I went to breakfast with my dear friend Holly today. We were talking about the falseness of social media. I am not a fan of Facebook and such but I do write this blog. While I try to be pretty honest here in this space I feel I might be better. Now I know many of you do not agree with me, blogs should be a place of peace and beauty, I agree but if you have read me for very long there has to be a bit of reality with all the pretty flowers. So here I go............
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine, was not my favorite book. I hear raves and raves about it, and I will give it an okay rating. I liked how she grew and changed, I just felt it dragged in many places and went way too fast in others. It just wasn't my favorite book of the year. I hated Gone Girl, The Cuckoos Calling and The Goldfinch, also hugely popular books.
I had to treat myself for lice this week as I was working on a little one while her mother picked dead lice eggs out of her sisters hair. I was so grossed out and itchy I treated myself even if I did not have them. I can't believe she did not call me to cancel, but she said the two I work with did not have it!
Raising two five month old puppies is tough stuff. Today you would have been aghast at me running around the kitchen table after Bear yelling because he had just pooped on my carpet. We have not had an accident in a while and I had just taken him out. Of course I was trying to get Little Buddy to school at the time it all happened adding to my frustration.
I would like to be able to sit and crochet all by myself for an hour or two with absolutely no one walking in the room, no one asking me a question, stopping to watch what show I have on, no puppies fighting or anyone making a loud coffee. Just some peace and quiet.
I am not as nice and calm as I portray here. I can be very short and sassy. My Mother always said to me that sarcasm is not becoming. I agree yet I am still sarcastic. Oh, well. I swear, too!
Little Buddy did not get a bath for three days in a row. To be honest I was just too tired by the time I got home from work.
I am getting sick of the fury boys eating everything in sight, Little Buddy's glasses, dish cloths, dish towels, mulch, sticks, my glasses (although these are readers so are pretty cheap), cars, trucks, stuffed animals that are not theirs, yarn, the sofa, tile, a rocking chair, Little Buddy's ride on moose, paper, newspaper, or anything else they can reach which is about everything as they are growing like weeds.
I wish I had time to exercise, I don't, and I am not making that up.
By the looks of things I may never knit again. I am re-naming my blog to Mere-Never-Knits.
I am often a better friend and sister than I am a wife and mother. Seems I have endless patience with the first two and none with the latter two.
I am so sick of the politics in this country, it makes me ill every day. Yet I refuse to hide my head in the sand, this is the reality of our lives, I can't pretend it isn't happening.
I am so mad that Little Buddy's ophthalmologists office took three days to call in a script for his glasses, and another three days to return phone calls about the script. He has new glasses as of today but I am still not sure if they are right. There are no bifocals all of the sudden. He needs glasses for distance but then how does he see close up? Yup, I called them today and as you can guess there was no return phone call. He goes to the pediatric specialist in our area so unfortunately he has no choice but to be seen by this doctor.
My car battery died Tuesday morning, but I got it started again and drove to the dealership for a new one. They got me right in and I was still able to get to work. It could have been much worse.
I can't spell and hate punctuation. I think one of my five concussions as a child wiped those areas off my brain. As for the punctuation.....I bet you knew that by reading this blog.
I put Little Buddy to bed as soon as I got home from work on Monday after I heard he had hit the babysitter. There is a no hitting rule here and I was too tired to deal with him. At 8:10 pm he was in bed, by 8:20 he was asleep. He must have needed it.
See the new glasses? They look a bit big but he will grow into them. He picked red inside and black outside. Red is his favorite color. The last photo cracks me up. See, not all photos are perfect either.
I am going to try and be a bit more real here in this space. I think it is important that our lives don't look picture perfect, because they are not!