what my friday night looks like
i worked until about 6:00 tonight so that i could walk out knowing i had completed all of my work for the month. i needed to do this so that i could guiltlessly go on a trip with ben out to palm springs for his ntma conference. i needed to do this so that i wouldn't be too missed at work. or perhaps so that i could feel a little bit like a good employee amidst my feeling like a terrible employee. see, we are in the crux of tax season. taking 4 days off is a bit rough. BUT. 4 days off i took. and i am trying to be ok with it. i am a people-pleaser, people. i think it would be near impossible to be any other way but it would probably add years to my life.
so it's friday night. i've got my husb here at my side. fast asleep and making the darned cutest snoring noises you've ever heard. (oh, bet me. seriously. bet me.) i'm semi-watching 'looking for lincoln,' as much as one can watch whilst blogging. sure, he was no saint. but it is possible abe lincoln was my first love. (there goes my heart, pitter-pattering) so he is easily forgiven. at our feet are the cats, also fast asleep. it must be a boy thing. sleeping this early on a friday night.
my friday night looks as close to a still-life as it possibly can. i feel almost as if i am living a series of frozen moments. as if my life is moving very slowly in a world spinning too rapidly to maintain its axis.
and so my mental checklist continues to grow out of control.
nothing substantial. just about 14 billion small things. like 'remove chipping nail polish and repaint.' otherwise i look and feel like i'm about 13. but i've forgotten 3 days in a row now. tomorrow i will tackle that one, for sure. along with laundry, dishes, packing, eating the rest of the strawberries b/c they will surely go bad before we get back, adding litter to the boys' litter box, making sure the sprinklers are turned back on, writing a poem for verdad, going to the health food store, general cleaning, and with any luck i will get a good 1/2 hour to soak in the tub.
ok, i too am laughing at that last one. even as i was typing it i was thinking, "a-yeah right."
sigh.
good night, my fellow dreamers and poets, living in a world of ordinary words, driven to make them more significant through sheer imagining.
good night and good luck.
so it's friday night. i've got my husb here at my side. fast asleep and making the darned cutest snoring noises you've ever heard. (oh, bet me. seriously. bet me.) i'm semi-watching 'looking for lincoln,' as much as one can watch whilst blogging. sure, he was no saint. but it is possible abe lincoln was my first love. (there goes my heart, pitter-pattering) so he is easily forgiven. at our feet are the cats, also fast asleep. it must be a boy thing. sleeping this early on a friday night.
my friday night looks as close to a still-life as it possibly can. i feel almost as if i am living a series of frozen moments. as if my life is moving very slowly in a world spinning too rapidly to maintain its axis.
and so my mental checklist continues to grow out of control.
nothing substantial. just about 14 billion small things. like 'remove chipping nail polish and repaint.' otherwise i look and feel like i'm about 13. but i've forgotten 3 days in a row now. tomorrow i will tackle that one, for sure. along with laundry, dishes, packing, eating the rest of the strawberries b/c they will surely go bad before we get back, adding litter to the boys' litter box, making sure the sprinklers are turned back on, writing a poem for verdad, going to the health food store, general cleaning, and with any luck i will get a good 1/2 hour to soak in the tub.
ok, i too am laughing at that last one. even as i was typing it i was thinking, "a-yeah right."
sigh.
good night, my fellow dreamers and poets, living in a world of ordinary words, driven to make them more significant through sheer imagining.
good night and good luck.
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10:35 PM
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