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Friday
May182007

Ridiculousness

I've caught myself in several moments of ridiculosity lately where I had to laugh at the absurdity:

-reading an article about how Ricki Lake lost so much weight while eating my lunch of pepperoni pizza (even more ridiculously, I felt strangely righteous as if reading about someone losing weight automatically makes ME healthier).

-shutting myself in the sunporch to do my finals on a beautiful spring day when my children wanted nothing more than my presence. Did I mention I'm studying child development? There's definitely a note of ridiculousness about neglecting my own children so I can do an advanced degree in child development.

-ditto Mother's Day. I hit a wall of exhaustion. Somewhere in the last week or two I've acquired the sleeping habits of a newborn, where my body wants me awake through the night but I crave sleep all day. So the Good Guy I'm married to took one look at me and insisted I head back to bed, where I stayed until 1 p.m. On second thought, that's not ridiculous...it's just fantastic...the best Mother's Day gift I needed. But it still felt strange not to do any mothering for most of the day.

-catching myself spending way too much time reading great writing on blogs when I'm moving in 12 days and should be packing like a maniac. You know how on the NPR show car talk they say at the end "well, you've wasted another hour listening to CarTalk..." That runs through my head as I surface from being online & realize that, yes, it really has been another hour. And those boxes ain't packin' themselves...

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Reader Comments (6)

You've mentioned moving a couple of times, and I gotta know more! Send me pics!
By the way, we are buying the house we've been renting for the last year - we close on the 31st. I'll post pics on the blog soon. No moving involved, fortunately.

05.18.2007 | Unregistered CommenterMatt

We close the 31st, too (selling) but are moving into temporary quarters for a while until we find the next one. I keep telling the kids in falsely cheerful tones that it will be like Being on Vacation! In our own town! We'll keep you posted...

05.18.2007 | Unregistered CommenterAnnie

I love catching myself in those ridiculous moments - saying things to my kids like, "Eat your hot dog and I'll give you some more apples." Seriously. I think the best we can do is laugh and be glad we're aware of our own ridiculousness...hang in there, sister!

05.18.2007 | Unregistered CommenterStie

I love the irony. I used to scream at my kids to quit bothering me, because I was writing a book about how to be a great mother.

05.18.2007 | Unregistered CommenterMarty:

Forget the gifts and sweet nothings. I. Want. YOUR. Mother's. Day!!!

05.24.2007 | Unregistered CommenterAmber

No gift is better then a nap! Good luck to you. Are you guys moving out of state?

05.24.2007 | Unregistered CommenterBridget

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