an earl gray day
i am sharing the name of my new favorite tea in todays post title. at least it’s my new favorite tea for this week. 2 bags of earl grey, vanilla soymilk and a dash of organic sugar. i don’t have the slightest idea what bergamot is. but i like it.
i just realized that i am suffering from a little deja vu or groundhog day. depending on how you look at it. as i found myself in the kitchen. making lunch. it is wednesday again. piano and guitar lesson day again. and there i was making spaghetti. again. only this time i did not use a jar of some overpriced organic sauce. today it is just good ol’ hunts traditional.
so if it is just a bad case of groundhog day i have learned my lesson. i spent less money this week on sauces.
the deja vu thing could just very well be that this is my life. love it or leave it. and maybe i haven’t really learned anything because i could swear that by wednesday of last week my kitchen was cleaner. what did i do differently?
maybe i didn’t have the blahs. maybe i wasn’t trying to read and understand a tale of two cities so that i could share long drawn out conversations about gothic themes in british literature with my totally disinterested teenager. who btw is currently napping with a blanket over his face. bored out of his mind.
maybe i’m bored out of my mind too. the most exciting thing that has happened to me today was when in said kitchen, attempting to tackle said mountain of dirty dishes, i somehow squeezed the soap bottle and a bunch of little tiny bubbles came bouncing out. floating up into the air they caught the light reflecting in the window from outside and were so colorful and pretty.
being at home too much can be a dangerous thing, wouldn’t you agree? this post just might very well reveal me to be on the brink of insanity. at least maybe a mild case of it.
my girl is standing at the window whistling to the bird next door. it is answering her back. that insanity thing could very well be genetic.
must. attempt. to socialize the children. this. week.
i really loved the discussion over at jaimie’s regarding introverts and extroverts. i have sort of been thinking about the whole issue a lot lately anyway since my girl had a crying fit the other day because she was lonely. the boys had been gone all day with dad. my parents came and went. it was just me and her. and i was no fun because i was feeling under the weather. anyway, after a few aspirin-for me- and a nap i invited her on a bike ride. it was a good distraction for both of us. fresh air does wonders. but the whole incident left me thinking about not just her mental health, but all of the kids.
but i’ll save that for another post.
and i’ll close with some constellation cards.
aren’t they lovely? we were sorely disappointed to miss the meteor showers last night. middle son was terribly sick with a cough and fever. couldn’t really see the logic in ripping him out of bed at 2 am to take a trip outdoors. it sounded so adventurous and fun. at 8 or so last night everyone was willing to go. but when i failed to wake up for the alarm i had so carefully set for 2 am i knew it just wasn’t in the stars for us to venture out.
maybe next time.
and i didn’t even entertain what superwoman would do in a situation like mine. she probably never even has sick kids.
Regan, wow, I would not have pictured you as an introvert, you, being so creative and talented in so many ways…which actually now thinking about it more, it makes more sense that you are! I’m so glad we all blog though, it brings us all together, introverts and extroverts and inbetweens!!
I think you are right though about people thinking introverts are snobs, or feeling like they don’t like them, of course it’s the extroverts that feel snubbed, right?
Just be you, I love you the way you are!
Beramot is orange, and earl grey is very lovely. Wish I could join you. No soy milk, just a teaspoon of honey.
Loved your response on Jamie’s blog about being an introvert. As for superwoman … did she have kids at all??
Hey Superwoman with bubbles and cool earl grey tea! I really like the constellation star thing. Looks like fun. What you need to do is get rich quick, find a plane ticket and come visit me and Jamie. Jamie talks a lot. I am more of a listener. (i meant talks a lot in a good way Jamie!!!)
Pray about it and somehow you will find the pep-in-your-step and solve all the worlds (or your own) problems or whatever it is you need.
I think you are so creative. You might just need some girlfriend time. Your daughter too. Have a tea party!
Hang in there and watch the bubbles. Sometimes that is all we can do.
I love it when my washing up liquid squirts tiny bubbles! They are so fun!!
My girl just had a moment with me, asking why a friend (who is a year older and a boy) in our old stomping grounds no longer emails her . . . I know she’s hurting in the sense of a lost friendship (she just thinks he is a friend). We don’t know, I told her, what’s happening to him or with him, and, to speculate may create a false idea. It always hurts and only time can fix things. She’ll see. And, after my new mattress set gets delivered, we’ll go get some ice cream. 😉
You are fine! I whistle to the birds and they sing back to me. Nothing “funny” about it. I talk to Holly and she understands me. In her way.
I love Hunts Traditional in a pinch – you can add whatever you need and sometimes it is just fresh garlic!
i don’t think she had kids at all. after all, she wasn’t married was she?
I happen to think Christine talks a lot….hmmmm wonder who’s right?
The debate goes on at my blog, more comments, interesting, I must say!
For the record, Superwoman was an Amazon! I remember grown women and young girls. I don’t believe they allowed men on their island. How they proliferated I have no idea … that’s what I remember from my cartoom watching days.