You Would Think

You would think after attending a blogging conference last weekend I’d have come right home and posted all about it; how much I’d learned; all the people I’d met; how much fun I’d had.  But I didn’t.  I did learn a lot.  I did meet a bunch of great people.  I did have a lot of fun.  For some reason, though, I just haven’t managed to post, well, anything since it ended.  Maybe it’s because now that I’ve learned so much I’m feeling more self-conscious.  I’m sure that will fade as I begin posting my usual drivel again but for the first post after a blogging conference I’m feeling a bit inadequate.

You would think if I were given a gift card for Christmas to a great fabric store I’d have spent it before New Year’s.  But I didn’t.  It’s always with me in my purse so just in case I’m out and can stop by I can use it but I’ve just never managed to do it.  I’ve even been to that fabric store since Christmas.  I just wasn’t sure what I wanted to buy yet (other than a yard of everything they stock).  Of course, when I have no money to buy anything I know just what I want and what I’ll use it for.  As it is, I did manage to spend it on Monday.  Finally.  I still have three other gift cards for other things, some of which are almost a year old, that I just haven’t gotten around to for one reason or another.  It isn’t that I don’t want to spend them.  I do!  I just can’t seem to pull myself together enough to make it happen.  Plus I tend to be more picky with money I’m given as a gift than money that’s just sitting in my bank account.  I’m not willing to part with it as easily.

You would think since, as mentioned above, I purchased some fantastic fabric I’d have made something new out of it by now.  But I haven’t.  The ideal time for me to sew would be during Wingnut’s naptimes.  Unfortunately he sleeps in the same room as my sewing machines and if I’m in there sewing he isn’t sleeping.  If I let him just wander around sometimes he’ll play in Peanut’s room next door but after a while he always ends up back in the sewing room, fussing at me, crawling under the table, and sitting on my pedals.  I’m working on a solution to this so we’ll see how it goes.  Hopefully I’ll be able to post a new creation soon.

You would think with my new contact lens prescription sitting at the front desk of my Eye Guy’s office since last Wednesday (as in over a week ago) I’d have gone by to pick it up by now.  But I haven’t.  I keep meaning to and have even been out that direction but it has yet to happen.  And I really need to order some new contacts.

You would think since all but a couple of my starts were killed less than 48 hours after I planted them outside a couple of weeks ago that I’d have gone to pick up some new sprouts from the store by now.  But I haven’t.  In fact, the only time I’ve thought about it has been when I’ve been outside to see how my garden peas are doing and after going back inside the house I promptly forget about it.

You would think over two years after taking my daughter to the ER when she was sick and dehydrated that the Idiots would have figured out how to take care of it by now.  But they’re incompetent government idiots so they haven’t.  The last time I talked to the lady I’ve been working with at the hospital, the one in charge of escalated accounts (yeah, ya think my account is a little escalated!?), she told me how ridiculous it has all become (yeah, ya think!?) and she deals with this kind of stuff for a living!  Um, yeah, that should tell you something.  There is so much more I could share about this (and don’t you worry your pretty little heads, I have every appallingly ridiculous detail written down for my records) but it makes me indescribably furious when I get into it so I’m going to stop right there.  Suffice it to say I’m still in the midst of dealing with it.  Yes.  Still.

You would think, with only about ten pounds left to reach my goal weight I’d be super motivated to just knock those last few puppies out.  But for some reason I just can’t.  As I mentioned about a month ago I’m back to my pre-pregnancy weight but I’m still wanting to get back to my pre-beauty school weight which is another ten pounds away.  I’m not sure why but I’m just not feeling that motivated.  I know I should be doing it but there are so many other things I’d rather be doing than exercising.  Maybe I need to figure out a new time of the day to do it.  Maybe I need to make up a new system for myself that will remind me what I’m working for and why.  Apparently I need to take some time to straighten myself out, put on my big girl panties, and get to work.

You would think after munching on a fistful of dirt and rocks Wingnut would realize such nasty grittiness is not good eats and not attempt to consume anymore.  But he hasn’t figured that out.  In fact, during the writing of this post I’ve had to wrestle yet another palmful out of his mouth for the hundredth time this spring.  He actually fights to keep it in!  I don’t know about you, but the last time I checked dirt tasted like, well, dirt.  And that’s not a good thing.  Why do my children feel compelled to taste everything?  I know some kids “learn” that way but it really just grosses me out.

You would think after answering the same question eleventy hundred times in a row Peanut would already know the answer and stop asking.  She doesn’t.  It’s like she asks just to ask and doesn’t even bother listening for the answer.  I’ve gotten to the point where the second time she asks the same question I stop whatever I’m doing, make her look me in the eye, restate the answer, and tell her if she asks me again she doesn’t get to have/do/see/play whatever it is she’s asking about because I’ve already given her an answer once and don’t want to continue repeating myself for the rest of eternity.  Maybe that makes me a mean mom but on days like today having to answer the same questions endlessly has me constantly on the verge of shouting, “Stop the insanity!”

You would think after hearing Cameron Rafati at the conference and realizing I actually enjoyed some of his music I’d have bought a CD while I was there.  But I didn’t.  Luckily I can buy it online.  Also, in case you’re interested, his video for 1 in 10 was shot at the Beehive Tea Room.  Isn’t it a cool place?