I'm protesting 107 degree Dallas heat. So far no one's listening, but I have a few fans. It's disgustingly hot! This morning we went to visit my sister in law and my beautiful niece who is turning 2 tomorrow. She and Avery are so cute together; they irresistibly chase each other around and share baby dolls. My parents live 20 minutes away and we get to play when we come in town - which during the school year doesn't mean much, but in the summer we play catch up.
My sister in law is 8 months pregnant with baby 2 and is moving at a much faster speed than I can with the air conditioning set a 55. So she invites us over for some sprinkler time at a local park. And despite the urge to sit under the fan in a dark room, Ave and I head over for our play date at 9am, swimsuits in hand. It’s a good thing, because the second we hit the park the girls were shrieking with excitement (okay, mostly Ave, my niece would just smile her beautiful smile) and it was so infectious you wanted to splash around too.
Just one thing, it's not even 10am and I have soaked through my shirt in sweat. No wet t-shirt contest here, just one sweaty, stinky Mom, trying miserable to escape from this Hell that's located 267 miles north of MY HOME! I don't won't to seem like I'm not having fun, but I've been a cranky kitty since I've been here and it's simply related to heat. There is no shade, I can't escape.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Monday, July 03, 2006
Projects for an Idled Mind
Perhaps it's because I'm not good at sitting still (except behind the computer), but I've become obsessed with all things home makeover-ish. I'm perfectly happy with my house - all the furniture isn't screaming at me to rearrange it. But, I need something productive to do - and this usually means some project that I get half way through and regret or look at Dave for his help in finishing it.
So...I'll admit it, it's just an excuse to shop. And it all started a trip to IKEA and another one. I dragged #1 and #2 with me for promises of fun - a NEW toy and a SPRITE, plus lots of gum for #2 because she mostly swallows it. We did have a lot of fun for the 5 hours of overwhelming (and cheap) world of IKEA. However, next time I will take up the FREE child care they offer and shop buy myself for the two hour time limit. After two seperate hours trashing the toy section, I realized I just want to get the heck out - the kids can stay and shop !?! However, when I checked out, drove 45 minutes to M&Ds, showed off all the great buys, I realized it was a PERFECT day!
Yep, you have realized it... I am crazy. Except it gets worse. So my best friend who has moved back to D Town from a working stint in Phoenix came over that night. She isn't the shopper I am - she runs in, buys what she wants, and leaves within a reasonable time period. I have to look at everything, think about it, carry it around, think some more, put it back and repeat the process. No, it's not fun, but I'm accepting the fact that I am crazy and it's just in the package that's become me. So I am on this high and I have to bring out everything again, show her, and apologize for not behaving properly as I am clearly obsessed.
After I calm down I realize a few things: Dave's already hung up on me and already can feel the heat of the unrelenting guilt that overcomes me after this process. Okay, so I have to return a few items. I'm going back with a strategic plan - think only playroom/office and a cohesive style for our bedroom. Did I say I was only returning items?
So my next victim is Mom, and although I have a shopping style more like my Dad, she has agreed to go on the adventure. I don't think she is truly aware of what she's gotten herself into. So we pack it up and head out another 45 minutes and $3.25 for the tolls.
Horrible, awful, but in the sadist fashion - FUN! Mom had only one request: “Are you ready to go?”
Almost, can you watch Ave in the toy section while I run through here?
Overall, I realize I have too much time on my hands. I might need professional help. I need to keep my own obsessive habits quiet in my head. (So SORRY!)
Until next time, I'm off to Home Depot to refinish a bookcase!
So...I'll admit it, it's just an excuse to shop. And it all started a trip to IKEA and another one. I dragged #1 and #2 with me for promises of fun - a NEW toy and a SPRITE, plus lots of gum for #2 because she mostly swallows it. We did have a lot of fun for the 5 hours of overwhelming (and cheap) world of IKEA. However, next time I will take up the FREE child care they offer and shop buy myself for the two hour time limit. After two seperate hours trashing the toy section, I realized I just want to get the heck out - the kids can stay and shop !?! However, when I checked out, drove 45 minutes to M&Ds, showed off all the great buys, I realized it was a PERFECT day!
Yep, you have realized it... I am crazy. Except it gets worse. So my best friend who has moved back to D Town from a working stint in Phoenix came over that night. She isn't the shopper I am - she runs in, buys what she wants, and leaves within a reasonable time period. I have to look at everything, think about it, carry it around, think some more, put it back and repeat the process. No, it's not fun, but I'm accepting the fact that I am crazy and it's just in the package that's become me. So I am on this high and I have to bring out everything again, show her, and apologize for not behaving properly as I am clearly obsessed.
After I calm down I realize a few things: Dave's already hung up on me and already can feel the heat of the unrelenting guilt that overcomes me after this process. Okay, so I have to return a few items. I'm going back with a strategic plan - think only playroom/office and a cohesive style for our bedroom. Did I say I was only returning items?
So my next victim is Mom, and although I have a shopping style more like my Dad, she has agreed to go on the adventure. I don't think she is truly aware of what she's gotten herself into. So we pack it up and head out another 45 minutes and $3.25 for the tolls.
Horrible, awful, but in the sadist fashion - FUN! Mom had only one request: “Are you ready to go?”
Almost, can you watch Ave in the toy section while I run through here?
Overall, I realize I have too much time on my hands. I might need professional help. I need to keep my own obsessive habits quiet in my head. (So SORRY!)
Until next time, I'm off to Home Depot to refinish a bookcase!
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