Like Mother, Like Daughter(s)

Korinthia Klein, in the comments yesterday, kindly offered some advice to relieve the doldrums of my coming week:  

What's something you've always wanted to do? I always feel excited to be tackling a project that's just my own. Sounds like you're in a perfect place to pick something.

Doesn't quite look like this yet...

Considering that I am the QUEEN of unfinished projects, Korinthia should think twice before encouraging that sort of behavior.  My house is replete with the relics of my creative pursuits - items I have begun making in lieu of attending to basic household responsibilities.  As of this moment, in fact, I have a pair of socks AND a lace shawl AND a winter hat on the needles (3 separate sets of needles, of course).  Also? A crocheted cotton hat is currently languishing on my couch, waiting for me to finish it.

Tell me, am I the only crafter who starts hating all her projects halfway through?

Oh, and just last week, instead of cooking dinner, I spent 2 hours cutting strips from fabric scraps so that the girls could make this rug for their room.


Of course, at this point, the rug is sitting around only partly done.  My daughters, alas, have obviously learned a thing or two from me.


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Post-Menstrual Syndrome

Well!  I started feeling better enough today to be bitchy when Larry and the boys returned from their whitewater rafting weekend.  That's me, making you sorry you came home, since 2013...

I don't know...was it being trapped in the house all day with an 8-year-old who can't amuse herself?  Maybe it was seeing both unshowered-for-2-days boys SITTING ON MY FURNITURE before cleaning themselves up.  Or it could have been the mess of sleeping bags and tents in my formerly-known-as-clean living room...

I'd like to blame it all on PMS, but I can't do that post-menopause, can I?  Is it POST-menstrual syndrome now?

I really need to get a new job - at least that used to get me out of the house on weekends.  I'm here ALL WEEK being the mom.  I just can't take it 24/7.  Not anymore.  2 decades is a LONG time.

I feel like this a lot.

I did work a bit yesterday, actually - I gave in to a friend's pleas to help her go through boxes of stuff that she needed to discard or sort or give away.  We powered through 10 boxes in less than 2 hours (while bribing the little girls with chocolate), and then I made sure that the giveaways made it out to her car trunk (to avoid the dreaded household-junk-reabsorption syndrome - HJR, that is, to us professional declutterers).

In the meantime, it is clutter central around this house of mine.   I am SUCH a hypocrite.

This same woman has convinced me to sign up for an MS bike-a-thon in June.  This is what I get for having a friend who is a medical doctor.  My knitting friends just like to sit around and knit and eat cheesecake.  I'm thinking that there are some types of peer pressure I prefer over others.

That's all I got, folks.  The week looms, and I am not prepared in the least.  There's schoolwork, and some boring adult obligations, and Susie has a birthday on Saturday.  Presents might be a good idea, right?  And a cake?

[Clutter cartoon: Shop RTO]

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All The Wrinkled Ladies

Don't you hate how, when you're sick and need sleep, you can't sleep because you're too sick?  I've been tired and under the weather all day, so I can't even attempt a blog post right now.  I'll just put this out there for any of you who may have missed it when it first came out.

I already posted this three years ago, but I still love it. Shake it, ladies!

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The Dangers Of Exercise

So, I've finally come down with the stupid cold/sore throat thing the younger kids have been passing around for a couple of weeks.  I'll have you know that, as of this morning, I was still going strong.  I did my tummy trimmers video, took Susie to the dentist, bicycled to the bank with the 3 youngest, and did a 3-mile power walk with a friend early this afternoon.

Going through a lot of these...

But exercise is obviously detrimental to my health.  Because, after that walk, everything went to hell, head-nose-and-throat-wise.  Also, household-wise -- I think the kids ate ice cream for dinner.  I don't really know, because I have a sort of "Don't ask, don't tell" policy on that sort of thing.  But I sure as heck didn't hear any whining from the kitchen while I napped upstairs.  And there seemed to be some clinking of spoons going on. I was too sick to care.

And now I'm awake at midnight, because I had that nap.  Also, the caffeine in the Excedrin Migraine I've been popping is keeping me up.  The Sudafed isn't helping matters any. 

Words With Friends, anyone?  Just start a game with suburbancorrespondent.



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Me, Me, Me

You know the 10-minute tummy trimmers ab workout video I posted as a joke in my post about shapewear?  It occurred to me that I could put it on my IPod Touch and actually, you know, DO it.  It was an epiphany of sorts.  So I've done just that, for 3 days now.  I think it's working, if by "working" you mean making my rib cage hurt whenever I laugh, or turn over in bed, or try to sit up.

That's good, right?

In other news, the shapewear it took me 3 hours to find worked just dandy.  Now I'm wondering if I can wear it under my tankini.  You see, the girls are asking me to take them to the pool this weekend.  And we all know what that means - it means I will have to face the dreaded first wearing of the swimsuit, that annual rite of self-loathing and humiliation.  I really don't know what I hate more - the roll of post-menopausal stomach fat, the cellulite peeking out from beneath the skirted bottom, or the crazy grid of postpartum varicose veins that render my legs and feet a purplish green.  Apparently, middle age is making me pay for the fact that I never had acne as a teenager.

In other news, both little girls have been coughing like 2-pack-a-day smokers every morning.  It's either the residue of the stupid colds they should both be over by now, or else it's drug-resistant tuberculosis.  Dr. Google isn't very specific on that. 

And that's all, folks - just dribs and drabs of self-absorbed commentary this evening.  Tell me, is narcissism a sign of early dementia?  I can't remember.



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