Seriously, Where Does the Time Go?



In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been quite derelict in blogging away. It’s because I’ve been busy doing what exactly? Drumroll please. I don’t know! All that “little bit of this and little bit of that” adds up to a whole lot of nothing — or is it really something?

Let’s see, this very morning was a perfect (or not so-perfect) example. I managed to read a few pages in my book, “The Praying Life” which is awesome by the way and then put together two gifts and wrapped them up to mail. One was a baby gift and the other was a surprise gift for my mother who is going to Florida next week. (Hope she doesn’t read this before she gets it.) Let’s see — I read the paper and the news on the internet, checked email and Facebook incessantly (problem!), took a shower and got ready for the gym (wrong order, I know), and ate some cereal and took some “vites” (slang for vitamins around these parts). Then the dinner decision was made for tonight –quesadillas. Let the defrosting begin!

Man, there must be something else — oh, the Saminator. I gave him a bath because they have class pictures today with a real live bunny. Plus he was looking a little too scruffy for the likes of a professional photographer from a company called “Happy Face.” The bath is unfortunately a big deal for him because he loathes it! Yes, he loves to swim but detests the bath because he hates washing his hair. Needless to say, the whole process always takes lots of time, cajoling, and patience, not my strong point as you may have noticed. After selecting his swim mask of choice (and favorite snorkel), we made mohawks out of his shampoo-filled hair and got ‘er done, thank God.

Then we were off on an even more time-consuming dilemma –coming up with a springy-yet-warm outfit to wear to school today for the bunny pics. It is a blustery 38 degrees outside today, so how exactly does one make a Norwegian sweater and down jacket look all springified? (Is that a word? I suspect not.) I managed to find a brand-new light blue oxford I must have bought on sale last year (or my alter ego) and literally squeezed him into some cute khakis that used to fit him last fall without a big squeeze. Hope he doesn’t have to go to the bathroom before the pictures because they may not get those pants buttoned back up. Not my problem. That’s why those preschool teachers get the big bucks, right?

Hmmnn.. what else? While I was packing Sam’s bag with his daily ration of raisins for snack, he discovered a cute stuffed bear in my gift closet, open because yours truly forgot to shut it. Whoops! Seeing he was in very temporary state of love, I decided to roll with it — and work it. Here was my nefarious plan — I told him he could have it if he would actually get on the phone and talk to his Beantown grandparents. (That’s called a bribe.) It worked although he did have one caveat, “I want to talk to Pops first because he is a boy.” Guess he hasn’t realized that Grams does all the toy shopping…

Of course there were a few other things, but that would get boring — even more so than these juicy tidbits. Scary, I know.
So if you ask me what I’ve been up to lately, I’m actually trying to spare you of lots of inane chatter when I say with a shrug, “I don’t know.” I actually do know, but know that deep down you don’t really want to know. Trust me on this one.

LibbY

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