Successfully completed my first alteration! Shortened up the straps and adjusted the bust darts on a cheap dress I got from Wish. Simple win for a first alteration project!
Status: September 24, 2018 at 08:15AM
Failed to rinse out my Tervis before putting it under the Keurig this morning. Forgot I had flavored last night’s water with cucumber slices.
Cucumber coffee is not a flavor sensation I would recommend.
Shaking off my Parent Fail
So, remember how I said the other day how I feel better when I write and get stuff out?
Well, here I am, with my phone and my Bluetooth keyboard, taking my lunch break in the Starbucks next door to my work, because I hope that writing about my failings will make me feel like less of a schmuck.
Here, let me share the text I sent to my hubby this morning:
Like my coworker (Hi, N!) said when I relayed this story to her this morning: Moms are human, too. It’s just that… I mean, yeah, it’s annoying when I have to tell my first grader to do something three times before he even acknowledges that I’ve spoken to him, but does it really merit raising my voice to him? Is that who I want him to think I am? He already hides under his sheets because he’s “scared” when I yell at him at bedtime for not listening.
Talk about feeling like a turd. Continue reading
Taking a Moment to Freewrite
I have three unfinished drafts in my WordPress. I didn’t used to do that (side note: is that phraseology a Midwestern thing, or just a weird grammar thing?), but I find myself writing drafts more often now that I don’t have access to either my Google Docs or my blog at work, so now anything I write during the day lives on a thumb drive that may or may not make it out of my purse at home when I’m in a writing mood.
It’s over lunch breaks only, I swear. Anyway.
I also have several drafts in my stuff.txt file on that thumb drive, one of which is my semi-annual Dear Connor post, as my son turned seven on Labor Day. That’s one of those posts that feels kind of important — like, I shouldn’t be writing anything else on my blog if I’m not working on getting that one thing posted before the end of the month. (I haven’t posted one of those on his actual birthday since he was in diapers, I think.)
Writing — journaling in particular — is important to me on several levels, and I think that feeling of running up the down escalator that I get sometimes is related to a lack of writing time. Not that one is causal to the other, but they’re kind of indicative of one another, is how I think I mean to say it. Not only that, but I’ve been journaling for so long (some 35 years, off and on) that having a gap in my life’s record is a huge bummer to me later in life when I go back to reference some epic major life event and all I find is, “Mom and Tom separated a few months ago. I go to Buckeye High School now.”
Always pack your journal in your go bag. Now I know.
At any rate, I want to make a habit of sitting down at the end of the day and decompressing behind the keyboard. (In front of the keyboard?) Whether I hit Publish at the end of the night or not, I know that Future Me will be grateful for the time spent.
Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day: September 2018
We’ve had some hints of autumn and a swing back toward the heat of summer. Most of the summer blooms have had it with the dry conditions, but there are a few late summer and early fall blooms to be seen…
