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Mar. 21st, 2013 12:06 pmDear LJ, will I ever get back to being faithful to you again? I hope so. This lovely little catalog of my life has meant so much to me over the years.
I am so physically and mentally exhausted lately. Having twins? Working 50+ hour weeks? Running? Getting up before dawn? Stress? Probably a combination of all of it. I am still trying to be actively grateful for those moments of clarity when all seems well and my spirit is calm.
Yesterday was cool and windy, but the sun was around just enough to let the kids play in the yard for nearly two hours when we got home. They trampled the hyacinth. Eek. Nicole showed Brooks the broken flower as a warning and he kept shouting, “UHOH!” and trying to stand the poor broken stalk back up. It is also hilarious that they try to sniff flowers from a distance. Like, a far distance. They are also pretending to sleep – this basically consists of one of them randomly collapsing to the ground and fake snoring. Generally when one collapses and snores, so does the other one. Chain reaction pretend narcolepsy. I find this hilarious.
My mother-in-law is coming today and we have an Easter Egg hunt at our alma mater to go to this weekend. I am pretty excited but also physically exhausted just thinking about it. Nicole also wants to go shopping to replace the bleached work pants I’m currently wearing… at work. Nice when you notice those things AFTER you get to work, right? I guess it could be worse – I threw the top I wanted to wear today into the dryer with the rest of a load of baby clothes to fluff this morning at 5:15 AM and when I pulled it out it was covered in chocolate. Someone (coughcough Nicole!) left a reeses egg in a pants pocket!
Nic also wants to go out to dinner. That will be nice. I’m not feeling particularly fancy, though. I’d just as soon go to a dive burger joint than get all gussied up for a night out on the town.
What I reeeeeally need is a vacation.
I am picking up my kindle more and more and reading. I finished book 4 of Game of Thrones and decided to take a break from all the intrigue (as much as my mind keeps wanting me to go back!) and read something in a completely different vein. After an episode of Science Friday (on NPR), I purchased “Visit Sunny Chernobyl” about the author’s ecotourism focusing on the most polluted places on the planet. While maddening and saddening, it is delivered tongue-in-cheek in a very Bill Bryson style that I dig. He isn’t trying to solve the problems, just visiting the real folks who live and work there, describing the issues faced and bringing them to light. Despite the subject matter (in fact, probably just because of it, really) I am loving it. I also found out that my Mother’s home town (Beaumont, Texas) is on the list. Okay, well – not Beaumont, but Port Arthur – 20 minutes away. The oil refineries that made the air there smell so so awful when I visited my grandparents there are extremely toxic. And there are a whole host of other things about that area and the mega refineries. It’s all very interesting reading, seriously.
Don’t worry, Game of Thrones, I’ll be back.
I am so physically and mentally exhausted lately. Having twins? Working 50+ hour weeks? Running? Getting up before dawn? Stress? Probably a combination of all of it. I am still trying to be actively grateful for those moments of clarity when all seems well and my spirit is calm.
Yesterday was cool and windy, but the sun was around just enough to let the kids play in the yard for nearly two hours when we got home. They trampled the hyacinth. Eek. Nicole showed Brooks the broken flower as a warning and he kept shouting, “UHOH!” and trying to stand the poor broken stalk back up. It is also hilarious that they try to sniff flowers from a distance. Like, a far distance. They are also pretending to sleep – this basically consists of one of them randomly collapsing to the ground and fake snoring. Generally when one collapses and snores, so does the other one. Chain reaction pretend narcolepsy. I find this hilarious.
My mother-in-law is coming today and we have an Easter Egg hunt at our alma mater to go to this weekend. I am pretty excited but also physically exhausted just thinking about it. Nicole also wants to go shopping to replace the bleached work pants I’m currently wearing… at work. Nice when you notice those things AFTER you get to work, right? I guess it could be worse – I threw the top I wanted to wear today into the dryer with the rest of a load of baby clothes to fluff this morning at 5:15 AM and when I pulled it out it was covered in chocolate. Someone (coughcough Nicole!) left a reeses egg in a pants pocket!
Nic also wants to go out to dinner. That will be nice. I’m not feeling particularly fancy, though. I’d just as soon go to a dive burger joint than get all gussied up for a night out on the town.
What I reeeeeally need is a vacation.
I am picking up my kindle more and more and reading. I finished book 4 of Game of Thrones and decided to take a break from all the intrigue (as much as my mind keeps wanting me to go back!) and read something in a completely different vein. After an episode of Science Friday (on NPR), I purchased “Visit Sunny Chernobyl” about the author’s ecotourism focusing on the most polluted places on the planet. While maddening and saddening, it is delivered tongue-in-cheek in a very Bill Bryson style that I dig. He isn’t trying to solve the problems, just visiting the real folks who live and work there, describing the issues faced and bringing them to light. Despite the subject matter (in fact, probably just because of it, really) I am loving it. I also found out that my Mother’s home town (Beaumont, Texas) is on the list. Okay, well – not Beaumont, but Port Arthur – 20 minutes away. The oil refineries that made the air there smell so so awful when I visited my grandparents there are extremely toxic. And there are a whole host of other things about that area and the mega refineries. It’s all very interesting reading, seriously.
Don’t worry, Game of Thrones, I’ll be back.
