It's About Me

Most of my days seem to be a whirl of activity that takes me from one task to another, each important in its own way, yet some how nothing ever seems to get completed. I make sure that Devon’s homeschool is kept up to date. On bad days when he doesn’t want to do his work so much that he shows me how ‘hard’ it is for him to write neatly.

And on good days when he looks like a million bucks and acts like it too.

We were taking these up close shots of his new hair cut when I noticed his ears hadn’t been cleaned in what looked like 3 years. He didn’t believe me. The good thing about having such a nice camera, it gets all the gory up close details. So I took a picture of his ear.

He’s been using Q-tips like crazy ever since. He walked into the kitchen the other night after his shower wanting to show me what he dug out of his belly button.

I almost threw up.

The animals are always a big part of my day. Cassie seems to find treasures in the oddest of places and she’s quite sneaky about it as well. One day I came home to discover my newly purchased quilting thread in the middle of the floor looking a bit worse for wear.

The crazy thing is, she found it in my quilting bag, right next to the other thread. Why she only wanted the one, I don’t know, but considering the other two were harder to find and are specific to my curtains, I’m glad she only got the quilting thread.

She’s such a terd. Just ate my very comfortable $20 flip flops. I never spend that much money on flip flops. So she has expensive tastes too. I should beat her.

I’ve discovered yoga. We’ve quit drinking and I quit smoking almost 4 years ago so I needed an outlet for a huge amount of stress. Oddly, for someone who spends 99% of her time at home, I find myself with an incredible amount of anxiety and aggravation. Yoga helps. Not quite as good as 3 or 4 glasses of wine, but a lot better for me. I guess. Between Devon’s moods, two jobs, an elderly finicky pushy cat, two large dogs, cub scouts and everything else demanding my time, I get agitated pretty easily. On some days I really miss the alcohol.

Sometimes, and it’s not very often, but I’m trying harder these days, I get to do fun stuff that I really like to do, like can, quilt or shoot the guns. I spent a few hours the other day test driving the new pressure cooker. I took the regulator thing off so the steam wouldn’t build up.

I didn’t need it to cook with though, just a water bath for some tomatoes and peaches. It really seemed like we bought a bunch of both but this is all I got. They’re quarts, but it was a whole lot of work for not much return. I’ll remember that next time and get three times what I think I need.

One of these days I’ll finish something. I’m not sure when that day will be. Perhaps when there are more than 24 hours in a day. Or when I retire. Or maybe when I give something else up.

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