneeze... (which is every few minutes, thanks to this glorious field of buttercups).
I am enjoying an afternoon cocktail of benedryl and coffee... and I have these precious pictures to commemorate 'THE MORNING OF BUTTERCUPS'.
...would have very extra special powers... they would sit and talk to me for hours... when I'm lonely, IN A WORLD OF MY OWN. (Alice in Wonderland)
Well, today started off like any other day.
"O.K. I just have to make it til nap time." I tell myself, as I pour my second cup of coffee.
There are mounds of laundry to do. I have planned Easter festivities in my home on thursday and saturday. We have family to visit this weekend. My dining room table has clothes, piled two feet high on top, waiting to be packed away in the attic. I'm still feeling pretty awful (pregnancy wise) ... Better... but still awful.
The goal for me is usually to simply survive until nap time... and maybe accomplish something. One thing would make it a productive day. Yes... "Just pick one task..." I say to myself, "... and do it."
So what do I do with this influx of data whirling around in my head?
BUTTERCUPS! We passed a field of buttercups on the way to church last sunday... and I haven't been able to get them out of my head.
Something must be done about the buttercups. It is not enough to simply drive by and comment "Aren't they nice?"
No! Buttercups were meant to be frolicked among and twirled in. So my imagination starts running miles, way before I physically catch up with it. I don't move too quickly in the morning... I sit there and sip my coffee... no sudden movements. But, by the time my mug is empty, my mind is made up and the plan is in motion.
Elliot must wear his overalls in the buttercups, naturally. However, the overalls are filthy and at the bottom of one of the mounds of laundry. No problem, it'll take me an hour to get out of the door, so I'll just throw a load of laundry in while we're packing up.
Breakfast for both kids. Iron Evangeline's dress. Find matching shoes. Pack bags. Find the camera. Juice. Snacks. Hairbrush. Multiple bows (just in case). Quilt, for the kids to sit on. Boots, in case the field is muddy... AND a few time outs and melt downs later... WE'RE OFF!
My mom happens to be right down the street from the field, so she says she'll stop by and help me out. THANK GOD.
We had a wonderful time. In 'a world of my own'... the birds were singing and my children were giggling with delight.
In 'reality'... my allergies hit the roof and my back went out somewhere between the mosquito infested mud puddle and the pile of old tires and beer cans.
We are now home and the kids are napping. The laundry is still sitting in piles... and my back starts to spasm every time I sneeze... (which is every few minutes, thanks to this glorious field of buttercups).
I am enjoying an afternoon cocktail of benedryl and coffee... and I have these precious pictures to commemorate 'THE MORNING OF BUTTERCUPS'.
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