Smell babies?

Let me just go ahead and preface this by letting you know that I am having the most attention deficit morning I can remember having in years.

No seriously. I just stopped typing for five minutes and I don't even know why. I am just now remembering that I was blogging. Anyway.

 I really feel burst-worthy today. My lovely snowbird neighbour and bosom friend is home at last. She came over first thing to wake my babies for school, and we sat and had coffee and caught up, and drove Elise to school late because WHATEVER. And it's cloudy and rainy and the radio played all the right songs. And we have NOTHING to do today. Preschool is over, T-Ball is over, Piano lessons have been re-scheduled, I don't work, and we just get to do whatever we want to do. I feel so good. Like I want to hug trees and smell babies. *cough*JennaandCandice*cough*

Does anyone know how to keep a Venus Fly Trap alive or why my peonies haven't opened but everyone else's have? Kthx.

Cleaning Day

I had a hell of a weekend. It started Thursday with drinks and then a bit of a bar adventure with my best best best friends. It turned into a 3 day friend bender, with plenty of relaxation and laughs, but also where too much poison was consumed and plenty of silly choices were made. (Kudos to my Mama, who knows that once in a while, I need nothing more than to miss my babies and spend a bit of time without so much responsibility, and who always tries her very hardest to eliminate my Mom-guilt by convincing me that I deserve some time, too).

Flash forward to this morning. Back to reality, which actually feels great, but for a little tiring - funny how that works.. I was slow-going and needed to pick up the pace - the house was a disaster, lunches needed packing, kids needed grooming and rides to school. Here's where my not-so-secret-anymore-trick works wonders.

I lived with my Grandmother growing up, and every time I'd wake up and hear her music playing loudly - I knew it meant "Cleaning Day". I never once thought about whether I enjoyed her tastes until I was a grown woman with my own chores to do. And now, when I'm feeling blah about getting things done - something that woman never once has done in all her 80 years - I throw on a Floyd Cramer playlist, put a fucking smile on, and do what needs doing. Because that piano is still the happiest damn piano there ever was, and because I need a "Cleaning Day", in more ways than one.

This is Gram's favourite, and here's to a week of restful sleep and healthy consumption!

For my Valentines.

       ~I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
 - Pablo Neruda