"Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink" applied at our house this winter. I was constantly surrounded by people, yet always alone. Separated not by salt, but by IQ points. (Yes- Zach is way too smart for me.) During this depressing and solitary winter I've had a chance to learn a lot about myself. Of course I have to post these things online, because one of those things about me is I'm convinced you all care what I think about myself-self-self-self... is there an echo in here?
In no particular order:
I must not be left alone in a house where there is a pan of Ghiradelli brownies, especially at the end of the month.
I'm not just pretending not to care about the neverending mess. I really don't care. As long as we're safe, and we can find things in a reasonable amount of time, I'm truly fine with the fact that the mess just morphs from one set of toys to another, one day's worth of spilled-on clothes to the next. We either live downstairs in the messy room and play, or upstairs doing laundry and not messing up the downstairs. Or we're at the park. Messy room and park most always win.
I take too much stock in the world's idea of romance.
Food storage and recycling are higher on my list of priorities than I realized.
Taking pictures defines me in a way motherhood doesn't. And taking pictures of my kids isn't enough. I will never agree that ideally, the best person to raise a kid is someone other than a loving mother, but I've finally learned first-hand how occasionally doing things other than raising kids can help a mother to be more loving.
I've decided while guilt is stupid, perfectionism is stupider.
And pride is stupidest.
We won't go into where I think I fall on the stupid scale...
The world of women used to be divided by those who loved Neil Diamond and those who couldn't stand him. The new line has been drawn by "the Twilight phenomenon." After careful deliberation I've decided I am on the not-a-fan side. I do find myself wishing I could go back in time and tell Ms. Meyer to leave out the dumb parts and hold out for a film director with some professional talent, and then be 14 myself when the series came out. Because then- I would definitely have been a fan.
I can cut girl hair.