Hello Internet Friends! I am home from my very last birthday extravaganza, which involved drinks on a deck overlooking Puget Sound, and possibly a sunset (I'm not sure, I was doing all the drinking) and WOW has this month been killer. Like I was telling my friends tonight: TOO MUCH FUN!
So much fun that when I come home I hold my face in my hands and wail over the filthy bathrooms and crumby carpets and toys - OH THE TOYS! You guys, the other day I spent the entire afternoon putting all the tiny toy parts back with the corresponding bigger toy parts and reorganizing bins and boxes and stacking the play dishes and getting the baby dolls all cozy in their baskets and then I was all, "Now. NOW I can be happy." I sat on my couch and surveyed my kingdom and all was well in the world.
Then the kids came downstairs and started playing with their toys and my life is ruined. Again.
There's also the laundry, which never ends, even though I am doing it every single day. The kitchen, which I spick and spanned before SIL came over, that went back to looking Disastrous the minute I started making lunch. My bedroom, which has never looked nice. Jack's room, which he insists on using. Molly's room, where the furniture still doesn't look right. And the living room, which will never please me since it is half living room and half office. And I have boxes of my grandmother's things stacked up on the washer and dryer, since they are the only available surfaces left. Which means every time I do the laundry (which is seventeen times a day) I have to move boxes of crystal (!) and cookie sheets and a big box of papers, including my parents' wedding invitation with a handwritten note inside: a list of things like flowers and food and dress materials and how much everything cost. I can't throw THAT away! (Mom, do you even know I have this? Do you want it?!) But I have no idea what to DO with it either. So there it sits, on my washer and dryer.
OH THE INSANITY.
I don't think Phillip sees these things. If he does, he certainly doesn't seem bothered by them. I was telling a friend about this tonight and she said, "ME TOO! And here I was, thinking I had OCD or something." And I wanted to say, "Oh GOD no, Friend Of Mine, let me introduce you to the internet!"
So anyway. We are very busy. Very very very. And I hardly have time to keep my house half decent when we AREN'T busy.
I haven't had time to write. I haven't had time to garden (which appears to be a lost cause anyway, if the number and scope of the weeds means anything. I'm pretty sure this place hasn't been weeded in fifty years.) I haven't had time to box up the too-small clothes, or take anything to Goodwill, or figure out what to do with all my scarves and extra bags that are piled up in a corner of my bedroom. I haven't even had time to watch television, so you KNOW things are bad.
This reminds me that the last minute of Mad Men is showing as I type. I would despair over this except for the lemon drop and gin and tonic in my system. That and the fact that I know my husband will hunt it down for me tomorrow. SHHH!
What I have had time to do is read my beloved Kindle. Did I say beloved? OH YES. I was one of those people who didn't believe the hype, who got all snotty nosed about HOLDING books and TURNING PAGES and PAPER and HEFT and looking at them on SHELVES, but, um, WHATEVER, OLD ME! The new me is in love with her Kindle, AKA The Money Pit. I've only bought cheaper books so far (The Book Thief: $5.99! And is TERRIFIC thus far!) but I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out. I already put about ten books on my wish list. And you can read it in direct sunlight! Which means I can read it while lounging in my MIL's beach chair in her ginormous sunny backyard!
Phillip understands that if Amazon.com causes us to go broke it will be all his fault.
I'm tired. Did I tell you how busy we are? But I think things calm down starting tomorrow. The summer is not yet over. There is still time for sitting around in my backyard.