falling off the wagon....


it is funny
how easily
one can fall
off
the organized wagon.

last week
we had menu plans,
grocery lists made and added to
as items were used,
homework schedule up and running...
laundry loads under control.

this week?
a bad day yesterday
and a resulting headache last night...
overflowing hampers,
take out for supper last night,
dishes in the sink
and rushing to get last night's homework done
in between a trip to convenience store
for gatorade
because we ran out of juice boxes for lunches.

how did this happen?
i guess i'm either on the ball...
or totally under it...
there is no in-between.

and today...
i'm under.

copycatting my own version of saturday love

i have seen a meme floating around
on many of my favorite blogs
and have been intending to do a friday i'm in love
post for awhile
so decided to incorporate....

(with a few photos interspersed...
cause the new camera is still one of my new loves
after all.)


i have been loving this by one of my all time favorite
authors...she has been rumored to be a force to be
reckoned with but really, i think the interviewer
was asking for it in this one.

this sweater song, the bittersweet possibility of a new
(and last) album by this band, still loving this song (thanks
to bridget)

this sweater (and this girl's blog)(and this girl)

i am so excited about this and this and so definitely this!

i want to read this book, and this...and maybe this...and own this.

and i have been absorbed by her photos and words, her stunning
pictures and thoughts, her story, her insight, and her strength
and determination and the words of these women...

phew.
that is a lot of linkage!

pass it on

it occurred to me today

as i ushered 7-two-weeks-from-8
out the door
telling him to be brave,
to do his best,
that it doesn't matter if he makes the
provincials
for the track and meet race today
or not
what matters is that he tries
and that he has fun

that i was doing just what my mom
has been doing for me
for the past two weeks
leading up to our skydiving adventure
on one hand telling me she is proud
and i am brave
and on the other
offering me that unconditional love
and reassurance
in the form of worry
and warnings
not to jump if i don't want to,
not to feel pressured,
at 37 she is giving me the
stand up for yourself
and only do what you feel comfortable with...
and it's nice.

and i realize that as much as most days
my day revolves around being someone's mom
that i am also as much a daughter.

monday update


saturday
my husband and his two sisters
and i
were going to go sky diving
with my husband's father
who
was turning seventy
on sunday
and said that this
was what he wanted to do.

we went and took the five hour long course
and i was ready and mentally prepared to go...
lets get this done!
but
it was too windy
so we have had to postpone actual jump
til next sunday.


last saturday
my husband totally surprised me
(which he very rarely ever does,
he usually has a hard time with secrets)
by replacing our "vintage" kitchen floor
with a brand new floor...
to say i was excited
would be
a slight
understatement.


i fell in
love
with this shirt.