Salud
I must stop reading the Twilight books and clean the house! Between my being AWOL over Stephanie Meyer, and the kids all in Snifflesville for the last two weeks (one at a time, mind you), the place is looking wild. And it's not like I've had any sleep, what with the stinking, keep-me-up-till-4am Twilight series of doom I cannot put down.
Here's the house right after Christmas, looking all tidy.
That's Baird, ripping through the living room. He loves his wheels on the terrazzo.
But now imagine, and no, I won't photograph it for you, imagine the above with crumbs, baby dolls with accessories, chairs askew, pull-ups, globes, sand, golf clubs, spray bottles, cook books, plastic snakes, Play-Doh bits, drums, junk mail, curriculum for three kids, fur, bills, empty boxes, a Zen prayer book (ironically), fire wood leaf litter, dvd cases, and the amaryllis in need of transplanting to the garden.
But I've made Sangria for tonight. It's been steeping since last night. And tapas will go in the oven today. The night shouldn't be too cold for a fire outside, but perhaps cool enough for a fire inside as well.
Our colds are on the wane, but Rudolf might envy me my sexy red nose. If I could just get enough caffeine into my body, all would be in beauteous shape in about two hours. Three if counting food. I need espresso, but only have breakfast tea.
It's an excuse. Let's face it, if tea was good enough to fuel the British Empire, it should do for me to clean the house.
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2 comments:
Just found your blog and was perusing your archives as you are a fellow homemaker...in July you said,
"What's frustrating is having each of my decisions feel so damn political that it's polarizing. I may not feel guilty, but may inspire guilt in another! Ack! That is not the idea at all! So because we chose to birth at home (and have been able to), choose delayed partial vaccination, nurse for three years, homeschool, co-sleep, use homeopathy and chiropractors with doctors only as needed, limit t.v., mix cloth diapers with gdiapers and huggies, limit sugar, seriously shun battery-operated toys unless there is something truly redeeming about them, never-ever-ever use artificial sweeteners, and choose movies very carefully so they are not vapid, or insulting to intelligence, or at least are well animated, never mind eating fruit and vegetables in quantity, and no video games, we are somehow pariahs among those who choose differently. They secretly suspect us of being vegetarians, or worse. But ultimately they feel perhaps judged, and quite possibly guilty. (This has been expressed on more than one occasion.) No, no, no. Not the point at all."
Amazingly you have summed up our house and amazingly you have put that projected guilt, that "inspiring guilt" into words. They affect we have on people sometimes is odd. Well said.
Thanks, we love cross-validation!
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