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Random Day In My Life

So I started out the day by accidentally sleeping in until 10:30 while my children tried to stay as quiet as they possibly could so that I wouldn't come downstairs and turn off their beloved Scooby Doo on Cartoon Network. Then I spent the next hour or so watching the last half of some old Country Western music singer movie with Robert Duvall, singing honky tonk style and then cried when his daughter died at the end and he declared, while hoeing weeds out of the garden, that he had never and would never understand why God let him live through a car accident he had while drunk and killed his daughter when hers wasn't her fault and how he could never and would never trust happiness.

Cried. Buckets. I did. I must be hormonal.

Then I called some people to show them how crazy I really am and proceeded to sob over the video for Remember When by Alan Jackson because it just so totally hits me and his wife and daughters are in the video and I didn't know he was back with his wife and that made me cry even more because I was so happy for them. Yeah, Hormonal with a capital H.

That pretty much fucked me up for the entire day. I tried to watch the cooking channel but it just wasn't coming together for me. I just didn't do a whole lot else today except curl up on the couch.

Logan did his minimal requirements for "something educational" and then spent the rest of the afternoon waxing poetic on the virtues of owning a pharaoh hound. He is still randomly researching for "the perfect dog" in hopes of us finally giving in. It is such an exhausted subject for me. I don't know how to resolve it.

The girls spend a lot of time in their room together now. They have a lot of interesting resources. Between computer games, books, toys, music, and art supplies, I will probably never see them outside of mealtime again. I get the occasional "I'm All Done" song when Hope is on the potty and needs help but I have to actually go looking for them if I want them.

However, for the first time in months the laundry is all caught up and the dishes are done and there was nothing much for me to do except totally veg out. I have lots of picture projects I should have worked on and I should have made bread but I just sat here. Some days are just like this. Savannah is break dancing in the middle of the floor to her Radio Disney CD and Logan and Hope are now chasing each other around with black bandanas on, so I assume they are ninjas or pirates or something. The Monkey just strolled in and I suppose someone is going to want me to get off my tattooed ass and make dinner.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 12, 2004 at 06:07 PM