Daydreams

Before I start in, I have to let you all in on a secret.  I am cheating on T.  I am cheating on him with the most delicious, desirable mistress (mister?)  ever to have been known – Brookside Dark Chocolate Acai & Blueberries.  Omg.  I dream about these little morsels.  I salivate at the mere mention of them.  They complete me, and I belong to them… alright, over-exaggeration of the day, but they really are wonderful, and I am obsessed, as of late.  Try them.  Thank me later.

I am an HGTV fanatic, and am constantly looking for little ways to improve my own homey, little space.  I cultivate our happy patio garden, prune the roses, rearrange and re-upholster furniture, thrift for fun little accessories, and periodically change up linens.  It’s always fun, but isn’t the ultimate dream to build a custom piece of the American Dream?  That was rhetorical.  There is but one correct answer, and it is, “yes!”   Ugh, and travelling.  My wish list is nearly endless – Paris, Rome, Greece, Germany, Costa Rica… I want to see it all!  Don’t even get me started on my closet.  Those sinful, red soled beauties; the heavenly textiles that remain impossibly impractical and mostly out of financial reach…

If we could just win that 51 million dollar lotto jackpot…  Wait… do you have to play to win??  Oh, what I would do with those winnings!  Some days I think I could just waste away, like those trapped in front of Harry’s Mirror of Erised, fantasizing.

I am an avid advocate for daydreams, and in my humble opinion, giving up on idle imaginings just because you’ve lived for a couple (a few, or several) decades would be a serious sin.  We do have to live in reality though, and in truth, I am glad of it.  Living on a budget forces me to push the bounds of creativity in our home.  I treasure the frequent moments I spend surrounded by my favorite people in the one great room in our home.   The brief getaways we have are a consummate joy, and when we do splurge on small luxuries, they that much more exciting.  My life may be humble, but it is certainly happy. 

In closing, I enjoy having an imagination, the same way I enjoy a good book.  But I LOVE my reality, and there is no analogy for that.

Stop and smell those roses, while they're in bloom.

Tomorrow is only a day away

As I sit on my applesauce covered couch surrounded by the aftermath of RWW’s toy-nado (reference below), I am left with one conclusion - today has not been a productive day.  

I blame it primarily on the 3am wakeup call provided by my sick, but still impossibly happy 6 month old.  Thank God for that dimpled morning smile, otherwise I certainly wouldn't make it through days like today.  I was far too tired to brew myself a pot of coffee.  That’s usually T’s morning responsibility.  Alas, he is away, leaving me sad and coffee-less in the mornings.   RWW’s diet is usually relatively wholesome and well-balanced, but given the circumstances, goldfish and applesauce seemed like a reasonable choice for breakfast.  We did manage to get it together enough to make our 9:30a run.   

Upon arrival I discovered that we were rolling with a bad flat.  Thankfully, one of the other, more prepared mother runners supplied a pump so we could make it through.  It was a lackluster run, and I was screamed at for a good ¾’s of the way.   I seriously considered stopping by the grocery store on the way home, but who was I kidding?  A venti bold drip clearly won that battle.   We then proceeded home grocery-less and on an empty gas tank where, after a heated battle about naptime, I wasted away that sweet, undisturbed hour and a half browsing the web for a new diaper bag (??).  Stupid.  

We now return to the present, where I sit on that ever soiled couch.  How will this day end?  Will I turn it around, clean up the house, start dinner, and maybe get some tactiles out to work on counting?  Probably not.  Laying in the backyard, a little gardening, and some tee ball somehow sounds far more appealing.  Anyway, how could I say no to this?