A few thoughts on a drizzly afternoon…
Cake in the oven is a wonderful smell. It’s birthday cake #2 for Brian, who will have a couple of friends over tomorrow evening to celebrate. His actual birthday was last week. Same kind of cake (butter yellow with chocolate peanut butter frosting) by his request.
I should be vacuuming the family room (where many of tomorrow evening’s festivities will be taking place) but I am relaxing for a few minutes, having worked on a last-minute project for work all morning. Break time.
I should also be figuring out what the kids will eat for dinner tonight. Today is the last of my evening choir rehearsals until the fall. Can I get an amen? I love my choir and I love my job, but I am ready for a break from the Thursday night grind, and the weekly dinner conundrum of having to find something easy and fast and a sure win for the kids so Earl doesn’t have to listen to their complaints about food.
Maisy had a spa day today, and I colored my hair. We both feel pretty.
I received my grade for my theology class in the mail today. I got an A! I had a good feeling after I aced (literally) the midterm, but given the epic slackoff in which I engaged afterward, I wasn’t so sure. I’m glad it all worked out.
I was pretty disappointed in some work stuff yesterday. Sometimes I try so hard, and things just don’t go as I would like them to go. It’s maddening, especially those things that flow from personality (introverted/extroverted stuff…don’t get me started.) I swam with the sharks of anger and frustration for quite a while afterwards, and then just thought, well, maybe the reason things are so hard is because that’s not how they’re going to go down. And maybe there’s a reason for that, which I don’t understand. And I started to feel a lot better after realizing that.
Shortly after I got out of the shark tank, there was a family squabble to deal with. I could hear it escalating in the other room, until the big brother started crying. Little brother had hit him in the face with a towel. Off to early bed went the little brother, who then proceeded to pout and cry and finally to tell me that no one in his family notices him, and furthermore, that we treat him like a pack of hot dogs. When I questioned him, trying not to laugh while also trying to help him see just how silly his comparison was, he downgraded himself to a package of tofu. Since you can’t get much lower than tofu, I decided to leave the poor kid alone to go to sleep. He was fine this morning.
I do wish I could keep writing. There’s something about a rainy day that puts me in a writing mood. But the timer just went off, so the cake needs to come out of the oven and that family room has to get vacuumed. Until the next rainy day, perhaps….