So in reading last night’s post, (and this is before I got any comments-I always read and re-read and edit and delete and repost, etc., etc.) I realized that I really do make myself sound like the proverbial chicken without a head, running round and round.
Well, let me tell you Friends, my life is so boring and ordinary that most times I blog I feel like making stuff up. The busy-ness goes in fits and spurts but for hours on end I’m most often doing nothing but puttering around my empty house, folding clothes and straightening things that are already straightened, resisting the urge to shop online and thinking that the house is too quiet. I run to my computer when I hear the mail sound because, hey, it might just be something good! I live to get the real mail because it breaks up the day and tells me that there is only an hour till the kids get home. Yeah, it really is like that. Please stop by, bring your kids and save me from myself. Some weeks I almost come to the playgroup just to visit, even though I have no one to play with. If you want me to take your kid to playgroup while you go have an hour to yourself, call me!
Anyway, I have, like, 3 hours a day when all the action is and I’m driving around dropping people off, but the rest of the time it’s me, alone, listening to a book on tape while I quietly sew or knit or garden or something. Those times will be punctuated by me worrying about my teenager’s grades or wondering how they did on a test, but when they get home, they give me a peck on the cheek, a monosyllabic answer to the question, “How was your day?” and then go off to their rooms to do their homework. They rarely say anything funny and cute any more and use the bathroom fairly independently. (They do not clean the bathroom independently, though.) Not very exciting. Being in the little kid stage gives one much more entertaining material to write about. So, I save up the somewhat interesting things I do and put it in one post and make myself sound like a maniac. I’m really not. I’m pretty calm and shy and quiet most of the time. I do like to get out and schedule things for myself so I don’t become an agoraphobic hermit, because I see that tendency in myself, but really, I’m incredibly boring.
So, now you know the truth about my so-called crazy life…
My Red Door Days 