September 2, 2008
For some mysterious reason, I was feeling particularly productive this holiday weekend.
Yesterday for example...I sent Jared off for a day of fishing, painted the den a fabulous shade of blue, organized our 2-car garage from top to bottom, sifted through some hand-me-downs, prepped dinner, baked a dozen banana-nut muffins from scratch, picked an armful of veggies from the garden, and washed, dried & folded six loads of laundry--all before 2 pm. The television stayed off, the laptop stayed shut, and James was particularly well behaved. I should also mention that I maintained a very perky disposition throughout the entire course of the morning.
That last paragraph could have been hijacked from almost any Mormon mommy blog on the internets. And get this--none of it was a lie! I was actually productive. It was so fabulously out of the ordinary that I honestly wouldn't have flinched if a handsome set of missionaries swung by my immaculate house, slapped a pink bow on my head, and shipped me off to Utah!
I have no idea where the firecracker up my arse came from last weekend, but it must have been hormonal--because normally on my off days I spend the hours between 7 and 2 lying on the couch, fake moaning, and pretending to have a roaring case of morning sickness. Then, somewhere around 3:30, I roll myself over and I'm like, "Hey, I think I feel better. We better go get some onion rings."
But not yesterday.
Yesterday I ate organic cucumbers and hummus for lunch.
Yesterday I paraded James up and down the street in his wagon so he could show all of our neighbors that he dressed himself (in pajamas, a baby-sized neck tie, and winter boots).
Yesterday I OOOHHed and AHHHHed over pictures of my husband with a twenty-inch salmon on his line. And then I OOOHHed and AHHHHed some more. And then some more.
But today is a new day, my friends. And today I slipped out of my office, taped a MEETING IN PROGRESS sign to my door, and drove twenty-two miles in my hubcapless car to buy an Egg McMuffin sandwich.
It's good to have me back. Well--kind of.