Some days are slow to start. Fortunately. Otherwise I'd just want to cry. This morning, oldest daughter shooed me back to bed, saying she'd do the dog honors. She just added to her own work load, though. She had to get dressed, etc., but took time to let out Pugs, feed Pugs, let out big dogs, feed big dogs, delegate which dogs got to go out a second time, all the while dolling up herself for work.
She's a treasure.
Now here I sit, listening to the kids rustle awake---I've let them sleep in a bit. We seem to stay up too late, and make up for it with quiet mornings. I mean really---a house with ten people in it IS a noisy place, and if I can snatch some peace, then we're all happier. I will never claim to have it all figured out. I've never fit the mold of the mom of many who juggles successfully so much activity that you'd hold me up for honors. Not hardly. I'm just pretending to be an adult. I really don't have a clue. :P
But not much is on my plate for today. If I had my druthers I'd work in my hand-written journal a bit more. I write in it sure, but enjoy pasting in pictures and doo-dads. Just makes it prettier. And I'd like to have simple creative time that's restoring. I tend to not do that and don't seem able to fit it in.
Must go now. Our yellow Lab., Olive, who drives me nuts, now wants to go out. She's the epitome of patience, but it wears me out. She'll stand in one place (like by the back door) and will wait for someone to let her out, just like she'll stand by the dog covers if Opal, our Shepherd, happens to be in her particular spot, for the longest time. I should time her to see just how long we're talking about. Well, not sure if it's patience or brainlessness. I vote for the latter!
She's a treasure.
Now here I sit, listening to the kids rustle awake---I've let them sleep in a bit. We seem to stay up too late, and make up for it with quiet mornings. I mean really---a house with ten people in it IS a noisy place, and if I can snatch some peace, then we're all happier. I will never claim to have it all figured out. I've never fit the mold of the mom of many who juggles successfully so much activity that you'd hold me up for honors. Not hardly. I'm just pretending to be an adult. I really don't have a clue. :P
But not much is on my plate for today. If I had my druthers I'd work in my hand-written journal a bit more. I write in it sure, but enjoy pasting in pictures and doo-dads. Just makes it prettier. And I'd like to have simple creative time that's restoring. I tend to not do that and don't seem able to fit it in.
Must go now. Our yellow Lab., Olive, who drives me nuts, now wants to go out. She's the epitome of patience, but it wears me out. She'll stand in one place (like by the back door) and will wait for someone to let her out, just like she'll stand by the dog covers if Opal, our Shepherd, happens to be in her particular spot, for the longest time. I should time her to see just how long we're talking about. Well, not sure if it's patience or brainlessness. I vote for the latter!
