Had a good weekend…we’ve had tons and tons of rain. The rivers are all wonderfully high and the yards are very green. I love rain…and it’s been mostly peaceful rain. We’ve had some stormy weather with it, but it’s been mostly just wet. It does have it’s drawbacks, I don’t necessarily like to get out in it, but the home part of rain is good.
Sunday it poured on us while we got ready for church and I had a shoe dilemma. I am still babying this right foot of mine and the only flat shoes I have are tennis-shoes or sandals. I don’t really like to wear sandals in the rain and I don’t like to wear tennis-shoes to church. I finally dug real deep and found a pair of very cloggy looking flat shoes that were only open in the back. They were far from pretty, but they were a step up from tennis-shoes.
Sunday afternoon found us at a friends house for a 4 year old’s birthday party complete with a blow up game and lots of little people flitting around a very wet yard. We really enjoyed ourselves and despite the bits of rain we felt now and then, everyone was content to just be comfortable indoors or out. Owen was soaked from head to toe and I was glad I had thought to bring along extra clothes for everyone…just in case.
Kris and I were able to clean the boys up and get them to bed at a very reasonable hour that night, and still had time to watch a movie without them. It’s always nice when you actually have a movie’s worth of child free time.
Yesterday found us catching up on things. Laundry, dishes, mail, and phone calls were all proudly handled in the morning and a little rest time for those of us at home in the afternoon was much needed. Well, the phone calls were handled in the morning. Nothing else gets done when I’m on the phone and on the computer in the morning. The laundry and dishes and stuff were handled after I recovered from the phone calls. I really get tired out from that sort of thing. Not sure why.
Today I finished the last of the laundry which consisted of pulling one last load out of the dryer and folding it. Then putting all that I folded yesterday away with it. Ah…there’s my chair. But what really happened today was a lot of walking. I walked around the library and found books for each boy. “Runaway Ralph” still isn’t in so I asked them to hold it for us. I put pennies in the elephant bank to entertain Ivan, and let Aron choose a board book from the colorful bin in the center of the kids section. Then I walked around Wal-mart for a long time because we needed lots and lots of stuff. My fridge was nearly empty and my pantry was lacking a few necessities. I picked up eggs from the egg man on the way home and had just enough time to unload groceries and get a few of them in the fridge before going to get Owen from pre-school.
After school we looked at papers and read library books and took naps and played outside and did all that stuff that you do after school.
So…if any of this sounds boring…well…that’s because it is. I mean…I am only posting because I feel like I should…not because there’s anything really interesting to say. Sometimes life is just life…which is very, very good and I’m not complaining one bit. But this part will most likely not be included in my memoirs.
Oh…that reminds me. I was thinking about some of the more interesting things in my life, and wondering if any of it were book worthy. Not that I’m really thinking of writing about my life…it was just a passing thought. But it got me thinking about autobiographies. How do people do that? How do you get personal and honest enough to write a book worth buying, without hurting people’s feelings and in other ways damaging relationships and trust? I just don’t think I could do that…even if I had something really interesting to say.
Ooo. I know exactly what you mean about phone calls. I absolutely hate doing that and always leave it to do last. Then it’s really awful. I can sometimes handle two in a row, but that’s about it.
I love the “just life” parts of life. I’m glad you shared yours. It’s the stuff that you don’t remember years down the road. Now that it’s here, you can find it some time in the future. It will be wonderful to remember what life was like in the daily grind with small boys. And you’ll smile and sort of wish they were still small. Then you’ll laugh and realize that you don’t wish that at all.
I think, if one aims to write an autobiography, one should live a life so singularly interesting that the story could be told coherently, consisting wholly of the wildly good parts and avoiding any real damage to the supporting characters 🙂
I like life to be boring every now and then, myself.
Thanks for blogging about your boring life. That way I don’t have to blog about mine. I’ll just send everybody over here and have them insert girls wherever you mention boys 😉
i love it when you blog about plain old life because I can picture you and the boys going through it, just like the last time I was there. It brings you all closer!
Hey, send some wet stuff down our way, ok?
I know what you mean about autobiogrophies. When we were in Vienna the Lord told me to talk about part of my testimony that I don’t usually talk about. People told me they appreciated what I said, but later I told Timothy, “…that wasn’t the half of it.” The other half would inculde someone too many people there knew and I didn’t think that would be good.