A rant. Or two or three.
Ok. In the event I have, to date, convinced you I am basically good, which I do believe I am, here are a couple things that could give you some doubts.
I hate fund raisers. Andra and Grace have their school fund raiser right now, and usually I just buy a couple boxes or packages and wish I could just write a check and be done with it. This year, however, Andra cares. A lot. She has a call list, and a plan, and she is planning on selling 80 boxes of frozen cookie dough at $15 a pop so she can get the cool 80 unit prize. I can't even imagine how we would sell 80 boxes. But in the back of my head, I remember the energy. The urge to sell. I sold stationery, I sold Campfire Girl candy, I sold polliwogs to the grownups on our street. And then I sold polliwog food (quite a racket since I had no idea what they ate.). So I appreciate the thrill of the sale. I just struggle with the execution of the sale these days.
I am really struggling to generate any interest in buying holiday gifts this year. Usually by this time each year, I am well on my way to meeting the holiday goal. This year, however, I am so overwhelmed by the massive accumulation in our house, I can't imagine buying more toys, or a Nintendo DS or anything that costs money. I feel like anything I buy will be clutter, or get lost, and it will make me crazy either way.
And finally, sometimes I just can't help myself. As much as I live in a world filled with change, sometimes I just can't stop myself from surrounding myself with even more change. I was feeling the urge to make my hair a little darker - it's fall, you know. And while I didn't take Grace's advice to make it "orange" again, I probably took it a little too far from really blond to dark blond. Ever wonder why you do something? I do.
** Next Morning Update: I had 2 more, but I got interrupted so many times last night while trying to type and focus on Greys Anatomy that I forgot until this morning. So the first one is Being Interrupted - how is it that my darlings think if they just Scream Mommy from their cozy spot in bed that I should bring them water, a book, an outfit, different pajamas, the cat, or anything besides pure fury at having been yelled for?
And finally, the one that I can almost not type because it is so unbelievable, Damn Arizona's Mild Climate. It is contributing to apparel sprawl in the girls rooms. Because we never put the summer clothes away - it's still warm enough to wear them - we just double the wardrobe in the fall and the clothing just carpets the girls rooms. Not that they can find anything to wear, in spite of the clothes carpet. Andra made a full page list of all the clothes she needs so she isn't embarrassed or cold this fall. Maybe she can scream it at me from her bedroom.
I hate fund raisers. Andra and Grace have their school fund raiser right now, and usually I just buy a couple boxes or packages and wish I could just write a check and be done with it. This year, however, Andra cares. A lot. She has a call list, and a plan, and she is planning on selling 80 boxes of frozen cookie dough at $15 a pop so she can get the cool 80 unit prize. I can't even imagine how we would sell 80 boxes. But in the back of my head, I remember the energy. The urge to sell. I sold stationery, I sold Campfire Girl candy, I sold polliwogs to the grownups on our street. And then I sold polliwog food (quite a racket since I had no idea what they ate.). So I appreciate the thrill of the sale. I just struggle with the execution of the sale these days.
I am really struggling to generate any interest in buying holiday gifts this year. Usually by this time each year, I am well on my way to meeting the holiday goal. This year, however, I am so overwhelmed by the massive accumulation in our house, I can't imagine buying more toys, or a Nintendo DS or anything that costs money. I feel like anything I buy will be clutter, or get lost, and it will make me crazy either way.
And finally, sometimes I just can't help myself. As much as I live in a world filled with change, sometimes I just can't stop myself from surrounding myself with even more change. I was feeling the urge to make my hair a little darker - it's fall, you know. And while I didn't take Grace's advice to make it "orange" again, I probably took it a little too far from really blond to dark blond. Ever wonder why you do something? I do.
** Next Morning Update: I had 2 more, but I got interrupted so many times last night while trying to type and focus on Greys Anatomy that I forgot until this morning. So the first one is Being Interrupted - how is it that my darlings think if they just Scream Mommy from their cozy spot in bed that I should bring them water, a book, an outfit, different pajamas, the cat, or anything besides pure fury at having been yelled for?
And finally, the one that I can almost not type because it is so unbelievable, Damn Arizona's Mild Climate. It is contributing to apparel sprawl in the girls rooms. Because we never put the summer clothes away - it's still warm enough to wear them - we just double the wardrobe in the fall and the clothing just carpets the girls rooms. Not that they can find anything to wear, in spite of the clothes carpet. Andra made a full page list of all the clothes she needs so she isn't embarrassed or cold this fall. Maybe she can scream it at me from her bedroom.
I hate school fundraisers too. Most of the time I just write a check. I don't like my kids to peddle things to the neighbors. It feels like we're forcing an obligation on people. I seem to recall that the McInerneys are also in the "I Hate Fundraisers" camp.
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