It’s Friday already? Shoot! Let’s see how fast I can do 7 Quick Takes.
1. My husband and I went to our first grown-up Halloween party since college. Can you guess who we were? It didn’t show up well in the pic, but I worked very, very hard at giving myself a realistic black eye. I watched youtube videos and everything.
2. My toddler is trying to give up naps. This is the first time in a decade that I have only one kid at home with me, and I was really looking forward to getting all sorts of creative and organizational things done during naptime. And now she wants to take it all away. Seriously, does God do these things to us on purpose? “Hey, were you really looking forward to getting your first consistent break in a decade? SUCKER!”
3. I know God doesn’t really operate that way. Still….aaaaurgh!
4. I love Jen’s Conversion Diary blog for so many reasons, but this one really hit me last weekend: It is such a relief to realize that getting overwhelmed by life and coping by ignoring it is, like, a thing and not just an indicator that I am a bad person. Case in point: my daughter’s friend spent the night here last weekend, and when her father came to pick her up he knocked on the wrong door.
We have two doors leading into our house: one is in the front, facing the road and looking pretty front-door-ish. This door is broken. The second door is on the side, past the lean-to that should house our garbage, only pulling the cans in and out is a pain, so we just leave them laying around. Also, we forget recycling-day all the time, so our recycling can is usually overflowing into multiple cardboard boxes set around it. The boxes are generally soggy and half-deteriorated. This door works.
I can’t say I blame the Dad for picking the wrong one.
To unfasten the broken door, I have to unlock it, unchain it, and then pull with all my might until it opens enough that I can wriggle my hand inside and unhook the bungee cords we use to keep the screen door from banging in the wind. It takes a solid minute, but when you are staring through the glass at someone who is gaping in shock and disbelief at you, it feels much longer.
So anyway this Dad comes, and I should mention that he lives in a mansion that is seriously gorgeous, immaculate, and still somehow very cozy and inviting. Once I’d unsecured the bungee cords and led him through, stealthily trying to knock off a hornet’s nest in the top corner, he kindly apologizing for coming to the wrong door. “Yeah, we need to get that fixed,” I said, trying to seem a little less irresponsible, “It was broken when we moved in.” I should have thought it through before saying this because of course his next question would be:
“How long have you lived here?”
“Uh, six years.”
5. Back to Jen: I wish I had her ability to come across as charming and eclectic in situations like this. Unfortunately I’m pretty sure I just seem weird and shiftless.
6. Here are my children this Halloween:
7. None of these quick takes has anything to do with the purported aim of this blog, but my toddler is not napping. I don’t see how I can be expected to put thought into stuff under the circumstances..