Tagged: adayinthelife

The sky was completely clear this morning when I woke up at the godforsaken hour of 7:30 A.M. ON A SATURDAY. *raises clenched fist, shakes it* The kids got up at the exact same time foiling my evil plan of keeping them up really late last night in the hopes they’d sleep in this morning and proceeded to bounce into our bed to welcome Daddy home. 🙂 A few hours later, the sun is doing a smackdown on all the snow scabs that are still holding on, and the sky is new blue, spring blue, with wisps of cirrus veils...

What do you do when you find an accessory for your home that you absolutely LOVE and MUST HAVE, but your husband (or roommate or boyfriend or whatever) gets that look on his face when you take him by the arm and lead him excitedly over to show him? You know that look. It’s the same one you gave him when he suggested devoting one wall of your bedroom to Ducati motorcycles. It’s the “you’ve got to be kidding me” look, the “over my dead body” look. What do you do then? With your heart fluttering out of your body...

to realize it’s the alarm going off in the black hole of morning: 1% to realize it’s the alarm going off AGAIN and make a flapping motion in the correct direction to make it stop: 1% to stumble up from bed, collect clothing, shower, dress, makeup, transport children to daycare, wave goodbye: 1% to drive to work: 1% to hold conversations, check and respond to urgent emails, finish layout revisions on a 24-page brochure, create 2 HTML invitations, and a product page, send things to print, finalize and distribute 15 email newsletters successfully, move collateral inventory, create technical schematics, help...

Where the heck did my weekend go?? It’s 10 p.m. on Sunday night, and despite sleeping in this morning, I feel like it’s just zipped on by with me whirling around in its wake with a dizzy expression on my face. I can’t even remember what we did yesterday. Did we do something yesterday? Ah yes, we did. And today we went to our friends Mats & Annelott for the afternoon, and a nice dinner of delicious pizza. Dear Garlic, Why you gotta be like that when you know I love you so? Uncomfortably Yours, Liz Another crazy week ahead:...

The moon is now waning gibbous. Waning GIBBOUS. I love that it waxes and wanes. It doesn’t decrease and increase, it doesn’t grow and shrink, it doesn’t swell and deflate; it waxes and wanes. I think Waxing Gibbous would be a SUPERB name for a rock band, don’t you? I had to go look gibbous up. Because when I stopped and thought about it, even though I KNOW it has to do with the moon, I didn’t REALLY know what it meant. I thought of gibbons and gibbering. The man in the moon does look kind of like a monkey…but...