how we get 'er done

I never said it was pretty, but it's how we get things done around here. Many hands make light work!

Blog life and real life

I wrote this post yesterday, didn't end up getting around to it, and so I thought it would be fun to comment on what I thought was going to happen, vs. what really happened. In a blog you can be whatever you want to be; I once had a friend whose husband considered banning her from reading blogs because she would come away from them comparing her life/abilities/funness factor with other women. She now has a blog of her own ;-) but I think the lesson is worth remembering. So what I wrote is in regular type...real life is in italics.

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I have three hours of ironing to do today. I'm not sure how that happened. I'm fairly certain I was caught up at the beginning of last week, but now my husband has worn his last stitch of ironed clothing to work and the pressure is on. I guess I'll just find a really long instant watch movie on Netflix and go to town.

Practice really does make perfect, because I had a huge ironing stack and finished in an hour and a half. I found the never-watched Netflix movie we had waiting to be mailed back, so I watched it. Big disappointment. We've considered going through the AMI top 100 movies list, but after this one (and it was rated PG) I'm ready to give up movies for good. The ironing is finished though, so that's a plus.

But after the ironing is done, I'm going out, as WH told the kids, on a date with myself. Sounds a little convoluted if you ask me. Even so, I'm really excited...pathetically excited. I'm a homebody. I always have a million projects going on, and I prefer to be here.

I've already had the thought, "Oh, you should just take the kids and do it all today so you can be home this evening." Why is there guilt in getting away? It doesn't come from my husband, and my kids are already looking forward to getting a night with dad, complete with these (leftover from the weekend...should have mentioned them in the recipe post).

The guilt about going away in the evening is founded on reality: Sweet A didn't go to sleep until after 9pm (and hour and a half after bedtime) and so WH had to deal with that all alone. He didn't complain, but I know that bedtime with the three of them can be draining, especially when they are popping out of their beds a million times. I say "they" but I should absolve Coop...now that he is not taking naps he falls right asleep at 7:30pm. I can't bear to let sweet A give up her nap, but she just doesn't need much sleep. What to do, what to do?

I also have some birthday money to spend, so I'll be looking for a new lampshade, some Sunday shoes to replace the ones that have gone the way of the dress-up box, and plants for the front porch. My book club book is begging to be finished, and I'm sure there will be some coffee involved.

I had a GREAT time running in and out of stores all by my lonesome self. No kids/car seats= efficiency. My $1.95 lamp from Goodwill has probably cost me 20x that in gas as I drove around looking for an appropriate shade. Did not come home with one. Summer shoes are on clearance, but I discovered that I want neither high fashion nor old lady shoes, and there isn't much in the middle. I shop for most things online, and a night of shoe shopping reminded me that online shopping is still the best option for me. But I had a lot of fun looking (more fun than browsing web pages, for sure.)

I did stop by Starbucks on the way home and ordered a Soy Caramel Macchiato and then forgot to ask for decaf. I realized it a sip into it, so that will be a treat for this morning. There was no sitting around reading during my night out but the rain today will provide a good backdrop for cozying up with Mere Christianity.

So, how often do you like to get out for a date with yourself? What do you like to do?