Clearing my head:
*I'm slowly adjusting to my new schedule, learning to better manage my time, and resigning myself to the fact that sometimes some things are just not going to get done in the time frame I'm used to (I'm looking at you breakfast dishes still in the sink.) I think that the hardest part of this new normal, is that, throughout the day I find myself really missing my son. Now that he's in middle school, he doesn't get home until almost 4 PM and then has at least an hour of homework. School is really cutting into our family time. This will be another adjustment we'll have to make.
Plus, I don't consider myself overprotective, but I'm the type of mom that can't fully relax unless I know exactly where my children are and what they are doing. So this longer day is stressful for me.
*This afternoon on the way to pick up the girl from Pre-K, I saw a dead cat on the side of the road. I hate seeing that kind of stuff to begin with because it breaks my heart, but I was listening to Carly Simon at the time and pms-ing, so I started crying in the car. I really wish I could plan my life around my menstrual cycle. Everything would be so much more bearable.
*This morning I went and got my haircut. My usual gal wasn't there, only an older woman I had never seen before. I sat down and she asked me what I wanted. I told her what I tell everyone, "A pixie cut, short and tight." Then she said, "Oh, like Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby." I nearly jumped out of my seat, because that exact phrase used to be how I would describe what I wanted to hairdressers, but I stopped because I got tired of being met with blank stares. She went on to tell me that she had actually been working for Vidal Sassoon at the time that he had given Mia Farrow her famous haircut. I found this fascinating, but maybe that's because I don't get out much.
*Right now I'm reading The Poisonwood Bible. When I wrote about wanting to read all the books on NPR's List of 100 Beach Books, so many of you suggested I start with this one. I'm loving it but it's definitely one of the saddest books I've ever read. As much as I'm enjoying it, it may end up being one of those books that I just want to run from and can't write about here. We'll see though, because I would like to "talk" about it with others who have read it.
*Speaking of books, CT tagged me a few weeks back. Here are the rules:
1. Collect the book you have most handy.
2. Turn to page 161.
3. Find the 5th complete sentence.
4. Cite the sentence on your blog.
5. Pass it on to five other blog friends.
Now technically, the book I have most handy is The Poisonwood Bible, but the fifth sentence on page 161 wasn't all that interesting on it's own so I went over to my "To Be Read" stack and pulled out Eccentric Glamour-Creating an Insanely More Fabulous You by Simon Doonan.
The fifth sentence on page 161 reads:
When young ladies-especially those attending the nation's most prestigious colleges-are growing sideburns and having double mastectomies, is it only reasonable that one should be able to confront this issue head on by asking, "Are you Arthur or Martha?"
I'm going to break the rules a bit by posting the next two sentences as well. They're just too good.
I personally would welcome this revision to social etiquette. Being on the petit side, I am constantly being mistaken for a woman, especially if I wear a tightly belted trench coat and over sized dark glasses.
You gotta love Simon Doonan.