Things that get me moving in the morning:
- Hearing the sound of the shower stop hitting his body, start hitting the floor, as the shower door pops open. J. showers first and I get 8 – 10 minutes more time in bed listening to the water. Then, he gets out and leaves it running to which I always say "Ooh! Hot!" as I step into a pre-warmed shower and close the door. But it's not too hot. It's perfect.
- The potential to keep painting the interior of my house. I love, love, love painting – so long as I choose the right color the first time.
- Knowing my little dog almost has a seizure she's so happy to see me after he dad takes her out to do her business.
- Having coffee delivered to the bathroom (two splenda packets, splash of milk), just like he's done every morning since our very first sleep-over ever.
- My email. Yes, I like to see whose emailed me in the hours since I checked last. I love the emails I get from my Aunts and our very favorite real estate agent. They are the best.
Things that have worn me out:
- Worries about The Boy's end of Grade 9. There are some high expectations, but with everything The Boy does, there's a certain amount of relaxation going on that I do not comprehend. He does not get worked up about such things. Nor, it seems, should I.
- Lawncare. Weed control. Landscaping considerations. That I am almost 33 and have not yet lived in a house that had an inground swimming pool. Is that too much to ask? Is it? IS IT?
- People who collect animals. You know, the types that already have 1 or 2 or 3 dogs/cats/combinations of both – don't look after them, engage them, train them – but just simply can't resist a new puppy? Makes. Me. Sick.
- Summer schedules and vacation plans. What vacation? The vacation I'm technically not getting. Maybe.
- Swatting mosquitoes.
- Worrying that because of the condition of our basement, if we were to die suddenly, our closest friends and family would wonder how we hid it all for all of these years and if they could feature us, posthumously, on "Hoarders".
1 comment:
Your last note made me laugh. Sorry!
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