Busy

It’s a word that gets thrown around often.  Not just with me; we all use it.  Busy.  We’re ALL busy.  Caps, bold, italics.

“Sorry I never got back to you; I’ve been so busy!”

“How’s your summer?” “Busy!”

Me, personally?  It’s never occurred to me to keep track of how many times a day I say it, hear it, think it.

Any time I take my boys (three of them, all under age five) out in public?  At least one casual observer will offer a grin and a sympathetic “I bet you’re busy!”

When my husband reluctantly asks me to do a favor or take care of something household related because he works pretty crazy hours anymore?  “Babe, I know you’re busy enough already, but if you get a minute during naptime or whatever, could you…?”

When I look at the stack of library books on my nightstand or on the end table in the living room? “Ugh, if I wasn’t so busy, I’d be through those already!”

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A lot of my busy-ness is of my own making.  Apparently I took Aesop’s Fables a bit too literally as a child, because every time I ignore work to do something pleasurable, I’m reminded of the Grasshopper and the Ant.  Remember that story?  The ant worked and worked, never taking time off, while the grasshopper, all “Carpe Diem!” played and forgot to prepare for winter.  So when wintertime rolled around, the ant was warm and full, while the grasshopper died a cold, hungry death.

That must be it.  I hate being cold.  And hungry.

So I stay busy.  Not always particularly productive, but definitely busy.  And when I say busy, I pretty much mean in the sense that I start 349587348962 projects and approximately 2 get done.

Take, for instance, this spring.  I found an ant infestation in my spider plant (here we go with the ant theme again). So I carried the plant to our back deck, where I drowned those suckers out, then gave them a nice, healthy dose of old coffee grounds to show them I meant business.  Apparently, ants hate coffee.  So maybe I’m not as much like an ant as I thought.  Anyway… my spider plant.  I didn’t want to bring the ants back inside, so I let my plant sit on the deck for a couple of days.  It was still spring, and we weren’t finished having frost then, so a few leaves on my plant were sacrificed in the effort.  When I pulled them to make room for new growth, I put the dead leaves on top of last summer’s hanging basked from the deck, my Mother’s Day petunia from Ryan and the boys, which I never emptied last fall.

Fast forward to late July.  This past Saturday morning, Ryan took the boys with him to run an errand while I stayed home.  After they left, I wandered back to the deck to pick up yesterday’s swim suits and towels, and decided maybe it’s time to finally clean out that hanging basket.  What I found when I moved those dead spider plant leaves took me by surprise.

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My point is, yes, I’m busy.  We’re ALL busy.  Caps, bold, italics.  It’s not exclusively a parent thing, or a student thing, or a career thing or a sports thing or a…well, you get it.  Life is hectic, and messy, and crazy, and unpredictable.  And sometimes, under all that busy-ness, there are surprises budding that we aren’t expecting.

And aren’t those the best?

 

xoxox,

~d

 

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This Week’s Random Observations

So it appears that I’m finally returning to the swing of things after spending most of my summer in a semi-vegetative state on the couch, catching up on Grey’s Anatomy reruns and devouring the contents of our fridge.  Not saying I didn’t enjoy it, but I am fully aware that it’s just a slippery slope into absolute uselessness.  Fortunately for everyone involved, I’m recovering.  Slowly.

Anyway, now that I’m back to awareness, lots of things have caught my attention this week, none of which are actually interesting enough to warrant their own post.  So I present these items to you in list form.  For conversation’s sake.

1. If anyone ever kidnapped my dog, I would have no trouble finding her.  In the past three days, I have discovered that when she goes outside, she leaves a Hansel-and-Gretel-like trail to my most frequently visited spot in our yard (the clothesline).  And no, she doesn’t leave breadcrumbs.

2. I am loving Pioneer Woman‘s new show on Food Network. (Check out her macaroni and cheese, Penne alla Vodka, and sangria recipes!)  I’ve visited her blog numerous times, and I love her humor, her photos, and her attitude.  The more I watch her show, the more I love her.  I’m looking forward to trying some of her recipes soon.

3. The grocery on Game Day is ridiculous.  In a college town just off the interstate, on a Sunday night, it’s a place I try to avoid.  However, this past Sunday, Ryan had taken me out for a late lunch, and neither of us was really hungry till about 6:30PM.  We decided on Cheeseburger Soup, but I needed carrots and celery so I decided to run to the store before my game kicked off at 7:30.   I left the house at 6:45.  We live 2 miles from the store.  I found the 12 items I needed in about 7 minutes.  Then I waited 25 minutes in line.  I was not a happy girl.  Fortunately, I made it home and got the soup together before kickoff, which never happened till a little after 8.

4. Cleaning is therapeutic.  Very, very therapeutic.  I love spring cleaning; I love fall cleaning.  The fact that I have finished scrubbing, washing, vacuuming, and organizing before winter is sort of depressing.  On a positive note, now that I’m finished, I probably won’t walk like a grandma anymore.

5. Daytime TV kills me.  First of all is the programming:  courtroom dramas like Judge Judy and the People’s Court; talk shows like The View (mind you, these are not- I repeatnot shows I watch).  But just as funny (and by funny I mean strange- not amusing) as the shows themselves are the commercials that air during the day.  A diaper commercial will be followed by one advertising contraception; a low-cal frozen lunch commercial will be followed by a Mickey D’s commercial.  But the most peculiar one I’ve seen yet came on yesterday, for men’s hair color.  Specifically, hair color that hides some grey, but also leaves some exposed to increase a man’s sex appeal.  Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but that seems like a bit of a double standard to me.  Grey is sexy and sought out my men, but women are encouraged to hide ours as it “ages” us?

That’s all I have for you friends.  Discuss.

xoxo,

~d