I had one job

Or, to be more accurate, I had one small list (in my head) of things to be done yesterday.  It was Sunday, not much was required of me.  I needed to:

-Get some paperwork signed for my son's school
-Buy my son safety glasses (he attends a technical high school and he needs them for shop)
-iron his shop shirts
-wash and vacuum the car
-make tacos for dinner since I promised them to my daughter

I didn't do any of it.  Now, before you picture me sitting on the couch happily enjoying a lazy Sunday, let's make one thing clear.  I didn't choose not to do any of it.  I forgot to do it all.  As in, literally did not remember one thing. Well, I did feed my family dinner, but they did not get tacos because I had forgotten to buy the taco shells.  Of course.  Which brings me to my question. Where has my brain gone and can I please have it back?

I used to be the person who never forgot anything.  I was the organized one, the on-time one, the one who had my act together.  Lately, I am the one who barely remembers what that was like.  I know after I had my kids there was the expression "baby brain" for the new moms who couldn't think straight.  Maybe there is a similar expression for people my age.  How about "middle-aged-mom brain"?  Or maybe "over-stressed -mom brain"  Or maybe we should just go with "slightly-insane-mom brain"  None of them quite have that catchy ring to them that I want.  My son just says I am old and that is why I forget.  Of course, there speaks the teenager who routinely forgets to hang up his towel after his shower.

I think I need to go back to using a paper planner.  I was much more organized when I used to do that.  Am I the only one who has trouble with calendars and lists on my phone?

So today I have another list of things to do.  Of course, it is much longer since it is Monday, but I am writing it down so maybe I will get some of it done.

Oh, and one more confession, I took a shower yesterday and forgot to wash my hair.  How does one do that?  I didn't realize until I was completely dressed and combing my hair out and it wasn't tangled.

So if there are reports of a dazed woman with greasy hair wandering through town while clutching a list in her hand, that would be me.  I apologize in advance.

Little things


I have butterfly bushes right outside my kitchen windows.  There were butterflies swarming all around the bushes yesterday afternoon.  I am not sure what kind these are but they sure are beautiful. Butterflies are surprising hard to photograph.  They kept fluttering away as soon as I got close.


This sunflower showed up in my gardens even though I didn't plant any sunflowers. However, my daughter likes to feed the birds and has a feeder right nearby.  The birds must have planted it for us! It is such a nice surprise and it just makes me happy to look at it.


We were walking out the door to go swimming at a friend's house and my daughter spotted this gorgeous grasshopper on my sage plant.  He was huge and such a bright yellow.

I think I need to notice the little things more often.  They do brighten my day.

Back to School

girl in a tree

My daughter went back to school today. She is ten years old, in the fifth grade.  It's her first year in the intermediate school. I watched her out the window as she waited for the bus. She was nervous and excited all at the same time.  She had a new outfit that included a shirt with a bunny on it, a new backpack because her old one with orange sharks was for little kids and her hair in a braid down her back.  There was my little girl. The little girl who still thinks she can sit on my lap for a hug.  The little girl who still covets stuffed animals and plays with dolls.  The little girl who pretends she is a sea otter when she is in the pool.  There was my little girl.

There was a big girl too.  One I didn't quite know.  There was a girl who picked out shirts for school based on how pretty they were rather than whether they looked like something her older brother would wear.  There was the girl who has a crush on a boy we know and giggles about it with her best friend.  There was a girl who worries about whether her glasses make her ugly and whether she is fat. (That breaks my heart. Why does society do that to girls?) There was a girl who has suddenly decided shoe shopping is interesting.  There was a girl who is changing so fast I sometimes feel like I can't keep up with her.

The bus came and she climbed on, that mix of little girl and big girl. I waved from the window.  I was waving goodbye and waving hello.

