I say small tomatoes.
Today is my ”day off”; that day I simultaneously am grateful for and feel guilty about when we pack up and ship out both of the boys with Bjørn in the morning…and I have no major plans for the day. I dream of curling up on the couch and watching sappy movies, something that deeply ingrained protestant work ethic/guilt will probably never let happen. Anyway, this morning I sat down and wrote out the day’s list while chewing my cereal — you know, alternating spoon and pencil — but addiction won and I turned on the computer to ”read some news.” ‘Cuz that’s what I call Facebook to make myself feel better (insert eyeroll).
What I was NOT going to do today was sit and write out one of the many blog/journal posts floating around my head. Because it takes too long. I just told Bjørn last night that it was a good thing I’m not a professional writer, because a single 500 word entry takes HOURS. Time is the price of perfectionism, it seems. Blows my housekeeping productivity rating right on out of the water.
Anyway, while checking the ”news” I was reminded that October is Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness Month. And it became more important to give a shout-out to the mamas and pappas who have gone through the joy and grief of pregnancies ended too soon.
(as compiled by Kim mostly before they arrived)
Breakfast custard pie x 2? Check.
Berry picking? Check
Dinnertime collaborations? Check.
Hand delivery of fresh tortillas, chocolate chips, CSA peppers, home-brewed beer, and Crisco? Check.
Sampling of the local cuisine? Check.
Detailed discussion, research, and examination of all minor medical concerns, all in the matter-of-fact manner of nurses? Check.
Being a climbing apparatus for said loved little boys? Check.
Two weeks of all the above culminating in a pie-and-potsticker extravaganza?