The Beautiful Calm

Do you know how some days, there’s just a million and six other different things to blog about, because your people have been busy DOING SOME STUFF, and you’ve taken pictures?  And then, on other evenings, you sit and stare at the computer like you’re about to nod off in geometry class, because the burden of proof has fallen on you to prove that two line segments are congruent, and OH, LOOK!  BIRDS IN THE AIR, RIGHT OUTSIDE OUR WINDOW!

Tonight has been one of the latter kinds of evenings.

Bless.

This was just a regular kind of week, with not a lot of spectacularness happening, and that’s okay.  Weeks like these offset the weeks when Thing 2 decides to open a car wash in the bathroom sink, while you’re downstairs switching loads of laundry around, and, by the time you realize that sixteen Matchbox vehicles have been through the suds, it’s pretty much time to call Hubs and decide if flood insurance is an option you should reconsider.

You know, given the circumstances and the enthusiasm of the small preschooler you’re raising.

This week was just downright calm, and for that, I’m thankful.

Oh, there was the time in first grade PE on Tuesday, when I wore a smoking hot necklace, paired with a camouflage shirt, because I have the ability to read fashion magazines and take my cues from the trends being set by celebrities.  And then, as my first graders were lining up at the gym’s double doors, all sweaty-faced and ready to head to recess, one little girl told me, “I love your necklace.  It’s just beautiful.  But it doesn’t match your shirt at all, so don’t wear them together any more.”

Clearly, I made the mistake of thinking Blake Lively understood acceptable fashion, when I should have been listening to a seven-year old who was wearing a polka dot skirt with a plaid shirt.

I’m not even making that up.

The irony of it is that she looked darling, because the polka dots matched the plaid, and I remember thinking, “I wish we could get away with an outfit like that once we pass forty,” and then BOOM!  She lets me have a crack of her fashion whip wisdom, and now she’s flunking PE.

The poor dear.  I hear tale she’s an excellent student in the classroom and making grades that are straight great.  That F in PE is going to cost her the Ivy League.

In other news (like there really IS any OTHER news tonight), we spent our Thursday kind of laid back.  Thing 2 had preschool this morning, which has opened up a window of opportunity for me on Thursdays that is three hours long.  I have to come home and mentally go through the list.  Do I want to spend my free time doing laundry?  Weeding a flowerbed?  Reading?  Doing my Bible study homework?  Or having coffee with a friend?

I’ll have you know that today I came back home after dropping Thing 2 off, and I totally killed a brand new level at Candy Crush on my phone… and it was one that popped up with the flashing message, HARD LEVEL.

Whatever, Candy Crush.  Give a woman three uninterrupted hours where no one is going to flood the bathroom or decorate the hallway walls with a magic marker or put a John Deere tractor in the microwave, and she’ll line all those little candies up just so and knock your challenge right out of the ballpark.

So… you know… it was an extremely successful morning, where I made stay-at-home moms everywhere very proud.

After I picked Thing 2 up, we hit the grocery store, because the cats were quite insistent that their food dish was empty, and it was only a matter of time before they started selecting pieces of furniture to shred, if I didn’t have some crunchy, GOOD FOR THE HAIRBALLS THAT AIL YA food poured out for them to partake of.

After that, we came home and I put a fancy roast in the oven.  It’s one of those roasts that’s covered in broth and rosemary, which needs to simmer for four-and-a-half hours.  After the small fact that I made beef stew gravy in the crockpot yesterday, that went over mashed potatoes, I’d say that I’m playing Varsity Housewife this week.

I feel a letterman’s jacket coming on.

After the roast was all tucked into the oven for the afternoon (Is anyone even still reading this?!  Bless you!  I’ve brought BORING to a new level this evening.), we picked the boy up from school… we went to the junior high to watch Cousin R’s 7th grade volleyball game… we cheered like lunatics for her when she made awesome plays… we took the boy to youth group… we folded laundry… we watched the neighbors mow their lawn out our deck windows and thought, “We should be productive members of the homeowners’ association like that”… and we picked up toy tractors scattered from one end of the house to the other, for the seventy-ninth time.

I’m just happy that the car wash was closed today, so no John Deeres went through the sink, without parent signatures on permission slips to activate the faucet.

It was just a day filled with all kinds of riveting activities.

No matter.  I’m sure we’re just gearing up with all this CURRENT CALM, in anticipation of YES, I REALLY DID EAT ANOTHER FOAM NERF DART RIGHT NOW, EVEN THOUGH I’M THREE AND A HALF AND SHOULDN’T BE DOING WEIRD THINGS LIKE THAT ANY LONGER, BUT YOU KNOW MY DOCTOR TOLD YOU LAST WEEK THAT THEY PASS EASILY, which will probably strike this weekend.

Y’all have a merry evening.

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