still awake?
Yeah, yeah, I know I should be in bed. I am quite aware that I will regret my after midnight mania in the morning hours (especially since tomorrow is chock full of dental appointments, prescription filling, piano lessons...oh, and that school thing I am trying not to think about). But alas, I am wide awake. I will shortly bop myself in the head with a cast iron frying pan or attempt reading the most boring book I can find (by flashlight so as not to wake the hub). First, though, I might as well post something to this blog.
Tomorrow, after dragging my listless self from the bed, I will wander off to the basement to rewash (for the fourth consecutive day) a load of reekified laundry. I will attempt to call (for the third time) the pediatrician's office to schedule appointments for the spawn (but NOT between the hours of 11:30 and 1 when the phone lines are off for lunch - though, ironically these seem to be the only hours I am capable of calling). I will somehow try to pick up a prescription in the morning or after doing school but before leaving for the activities listed above.
I am writing all of this down on the blog because my lovely children steal post-it notes when I try to leave myself reminders that way.
I wonder, will I someday be going through a pile of discarded belongings after they have all gone off to their adult lives only to find several years' worth of post-its underneath a loose floor board?
Well, we'll probably be broke by then, so if I do, I'm sure they'll work well as wallpaper.....
Tomorrow, after dragging my listless self from the bed, I will wander off to the basement to rewash (for the fourth consecutive day) a load of reekified laundry. I will attempt to call (for the third time) the pediatrician's office to schedule appointments for the spawn (but NOT between the hours of 11:30 and 1 when the phone lines are off for lunch - though, ironically these seem to be the only hours I am capable of calling). I will somehow try to pick up a prescription in the morning or after doing school but before leaving for the activities listed above.
I am writing all of this down on the blog because my lovely children steal post-it notes when I try to leave myself reminders that way.
I wonder, will I someday be going through a pile of discarded belongings after they have all gone off to their adult lives only to find several years' worth of post-its underneath a loose floor board?
Well, we'll probably be broke by then, so if I do, I'm sure they'll work well as wallpaper.....
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posted by atypical at
2:00 AM
5 Comments:
That's quite a to-do list. Good luck with it all...all of it, not just the to-dos, but the wherewithal required to do them all, if that makes any sense (and I hope it does).
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Julie Pippert, at 4:08 PM
that was a late night, girl!
lol at the post-it notes, i can totally relate. i'm sure they are in the same place as the lost socks.
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jouettelove, at 5:55 PM
(continuing where Jouette left off...)
... and lost phone messages from when your children answer the phone.
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Unknown, at 7:37 PM
You mean people actually LEAVE messages on the message machine?
I'm hoping it's SOON that 'this too, shall pass'.
*sending positive thoughts*
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Mel, at 9:29 PM
When we are all old and gray and find the stash of post-it notes, maybe we should paste them all together, quilt fashion, and publish them in a book. ;)
And Julie - yeah, it makes sense.
-t (realizing no one will likely read this response since she is so late in posting it)
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atypical, at 9:02 AM
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