My brain is a bit fried after a busy couple of weeks, as well as some tough situations we are dealing with. So, y'all mind if I share a few random, all-but meaningless, disjointed thoughts with you? Sweet!
1. I was driving home tonight after having dinner with a friend, and the CD player changed over to an REM CD. It's a "Greatest Hits" one that I bought at Borders for half price awhile back. I have fond memories of REM--I associate it with my preteen years, I think. Anyway, I'm listening to the songs, skipping through to the ones I know, and then I realize. I really have no idea what the HECK any of these songs are talking about. Man on the Moon? The Sidewinder Sleeps Tonight? I mean, let's be honest--it's like they took one of those poetry refrigerator magnets and just strung some words together. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MICHAEL STIPE? And can you just get over yourself, anyway? Why have we all pretended that we get these songs? Is it just me? Perhaps it is my issue--as you know, I tend to feign competency.
2. I have loved getting to know the other moms who have kids in Ava's class. They really are a lovely bunch of women. The other day, one of them brought me some maternity clothes to borrow. I hadn't even asked, she just thought to do it on her own. I find that, after a few years here of being "new on the scene", that I really appreciate when people go out of their way to make me welcome. Often, people who have always lived in one place just aren't used to thinking about what a newcomer might need. Does that make sense? Anyhoo, I was touched by that.
3. I'm pretty sure I'm out of the running for Mother of the Year again. Last week, I took the kids out for ice cream after picking Ava up from school. We dutifully went to the bathroom, did the potty thing, and washed our hands before eating. It got to the point though, where it was beyond time to get in the car and go home, and I was rushing the kids to that end. (Warning: what follows may be an overshare.) Well, my Nate is still getting the hang of this whole potty thing, and after we get to the car, get in the car, get in car seats and all buckled up, he chooses to announce that he has to go #2. In fact, he has already gone #2 some in his underwear. (Sorry--I did warn you.) You woulda unbuckled him, unbuckled Ava, grabbed your diaper wipes and hustled your cookies back inside to clean him up, wouldn't you? Well not me! I told him that we'd roll down the windows and that he could finish when we got home. Yes, I made him sit in it. Figured what's done is done, after all. Thankfully, Nate didn't seem to mind so much.
4. You know, I really wanted to have a list of four things. Three seemed too little, five just beyond my reach. But I am racking my toasted brain, and can't think of anything that would fit in the spirit of this post. Perhaps you would like to submit a #4 of your own? Don't be intimidated--as you can see, my standards are pretty low. Anything you have to add will certainly elevate the level of content. So, please be my guest.
Next time, I'll talk a little about Easter and the Resurrection,and the power of hope and stuff. And not about poop. Well, maybe a little about poop. You just never know.