Things I wish I had known about starting a blog

country road

  1. You can spend a lot of time researching the differences between blogging platforms but really, at this point it doesn't matter.  Just pick one and get started. Otherwise you will emerge from the depths of the internet a year from now, still without a blog and still confused.  It is the same with a name.  Just pick one, don't over analyze.  Or is that just me?
  2. Photographs are hard.  All those effortless looking photos of a coffee mug, a flower, and plate of food, a book, a purse, whatever?  Not so effortless.
  3. "If you build it they will come" is not necessarily true.  You can create a blog and write some posts but there is no guarantee anyone will read it. It is a bit of a shock when you publish your first post and no one reads it.  Plus, all the information about getting traffic for your blog assumes you have at least some traffic already.  What if you are really completely new at this?
  4. Which brings me to social media.  Apparently you need social media to get readers.  I am going to have to figure that one out.  I am a bit scared of social media.  I know. Yes, I am from the dark ages.
  5. Also, you are supposed to connect with other bloggers in order to promote your blog.  What?! But I started a blog because I am not good at connecting with people!
  6. Once you start a blog, no matter how new it is, your brain will start analyzing everything in order to determine if it can be turned into a blog post. And then you will lie in bed at night writing the post in your head, but you will be too lazy to get up and write it down.  So when you get up in the morning it will be gone.  The post you come up with will never be as good as the one you wrote in your head at one in the morning. Maybe a notebook on my bedside table would be a good idea.
  7. One of the best pieces of advice I read was to go back into the archives of your favorite blogs and read their first posts. It is very reassuring.  They didn't magically appear as a polished blogger so don't compare yourself to the polished blogger.
  8. It is strangely satisfying to publish blog posts, even if you don't have many readers.  Maybe it is because you are creating something?  I am not sure, but I think it could get addictive.
  9. People are very opinionated.  Don't believe every article you read about how to blog.  For example, take everything I have just said with a grain of salt.
  10. Blogging is surprisingly fun.  Go with it.

Sense and Sensibility

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books--Jane Austen

I read Sense and Sensibility again. For what is probably the 999th time, give or take a few hundred.  I love Jane Austen.  I feel like I have to clarify things here.  I have loved Jane Austen since before loving Jane Austen was cool.  Since before all the movies, merchandise, and fan fiction.  Sometimes I feel like the whole world has come along and taken over something I really love.  It is a crazy way to think, I know that, but still...I loved Jane Austen before loving her was cool.  Though I am pretty sure saying "cool" is not cool and I am showing my age.

Anyway, when I was reading Sense and Sensibility again I thought about how timeless Austen is.  So many books written a few hundred years ago never let you forget you are reading an old novel.  When I read Jane Austen's books time doesn't really matter.  The story is just as true today as it was when it was written.  It is just as heart-wrenching and just as witty.  It is impossible not to feel for Marianne in her conviction that her opinions are set and will never alter. Who does not remember their opinionated teenage years?  Your heart aches for the realities of life ahead for her but you can't help smiling because it is all so familiar.  I laughed at the line where Marianne says that "a woman of seven and twenty...can never hope to feel or inspire affection again."  Didn't we all once think life was over at 18? And I loved the description of Willoughby departing "to make himself still more interesting, in the midst of a heavy rain." Frequently it is the little lines I really enjoy.  The few words of a description or the words that show you the feelings of a character.  Jane Austen is a master at using those few words to accomplish much.

I know I am not saying anything new about Sense and Sensibility, but I just love reading it.  And then I want to talk about it.

And so it begins

I am sitting on my couch with my laptop, trying to find the words for a first post.  It feels like it should be momentous.  I made this blog and I thought I had something to say.  Where are the words now?  Of course, they could be in hiding because they don't want to compete with all the words coming from my daughter.  She has been searching the attic for some stuffed animals she played with when she was smaller and now she is having an ongoing conversation about names for them.  Have you ever had to come up with a name for a bad guy teddy bear (who knew that was a thing?) when the name has to have something to do with water?  You would think after ten years of helping her name stuffed animals I would be better at it.  She did not like my suggestion of Drizzle.  Imagine that.

So there you have it, a little snippet of my life. My daughter, teddy bears, my thoughts getting sidetracked by the everyday.  But that is okay. Because I think that is why I want to do this.  I want to remember the little things, rant about the annoying things, and have somewhere to discuss the interesting things.

And the teddy bear?  She named him Hydro.  He is the one on the left.

crocheted teddy bears