OK. So this time I was totally ready.
The fridge was stocked. The laundry done, the house cleaned.
The deep, deep thoughts and I were going to spend the day together. All by ourselves.
Until we weren't:
Snow Day.
So anyway, ix-nay on the deep thoughts day.
Part of me thinks maybe God is trying to tell me something. Maybe he's all like, Hey, you, down there! Yeah, YOU, the annoying one. Enough already! You're just a housewife. Get OVER it all ready. I have more important things to do here than listen to your whining!
But part of me thinks Monday might be a better day.
Well, let's say Tuesday to be on the safe side. Yeah. Tuesday at the latest. That's not too bad, right?
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Snow more on the deep, deep thoughts
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Yeah, I tried to stay home today too, but my not-so-whiney coworkers went in. And then I felt guilty. So, I spent half an hour chipping ice off my car and sledded into work... Good times!
Hockey? You're a hockey mom...I knew there was a reason I liked you! We were off again too. Should have only been a delay....ice was gone by nine. Ugh!
That's so true--every time you think you've even got the time to figure it out, let alone have "it" figured out, the kid responsibilities resume and it's put on hold.
loving all the blogging you're doing this week! :)
serious? a snow day? for that covering?
...i really need to move.
the only chance i get of taking a snow day is if i can't see the mailboxes across the street because of a blizzard, or i literally can't open my door because the mailbox is buried.
Sorry, apparently i'm now obsessed with mailboxes, i'll shut up.
Snow day? Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Ha! Life is too cruel, isn't it?
I don't see any snow. I see a dusting of some white stuff. You'd think you lived in Florida, if they declared a snow day for THAT. We need a minimum of 8 inches in one snowfall before they declare a snow day here. And ice? Forget it. It's simply a nuisance. That's why God invented salt and sand.
We didn't get any snow. But if we had, my refrigerator would not have been stocked, nor my house clean, nor my laundry done. So, see, MadMad, you're WAY ahead.
I think deep thoughts are way over-rated. Really, I simply aspire to living some sort of unexamined life. Doesn't that sound so...restful? If I MUST examine every freaking detail of my life, must I also SECOND GUESS everything I've ever done?
Hell, I don't have TIME to get a job.
You don't want to rush the deep thoughts process. You need to get a feel for the new year, see how it's going to shake out before you doing any organizing or planning or anything. You wouldn't want to make a rush to judgment would you?
I had two days off this week and I thought that I would enjoy them as well. That is until one of them was violently ripped away by our own snow day.
Shoot, that's not even enough snow to keep the kids busy for the day.
I am anxiously awaiting a snow day where I am. It's January and we've had some flurries, but not even a dusting.
I stayed home too.. I need a mental health day!
We can't buy a snow day around here. Heck, even being so cold that only 20 of the 300 buses in the district start doesn't do more than delay school.
Eagerly awaiting your deep thoughts coming Tuesday. . .
When the fridge is stocked, the laundry done and the house cleaned, I take a nap. It keeps me from thinking deep thoughts!
can i have coffee at your table???
oh, forget the coffee! i am coming over for wine.
yep. i think God thinks you are right just where you are!!!! :)
I think i'm in love with your dog.
Oh geez, if it's not one thing it's another.
But I can wait. I can be patient.
I'm with Barb on this one. Deep thoughts are so over rated especially when you second and third guess each one which is what I do. We had a two hour delay and I let my son stay home all day because I didn't want to drive (slide) him to school. Does that make me a bad mother?
I'm with Barb too--there are so many other ways to spend time other than pondering deep thoughts. Like massages. Or a good mani/pedi. Who cares if it's winter and no one can see your feet? At least they'll look good inside those socks.
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