Funk and Freedom in not choosing selfishness!
This past week has been ridiculous, however you spell it. I had a really hard time getting going anytime before 1 p.m. I had that whole there's nothing to have to be up for and I'm miserable and don't want to function thing going on. However, Tuesday through Thursday we had dinner with others, once away and twice in our home. I found when I had to function to prepair for company and dinner, it was like pushing a heavy barrel through thick mud, it took a while to turn 'er over, but once I got moving things perked up. I reallize that any attitude
I choose to hold is my
choice. I can choose to be a stick in the mud, which isn't good for me or anyone around me, or I can pull myself up by my boot straps and though it might be hard to get moving, I know I'll be happier, healthier, and more enjoyable if I do. I was reading a comment Amy had made on someone elses blog and reallized that I could probably from an outsiders view in the mornings be questioned as to whether or not I really loved my family, laying around feeling sorry for myself. I so do love them, and reallize that I need to be in a better place for them, at the very least, and really it will be better for me too. It's funny how that doing for others usually ends up being better for ones self as well.
5:00 is it really am if you haven't gone to bed yet?
I am getting ready to go and hopefully run, with the Las Vegas road runners. I am hoping that the run isn't cancelled and have no way of knowing if it has been. I hate to drive from the last exit before Mt. Charleston to Wigwam and the 215 at 5 o'clock in the morning for nothing. I am suppose to clean two exits away at 10:00. Maybe I'll call a girlfriend and wake her up for breakfast, or sleep in my vehicle until I am suppose to clean. Maybe my clients will vacate their vacation rental early. I need to find some shoes to wear to a Prom party tonight and locate my cousin's daughter, which I haven't been able to track down for days to see if she can now at the last minute babysit for us, so Adam and I can pretend that we are in 1988 for just one evening. I hope I have the energy with no sleep to go on a group run, clean quickly for a solid 4 hours, shop for outdated shoes, prepair, and party all on a Sunday night.
Siblings
Last week we were in the front yard and Sebastian went over to socailize with the little neighbor girl. Upon his return, Victoria asked, "What were you doing with that GIRL?" He answered, "I was JUST TALKING." I can't wait until they're like 15 and 17.
Today while we were doing Victoria's reading lesson. She informed me that she was thirsty. I know it wasn't that bad, because she'd just had some water before we started and for the most part her lessons aren't any longer than 20 minutes, so I told her she could wait until we were done. Sebastian 2 seconds later shows up at her side with a big glass of water. He asked, "Are you thirsty Toria, I got you some water," with the bigest smile on his face almost as big a smile as when he killed the spider for her outside, filling he role of hero. He had heard her express her thirst and was there in the purest form of service to help her out. They played almost the whole rest of that day without fighting. There was lots of love in our house today. There is everyday, but it's nice to see it expressed in the smallest, easiest, but most meaningful ways! :)
Grapes of Wrath, FINALLY!
I am going through Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck. I think every American should read this book. You read about a man who wants to purchase a ten cent loaf of bread. He can't afford to buy a sandwich, but is willing to buy the part of a loaf that would be equivalent to ten cents, because the whole loaf ran fifteen. The woman who worked in the restaurant was reluctant to do business with this man who was dirty and whose children simply wore overalls and nothing else. The children looked through the glass not enviously, but simply in disbelief that such things existed as candy sticks and wax paper wrapped sandwiches. These kids weren't begging, whining, or even asking, not even with a longing please. When the dad put down the dime for the bread a penny came out of his wallet as well. Seeing his children he asked the woman behind the counter, "How much for those candies, are they penny candies?" The woman, after a pause which I expected to be followed by, "No they're two penny candy," just out of his reach and budget. However, she suprised me and said, "No those are two for a penny candy." When the man said we'll take two, the boys did not greedily grab them or shove them in their mouths, but rather they slowly in disbelief placed the candy sticks at their sides. They hopped and skipped to the car, not sugar charged, but excited. Oh, the human spirit! Come to find out those candies were suppose to be a nickel apiece.
