Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Today is the First Day of the Rest of My Life -or- The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Moms ... & a Book Winner
Do you know what today is?
July 1 st, you say?
Oh, it is so much more than that, my friends.
It's the first day of the rest of my life, that's all. At least my "free" life of one whole month, from July 1 to July 31, when I am on leave from work. But technically, it's from from July 1 - August 4 because July 31st falls on a Friday; therefore, I won't return to the office until Monday, August 4.
Can you tell I've been thinking about this a lot?
Not that I don't love my job. Or my boss and co-workers, who I'm sure are hard at work today ministering to kids:
It's just that my mind has been reeling with plans. Pressed down, shaken-together, overflowing, "I know the plans I have for me," kind of off-work-for-a-month plans.
But as we moms know, life happens, and sometimes, you have to put off starting your July diet until after "The Great Pancake Breakfast Sugar Feast" of July 1 is over.
You all know I've had a house guest in the evenings this week. She and her boyfriend will be back tonight and tomorrow night, and then they fly out Thursday morning. That was a plan change, but I'm OK with it.
Then I forgot that the 9th and 10th grade girls' summer Bible study meets at my house Monday nights, so I had to get ready for that last night. That was a plan change, but I was OK with it.
Then my daughter asked if two girls could spend the night. That was a plan change, but, etc.
This morning, I rose to enjoy my morning cup of coffee on my first day off, but the girls were asleep in our family room, so no coffee. I stayed in bed, read the Bible, cleaned out my husband's sock drawer, still didn't have coffee, folded a load of laundry, colored my hair, for Pete's sake, still with no coffee, and finally was released from my cell when the girls awoke.
Then my daughter asked if I could please make pancakes, and I said yes because this month, I am a SAHM once again. Making pancakes seemed so ... momish.
I even cleaned out the stalactites in the microwave.
I should be awarded the Golden Apron or something.
Then I spent TWO hours helping my son with something I never thought I'd be doing when he was 19: managing his snot. Yeah, you read that right. Summer cold, probably sinus infection, so finally, at my wit's end, I bought him a Neti Pot. It was easier and less frustrating teaching him to drive than to use that thing, but that's another post.
So it's now 1:34 pm, and if I were at work, I'd be thinking, "I'm done in one half hour. Gee, if I were home in the mornings like I used to be, I could get so much more accomplished at home." Right.
Therefore, I have not exercised, pulled weeds, written anything worthwhile, or washed the dog. And yet ... there was this strange sense of satisfaction in hearing the girls laugh at breakfast and in hearing my son ranting and raving about how much he loves oxygen and actual breathing, etc., and I feel rather ... gulp ... satisfied.
And to think I almost emailed my boss, "Can I come back yet??"
**WINNER, WINNER, CHICKEN DINNER**
Well, not a chicken dinner, but the book The Moon in the Mango Tree.
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The lucky number 9 is Mary Christina at Still Be My Vision. Hapy reading!