I guess the question of the day today ought to be, Where have I been?
I'm sorry I've been missing lately. I haven't felt like there's been all that much to say, but more than that I've just been wrapped up in my spinning daily life.
What's keeping me busy in my daily life, you wonder? (I'm sure you don't, but I'm going to talk about it anyway.)
Well, lots of random things.
I've begun the two advanced-readers book groups that I'm leading at my daughters' school, which takes an entire afternoon once a week plus prep time in between.
My family had a big event for my grandmother's 100th birthday, and my parents came to visit.
I solo-parented while my husband went on a business trip to New England.
My girls are taking tae kwon do, and it meets two nights a week. (Fodder for another post: how much I FREAKING LOVE EVERY SINGLE THING ABOUT TAE KWON DO.) We have never done weeknight activities before, so this is a huge change. The concept of eating dinner extra-early and fast in order to rush out the door to a sports activity at a time when I'd normally be contemplating pajamas is foreign to me.
Last year I began doing some after-school childcare for a friend, and I'm still doing that.
Yesterday was our farm's annual one-time "storage-share" pick-up, so I spent much of the day procuring and then finding homes for mountains (mountains! you should see my kitchen!) of root vegetables.
I'm hosting a sleepover for my daughters and their friends tonight, and in case you didn't know, sleepovers have morphed into pseudo-birthday party-type events these days, with planned activities and cutesy crafts and fun food and maybe a movie and fancy breakfast and some fun little "favor" to take home the next morning. I'm happy to do it (very infrequently. ha.), but my point is: Keeping me busy.
What else? The running, the walking, the Jillian Michaels circuit-training. The baking of the cozy fall treats. The kiddos' dentist appointments. The visiting my friend Jen's new baby and bringing homemade gingerbread to the postpartum mama. The constant laundry. The supervising homework. The errands. The usual.
Add to all that the fact that I'm hosting my mother-in-law for Thanksgiving again this year and that means I am responsible for every speck of planning, grocery shopping, preparation, cooking, and baking.
Are you still awake?
If you are, check out this recent piece on Salon.com. Ignore the sensationalistic "bully" word/angle (most likely "suggested" by an editor for its attention-getting ability) and just read it for the main idea. I found it very thoughtful and interesting, and that it articulated much of what my BFF and I have been struggling with and talking about this fall.
The best part was the comments of my friends when I posted the link to Facebook. ("Sometimes I say I'm retired. I just married better than most people." "People who are satisfied with their own lives don't go poking around in others'." "I decided LONG ago that I don't need to live my life or justify the choices I make to anyone outside of my husband. . . and he only gets to state an opinion, not make the final decision." (That one from my wise 60-something neighbor, a woman who has raised a gang of kids and is now a happy grandma.)
My own open and honest FB comment regarding the piece was this: