Friday, February 03, 2006

What Was I Going To Say Again?

I sit, pondering, longer than usual. My brain turns over and over, like those chickens you see at Costco grilling behind the meat counter. And yet, nothing.

Earlier tonight, while steering my old car down dark streets, I happened upon two topics to discuss. I can't remember the first one and I don't want to describe the second one tonight. Which leaves me only with a recitation of the day's events.

Have I mentioned recently how much I loathe dark mornings? I hate taking a shower. I hate brushing my teeth. I hate drying my hair. And I especially hate talking to anyone. And so, as a joke, God gave me a very talkative daughter who wakes up suddenly and with great cheer. She sits on the toilet while I shower and asks me to get her a cookie. She opens the shower door to let in a cold gust before I'm dry. She climbs on the counter to brush her teeth while I blink at my reflection.

I do not enjoy this start to my day. This morning, however, I readied myself alone because I had to be presentable by 7:15 a.m. Which I understand is not that early in the scheme of things, but still.

We're concentrating on history lessons this week, so the boys and I sat at the kitchen table while I read the history textbook out loud. Intermittent whines, screeches, hollers and plaintive cries for help upstairs interrupted our study. Have I complained lately how stressful it is to coordinate schooling-at-home with the ravings of a three-year old and the needs of a baby or two? At one point, I rendered a dramatic reading of the Declaration of Independence, which was nothing more than a veiled attempt to outshout "Blue's Clues."

I learned something, too. And not just about the Battles of Bunker Hill and Breed's Hill. No. I learned something far more important.

Laundry does not wash itself, even if you are preoccupied with the laundry generators. That hardly seems right to me.

So. We finished history. Fed the little kids. Rocked the baby to sleep. Put the little kids down for naps. Read the newspaper. Welcomed home the second-grader. Agreed to let his friend come over for the afternoon. Created a last minute dinner (frozen ravioli, frozen homemade spaghetti sauce and frozen corn . . . see? I have a frozen theme). My husband, God bless him, called to inquire about my day and I said, "I am so tired of this. And the rain."

And he said, "At least you have tomorrow off." And I said, "Oh, yes, at home with my four kids, that is a Day Off!" with perhaps less enthusiasm than is right. And so, a few minutes later, he called again and asked if I'd like to run his errands in exchange for leaving the house for the evening.

Of course I would! And that's how I ended up browsing for cards at Barnes & Noble, viewing "Capote," in the movie theater, shopping at Target, and buying three dozen Krispie Kreme donuts. (Two dozen for his workshop tomorrow. One dozen to appease the children in the morning. Okay. Who am I kidding? Half a dozen for the children, half a dozen for me because I need those calories to get through the day, tight jeans notwithstanding!)

"Capote" was a remarkably well-done film. I immediately purchased In Cold Blood, Truman Capote's last book. Now I have two thousand and ONE books to read before I die.

Here I am now, home again, home again, jiggety-jog. Tomorrow, a wind storm is predicted to bring us gusts of 60 miles per hour. I am looking forward to that, oddly enough. The wind is already flinging raindrops at the window with an admirable show of force.

The end.

14 Comments:

Blogger Gina said...

I like wind storms for some strange reason as well.

Except when people get hurt, and then I don't like them as much.

But there is something comforting for me in hearing the wind through the trees.

12:17 AM  
Blogger islandarts said...

OMGosh, you took the words out of my mouth (you know what i mean). My hubby suggested i go for some tanning as 'light therapy' since the rain and gloom has given me a nasty case of cabin fever.
i don't mind the wind... as long as i'm nestled in my warm bed.

4:49 AM  
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4:49 AM  
Blogger owlhaven said...

What a nice hubby! What a nice day...

Mary

7:42 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Darling said...

we're having the wind and rain here too. I wanna go to the coast! I also want some of your Krispy creams!

9:28 AM  
Anonymous Lauren said...

Mel,
Sometimes like today, when I read here I can relate to everything you're saying, so much so that I want to give you a hug. Not so much for you, but because you obviously know I need one.

10:34 AM  
Blogger FairMaid said...

Ooooh, wasn't Capote interesting? Depressing, but very interesting! He was such a fascinating mix of complete self-absorption and understanding of others, it was hard to tell who he really was. I'm anxious to hear what you think of "In Cold Blood!"

10:55 AM  
Blogger Moonface said...

a homeschooling mama. i have great respect for homeschoolers. i dont think i've got that kind of patience.

2:24 PM  
Blogger Lisa said...

UGH! I hate hate hate dark mornings, too. Luckily, my little ones aren't morning people either. I hope you enjoy In Cold Blood. Its one of my favorite reads.

11:17 PM  
Blogger dinodoc said...

Wow...somebody earned massive husband points with that trade, didn't he? ;)

12:08 PM  
Blogger WordsRock said...

Sounds like your husband is just the kind of support you need.

Wind storms here always make me worry a(nother) tree is going to fall on the house. Hope you enjoyed yours! (The wind storm. Not the tree falling.)

Suzanne

8:02 PM  
Anonymous Beckie said...

Just so's you knows ;) You're on my favorites list and I read your blog all the time. Just because I think we're a lot alike, although I don't homeschool my 4. I'm trying to housetrain an 8 week old puppy though...does that count? It takes utmost patience and I'm having a hard time getting ANYTHING else done! Hope the sun shines on your world sooner rather than later...and hope everyone lets you sleep in! LOL!

4:57 AM  
Blogger Julana said...

My laundry is doing itself. That's why I have time to read blogs. :-) My maid, the Whirlpool. :-)

I think I read part of In Cold Blood once. I don't do things like that to my imagination any more.

7:26 AM  
Anonymous Kismet said...

I must have read In Cold Blood five times when I was a teenager. Still haven't made it to the movie but I want to get to it before the Oscars.

I'm soooooo bummed about the Seahawks.



~K!

8:13 AM  

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