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Serious Gray Metal Buttons

Posted on 2016.03.06 at 21:59
The worst hours of the entire week are 6 am to 9 am on Saturday and Sunday morning.  It is the most intense parenting of the entire week - the kids are fighting, hungry, bonkers - and it is just when my appetite for intense parenting is at its weakest. I just can't give up the expectation that weekend mornings ought to be calm and pleasant. And so they're the worst.

It mellows out around 9 or 10 am - Rascal takes a nap, the kids get immersed in Legos or coloring, there's a birthday party or errand to run. Late afternoon can be rough. But I generally enjoy the dinner and bedtime routine.

Nevertheless, I consider Monday to be my day of rest. I go to work, and I am supposed to sit down, and I'm supposed to sit at my computer. I'm supposed to! It's so nice.

The lantana and the Texas mountain laurel both think it's spring:

but the oak trees think its fall:

Those leaves are several inches deep!

The math competition went much, much better than last year. I still find it incredibly stressful though.

A week ago Friday, Hawaii lost one of front teeth:

The remaining one stuck out like a crazy snaggle-tooth. It was noticeably protruding and it held on for a week. Then this past Friday, it fell out too, at a birthday party:

The going rate is fifty cents, at our house.

The birthday party was held at a sorority house. Apparently the birthday girl's mother is the den mother or something. Apparently sorority girls don't mind having twenty first graders ransack their house on a Friday night.  This implies (to me, at least) that the sorority girls have a house-keeper who will be doing the clean up. Or the den mother, I guess.

Look what the roomie made for Jammies:


Look at the detail:

It is quite fetching on Jammies, too.

On the buttons, we debated the merits. E. Messily's view was that a ridiculous shirt deserved ridiculous buttons, and she favored iridescent turquoise or iridescent pink or iridescent pearl.  I opined that it should be more like, "This is my serious shirt. With serious buttons. Why do you ask?"  and so I preferred gray metal buttons. E. Messily gave me the benefit of the doubt, and used the serious buttons. I think it looks great.


I had P&Z training on Tuesday. It felt like the first day of school. I picked out what I was going to wear (jeans and a cardigan). I was very excited.

For about five hours, two of us met with the staff of the Heebieville Land Use department. They went over city codes and zoning and smart codes and conditional use permits with us. I loved it. I liked poring over the maps of our town and thinking about coding details. I felt important. Ushering in the future of Heebieville, one land-use code at a time.

I have been doing nightly mindfulness with the kids since last fall. The novelty has worn off. It was getting tedious.*  But it is hard to end a routine with kids, without them having an obstinate knee-jerk reaction against quitting.   So I told them they had completed this level of mindfulness, and now there would be a break until it was time to resume training. I was very pleased with myself for this framing.  (At some point, they will seem stressed out or they'll be having trouble coping, and then we'll level up.  After all, it did seem like it helped for a while.)(They do keep asking if it's time to resume.)

* My grandmother has (or had) a joke: "Tedium. Tedium. Tedium. Tedium-tedium-tedium!"  It is hard to explain what makes it funny. It sounds like galloping - giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up - but why is that funny? It just is. I really liked it when she told it.

Have I complained how bloody single-minded and stubborn Rascal is? He's intense.


E. Messily's health woes have leveled up, too, with some next-level back pain. I am like Chewbacca - I can sort of howl in anguished empathy and I can drive her places, but not much else. We are finally getting in to see her new doctor this week, which was the first available appointment when E. booked it back in January.


(Anonymous) at 2016-03-07 17:38 (UTC) (Link)
There's a lot to be said for a sympathetic Wookie roar!
-J, Robot
e_messily at 2016-03-08 01:05 (UTC) (Link)
In reality Heebie is very helpful in myriad other ways too. She brings me drinks and rubs my arms and laughs at my jokes and hugs me even though she hates cuddling. Good Wookie.
heebie_geebie at 2016-03-08 02:16 (UTC) (Link)
(Anonymous) at 2016-03-09 16:09 (UTC) (Link)

(tedious response)

OMG OMG what a great shirt! Heather Ross fabric, I think?

And sorry Messily's pain is bad. That sucks.

- Thorn
e_messily at 2016-03-10 03:00 (UTC) (Link)

Re: (tedious response)

Thanks! No, it's Sara Lawson. It's really nice voile. (I got it here: http://www.hawthornethreads.com/fabric/designer/sara_lawson/fantasia_voile/unicorn_fable_voile_in_sageplant)

I have pajamas in that Heather Ross one, though, from a few years ago when it was out in double gauze. Unicorn fabric 4eva.

The doctor gave me more drugs so my back is back to manageably painful instead of bedridden painful. Hooray!
(Anonymous) at 2016-03-10 05:01 (UTC) (Link)

Re: (tedious response)

I am definitely not a fan of manageable pain but a frequent companion. It does beat certain alternatives.

I'm sure your pajamas are fantastic too! (Ooh, double gauze pajamas! I should learn to sew properly.)
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