A Case of the Mondays

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Really, it wasn’t all bad. I actually had some pretty good saves that balanced everything out.

Bad news: I forgot to make my overnight oats for breakfast. Good news: We still had instant steel cut oats in the pantry.

On the plus side, I finally remembered to bring Connor an extra pair of underwear to school (backup clothes are important, especially those). On the down side, I accidentally left my key card for his school and my badge for work clipped to the blazer I wore on Friday. After I dropped off Connor (thanks to the nice mom who let us in), I swung back by home to get my badge. (It wasn’t really out of my way at all — Pre-K is only a couple minutes from our house.)

Can’t believe I forgot to bring more K-Cups to work for my Keurig! At least I still had a bag of non-skunky coffee in my desk drawer and filters for my pour-over. #firstworldproblem

Ouch: The annoying crick in my neck from late last week that became an annoying tension all down my left arm was even worse when I had to sit at my desk and work. Yay: I called my chiropractor right when they opened, and they were able to get me in for an 11:15am appointment.

Bummer: The chiropractor told me I should go easy on the workouts this week until my neck becomes less inflamed. That means I have to give up my spot in Thursday’s Cardio Drumming class. Bonus: Not only does someone on the waitlist get to try this super-fun class, but now I get to go out for a camera walk on a beautiful spring day.

I totally forgot to take my Mucinex this morning, so my cold ran rampant: coughing, sneezing, and snotting. At least I had plenty of cough drops on hand! I also drank tea like it was going out of style, and guzzled water to flush all the “toxins” (I hate that word) out of my muscles after getting adjusted and electro-stimmed and lasered this morning. After I ran out of tissues at my desk, I had to resort to napkins; we’re well-stocked at home, though, so I’ll be good to go for tomorrow.

I’m counting it a giant win that the evening (i.e. the parenting portion of the program) didn’t seem affected by the Mondayness of today. Things were pretty typical, and that’s a good thing. Actually, maybe things were better than typical, since there were no shouting matches and I didn’t succumb to an after-bedtime fourth meal.

I feel like I dominated Monday as well as I could… but I’m not going to taunt the rest of the week by telling it to Bring It On. Really, please don’t. I’m good.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

We’ve been married for almost 14 years now — together for almost 21 years in total — so our V-Day plan is pretty established by now. Either I’ll get up on some morning near Valentine’s Day and find a bouquet on the kitchen table, or I’ll get a call from the front desk at my work to pick up the flowers that Aaron had delivered.

I look forward to this every year. We don’t go out for a romantic dinner — our schedules don’t really allow for it, plus we already do a monthly date night, and everything is CRAZY on Valentine’s Day — but I always can count on getting flowers from my Honey-Muffin.

XOXO, Honey. Happy Valentine’s Day.


On a whim, I created an account on Goodreads today.

(I’m not sure why it thinks I live in Delaware, but I haven’t corrected it yet.)

Goodreads seems like my kind of thing, as far as tracking what books I’ve read. I’ve been tracking my sparse reading habits elsewhere for the past couple of years; perhaps I’ll enter what data I have, just for grins.

I certainly have enough books that I haven’t read here at home, and in my Audible library — but if my To Be Read pile ever magically dwindles, Goodreads also looks like it’s ripe with recommendations.

Maybe just the act of recording what books I’m reading will spur me to read more. What gets measured gets done, as someone once said. Plus, I don’t want to embarrass myself by ONLY reading six books this year (even though I set that as my goal). I’m supposed to be this huge lover of reading… but I didn’t finish a single book in the second half of 2016.

My son told me the other day that “reading is boring.” Be still, my heart! My own son? Maybe if he sees his Mom reading more often instead of playing on her phone, he might get the idea that reading for leisure is a thing people do.

Plus, you know, a trip to the library every now and then never hurt anyone… even those of us with more books than can fit in our shelves.

2017 Resolutions Check-In

Some of my resolutions and goals I did publicize on the blog, while others were ones I listed in my bullet journal. They’re all totally doable — none of these are unreasonable, and not all of them are ones I need to think about every day.

  • Post daily to blog
  • Cook 50 new-to-me recipes
  • Offload two items of clothing for each one I purchase
  • Create a budget and stick to it
    • Shop Amazon mostly using gift cards earned through my credit card
    • Only shop ThredUp with trade-in credits
    • If it can be mended, don’t buy a new one
  • Return of Photo Thursday – post a photo to the blog weekly

So, how am I doing? In the style of Wil Wheaton’s Life Reboot, I’ll give myself letter grades for each point.  (more…)

Silent Sunday Afternoon

For the first time in a few years, my husband is required to work Sundays during the Christmas season (a.k.a. peak season at his work). My son is upstairs with his Kindle Fire, having some Quiet Time, and I’m sitting on the couch, having just finished today’s (and yesterday’s) #fiveminutefreewrite topics.

I feel like I want to keep writing, but not about any of the backlogged blog topics I have on my list. (And I have dozens.)

I’m reminded of the days before I had a child, when I had hours upon hours of “me” time, and I would choose to use it by writing. (Or playing Civilization for a few hours on end.)

There’s plenty of other things I could be doing right now (my fingers just tried to type “write now”), like replacing the few burnt-out bulbs on the string of vintage Christmas lights, or making a batch of Christmas cookies to freeze for later, or finishing the laundry, or balancing my checkbook… but sitting here on the couch writing about nothing in the silent overcast wintry afternoon dimness is appealing.

It’s so quiet in here.

I should really get that laundry folded.


Deer Sighting

Deer in the back yard

I saw something moving out the window as I got ready to step on the bathroom scale this morning. That’s a big dog, I thought — then I realized it was a deer. Right there. Getting ready to nosh on the one hosta in the border along the back of the house.

I watched (and snapped pictures) as it snacked on the hosta, then sniffed at the bench and the tomatoes, and finally wandered out of sight.

By the time I was ready to get my son up for breakfast, the deer was in sight again, this time by the hydrangea tree. I got my son up by telling him to go to his window to see the deer. He was up in a flash.

I was a little extra late to work, but getting to see the deer and share that with my son was worth it. I’m just glad it didn’t eat my tomatoes.

Shindig Success!


Note to self: Even if only one friend were to show up, it would still be a party worth throwing.

The annual shindig happened over a month ago, but I wanted to be sure to make mention of it here in the blog, since I have a tendency to forget how much fun it is every year. I always stress over it, and worry over whether it’s worth the extra-thorough house-cleaning and the food prep for days and the last-minute RSVPs. The answer is yes. It’s worth it.