So much to do, so many projects to tackle. Get it all done. Not enough hours in the day. Work. Home. Play. Family.
Wrong order, dumbass.
The effort of it all is mind numbing. All I want to do is to lock myself in a room and soak up book after book. And take a picture every now and again to learn all about my camera. I want to do that, too. But to relax. To get sucked in to the story. That’s pure bliss.
The girls manage that. I have well worn books to prove it.
Harry Potter, much?
It should be of no surprise that I have yet to get my tripod. This weekend, this weekend. If I say it enough times it just might come true.
Day 56, never let them see you sweat.
Today was extremely busy. Lots of heavy lifting, sweating and swearing.
All I want to do right now is curl up in bed with a book and decompress. I have several books to choose from. Do I read a “real” book? Bust out my Nook? Listen to an audio book? Sometimes I do all three; I’m working on several stories right now.
My girls are book freaks, too. The 13YO decided to go through the kids books this weekend and set aside those that deserved to be shared. I spotted two of the books that I read to my girls in the pile and nearly had a cow: Sometimes I Like to Curl Up in a Ball by Vicki Churchill and My Many Colored Days by Dr. Seuss. Each of these are perfectly illustrated and hold some of the dearest memories of my early days of Motherhood.
Oh, no. Those aren’t going anywhere.
But I was struck by their changing tastes. The Junie B books that my youngest wouldn’t dare let me consider sharing was now freely in a box. There were Rainbow Fairies, Judy Moody and Stink.
It’s a bittersweet thing, seeing these books ready to be given to new homes. Hey, wait…what’s that World of Fairies book doing in that stack?!?
Day 47, hoarding.