So I'm cooking dinner. Then I realize....it's awfully quiet around here. I wander into the bedroom and see James "reading" his book, basically flipping pages and muttering nonsensical baby words, and Bingo is laying at the end of the bed. Those two are adorable.
I made yummy apple shallot pork chops too. And......that sums up my evening. I'm really glad I voted absentee since the polls looked crazy and James decided his afternoon nap was optional so he was in quite a snit most of the evening.
Instead of writing a book I decided to blog more in November. Not every day, because I know that won't happen lol. But more.
Unfortunately I don't blog a lot because ummm my life is dull.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Missing the jeans.
I feel sometimes as though I'm missing a key way of thinking or something because I just don't function like the Mom/adult ladies I know. Maybe I just know weird ladies and I'm normal? Who knows. Mom jeans. I don't have a single pair.
For example, I haven't the foggiest idea why on earth we would spend money on things like fancy Christmas outfits. It just seems like such a huge waste of money to buy, resources to make in the first place, and my time procuring those fancy clothes. Couldn't we dress the kids (and ourselves) in any old sweater/jeans for the annual family potluck? I mean, it's not like we're going to some black tie affair.
And my house. Not decorated. I have bare walls everywhere. And also I barely put together a "nursery" and really had no driving desire to other than to designate a place for baby crap to be located.
These are things that I cannot find the energy to get excited about. I don't craft. I do like to play outside and take my kid on fun outings like the zoo. But shopping and crafting - bleh.
It just makes it hard sometimes because I feel like I'm doing something wrong, and at best I just have nothing to add to many conversations. The consumerism, the need to get stuff - like omg play kitchens?! Who has the space and desire for a huge miniature kitchen in their house? And why can't the kid play in the real kitchen? I just don't get it.
For example, I haven't the foggiest idea why on earth we would spend money on things like fancy Christmas outfits. It just seems like such a huge waste of money to buy, resources to make in the first place, and my time procuring those fancy clothes. Couldn't we dress the kids (and ourselves) in any old sweater/jeans for the annual family potluck? I mean, it's not like we're going to some black tie affair.
And my house. Not decorated. I have bare walls everywhere. And also I barely put together a "nursery" and really had no driving desire to other than to designate a place for baby crap to be located.
These are things that I cannot find the energy to get excited about. I don't craft. I do like to play outside and take my kid on fun outings like the zoo. But shopping and crafting - bleh.
It just makes it hard sometimes because I feel like I'm doing something wrong, and at best I just have nothing to add to many conversations. The consumerism, the need to get stuff - like omg play kitchens?! Who has the space and desire for a huge miniature kitchen in their house? And why can't the kid play in the real kitchen? I just don't get it.
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