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Calling it good. 

It’s been a good day.  Nothing to warrant a photo or blog post really but as I sit and reflect I am grateful for a mountain of simple pleasures.

My baby is in bed.  I can hear her talking to herself. Little happy noises.  Earlier she dragged out my highest heels and made me practice walking. These are the ones I threatened to get rid of because while they are gorgeous, they are super skinny heels and I tend to trip.  My three year old loves them. She really wants me to wear them. And so tonight I tromped up and down the hall and didn’t fall over once. Maybe all the running and biking and swimming is good for heel training.   Point here is that she makes me grin.

My eldest is at camp.  First overnight camp.  She was nervous.  I didn’t tell her I was nervous too. I told her she’d be great.   I sat tonight and thought about summer camp and growing up and the fact that fourth grade is no little matter.   Love that girl.

My house smells currently smells like a cake baking and bread rising.   My husband is making birthday treats for my dear friend.  He always says yes to my plans.  Currently my plans include a big pre race carb load.  Fresh mozzarella and grated parmasan and sausage and pasta.  Gosh he makes me happy.   

My hands currently  smell like lavender and basil and tomatoes from when I watered my garden.  I hear my cat meowing, ready for dinner and our nightly cuddle. 

Day after tomorrow is my big day. Swim and bike and run.  I’m scarexcited.   My Trisuit fits if you like the look of a black and pink porpoise.  

Ten days out is the 7th annual Scramble for the Kids.  Today I got to talk to several generous local entrepreneurs committed to helping hurting kids. I love that. 

Today I also witnessed a friend climb out of a personal hole today. Miracle. Inspiring. 

Talked to my mama. Planned a belated Father’s Day date with my dad and sister.  Smooched one of my nephews. 

Within striking range of a goal at work.  I love a finish line.

Lots of good stuff.  But Eaier today I got a little overwhelmed and sad.  It’s because I read the news.  Do you do this?  Lions and babies and protests.  Politics and fights and war.   I am a fully engaged citizen. I read and vote and call and write and fundraise.  But Sometimes it feels like the yuck is winning.  I can get stuck there. 

But I decided today to just not. 


Counted my blessings.  Said a prayer.  Called it good. 

It was a good day. 

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Changing my Oil

I have been captive in my car for over an hour. I’m trying to get my oil changed. I was five thousand miles over due.

The first trimester of my pregnancy all I did was sit in front of my fire and eat. In the last three weeks since the miracle of the second trimester started I’ve finished two quilts, walked over two full European countries, cleaned out my purse and read my book club book. Whew what a relief.

I also searched through every file I own trying to locate a car title. Days and one minor spat with my spouse later and I admitted I’d lost it and we mailed in a list title report. We got it back with a note that there was a lien holder… Odd since we’d done that car Dave Ramsey style and paid cash. Turned out the dealer messed up and sent our title to a random bank. Said random bank didn’t have a loan to match so they destroyed the title. Makes sense. I always destroy things of value rather than returning them. Anyway it’s going to take way longer to finish and granted I really should have noticed we never got the title but I actually feel slightly vindicated since I clearly didn’t lose said title.

I hate getting my oil changed. The question about how long ago was my last oil change is worse than when the dentist asks if I floss. They keep bringing me dirty filters and samples of filthy oil. I don’t want to see that. I already know its dirty that’s why I’m here. Just clean it.

I clearly have a long way to go until life is caught up!

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Reading Homework.

My daughter has been in Kindergarten for two months.   We survived our first parent teacher conference.   I was super nervous.  My husband, who used to be a teacher, was not nervous.    He was a calm and supportive parent.  I like reports and charts and numbers.   I tend to obsess.  I behaved myself though and I believe I avoided looking like a crazy parent.

This week the five-year old brought home her backpack.   Since all things paper fall into my responsibility list at home I am the one that sorts through the mountain of school work.    I talked to my kiddo about her math test and her art work and paused when we got to the weekly reading assignment.    It was marked as a “strong pass”.    It was also marked 11/15.  If she missed 4 out of 15 that works out to a 73%.  This is a C minus.   This is not good.  It occurred to me that all of her reading homework had been coming home marked “pass” or “strong pass”.     I panicked a little.  Just a little.

I showed it to my husband.  He shrugged.   I asked my daughter about it.  She shrugged and said “sometimes I get the answers wrong”.    I told them both I was going to email her reading teacher about it.   I want to make sure we’re not reinforcing bad reading habits at home.   At this point I’m wondering why they haven’t mentioned anything.

I emailed the reading teacher.   I cc’d her home room teacher.   I blind copied my husband.   Her teacher emailed back this note.

Your child is doing great in reading group.  Where does it show she’s missing answers?

Hmm.   Odd.   I looked over the paper again.   I paused for a very long time.   Then I emailed this note.

Oh Good.  This is hilarious, but I think I was looking at the date 11/15 and thought it was 11 out of 15.  Clearly I’m the one that needs help with reading.

Her home room teacher, the reading teacher  thought this was fabulous.  I’m sure I’m going to hit some teacher newsletter somewhere about idiot crazy parents.    My husband thought I should be embarrassed.

We learned in small group last night that people like it when you are real and open up and let them see your flaws.  It makes people comfortable and willing to be themselves.     I’m going to keep repeating this.   I’m also going to try not to jump to conclusions.   I’m going to trust that my child is going to be fine.   I think I need to practice shrugging.   Sheesh.







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