Thursday, May 10, 2007
A survey of my interior
I want a cinnanmon crunch bagel with hazelnut cream cheese from Panera. I want a maid. I want a weekend away with my husband. I want my kids to stop bickering. I want a day back with each of my kids when they were 4 years old. I want my memory back, so I won't keep forgetting things like dentist appointments and mailing in camp registration forms on time for my daughter.
I think crocs look really silly, but I wear them anyway. I think I was born 100 years too late. I think kids today have too much to say. I think I sound more and more like my mother each day. I think I need to get some highlights to cover my gray. I think I don't even know who Paris Hilton is and why does everyone talk about her?
I need to lose 25 lbs. I need to tweeze my eyebrows. I need to make an appointment for the dog's shots. I need to groom the cat. I need to weed the rose garden. I need to pay bills. I need to finish the photo collage for my 8th grader's graduation. I need to finish cataloging books for the Parish Library. I need to RSVP for a graduation party. I need to clean off my desk. I need to reschedule a dentist appointment.
I dream about living by the ocean. I dream about not being so scattered and harried. I dream about finding my gifts and using them as God intended. I dream about my children being grown, and my husband and I traveling. I dream every night and remember a lot of my dreams.
I love Ben & Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream. I love the smell of lavendar soap. I love teapots, chocolate and shopping in antique shops. I love to buy pocketbooks. I love books. I love my dog. I love getting into my pajamas early in the evening. I love my son's dimples, my daughter's full lips, and my other son's hair when it gets long and curls at the ends. I love the sound of my husband's footsteps coming in the door at 5:00.
I hate portabello mushrooms. I hate spending an hour and a half getting my hair highlighted. I hate the sound of whining children. I hate teacher inservice days. I hate political ads on t.v. I hate having to (try) to explain school shootings to my kids.
I like the checker at Target who reminds me of my grandpa. I like watching all the credits at the end of the movie. I like Scrabble and helping my son with his vocab lessons. I like looking at other people's family photographs. I like to sleep in.
I dread cholesterol tests. I dread report cards. I dread cleaning bathrooms. I dread ever having to pack up and move from this house.
I need to finish this up. I need to drive my friend to Greeley today. I need to call the pediatrician's office to see if my daughter's camp forms are ready. I need to quiz my son for his religion final. I need to quiz my son for his social studies final. I need to go to my brother's house to cut some fresh lilacs. I need to go for a walk. I need to do laundry. I need to write a book review. I need a cinnamon crunch bagel with hazelnut cream cheese from Panera.