A few days ago it was windy as hell. Blustery. Branches waving. Leaves flying. A real March moment.
The next door neighbor was out in his front yard with his leaf blower trying to keep the leaves at bay. I would have never believed it had I not seen it for myself. I hope and pray that some of my bamboo pops up in his yard to justify his daily over-consumption of petrol.

Wednesday I finally could take the solitude no longer and ventured forth into society with child in tow. Who was I trying to kid? There's a store nearby where I can usually land hellaciously sinful bargains. $40 worth of brand spanking new merchandise for about $10 if I do it just right. Unfortunately, this particular store has an unusual and undesirable effect on dd. She absolutely hates it. Can't stand to be in it for two minutes. She wanted to go play in the toy section. That's usually where dh takes her when we all go shopping there. Well, dh was working. I couldn't very well leave her in the toy area to wreak havoc when I was at the other end of the store. So, that set the stage for the entire visit. The body slamming, head butting, began shortly thereafter. The annoying mouth noises and idiotic blathering escalated until my eyes were rolling in the back of my head. I tried to do the gentle discipline thing. Tried to redirect her attention. Begged for her to be nice and allow Mommy an enjoyable shopping trip. Then the guy asked for an "expert's opinion". Not mine. Dd's. About the plush character pillows that she had yet to see (as I had very craftily negotiated her around). Scooby-Doo and Dora. Which one was the most popular? He went on to tell me that he was having a hard time finding toys. I jokingly said "thanks for pointing these out" and I laughed. He got very apologetic. Gushed, as a matter of fact. He walked a few steps away and I said it was no problem. Then his wife came up and asked him what that was all about and he said "Oh, I asked her daughter's opinion on this and now she wants one and she's annoyed." About 4 feet from me. So then I had to listen to dd whining about wanting the Dora the Explorer pillow for the next ten minutes. I grabbed up a few shirts for the kid, barely looking at the price (which is so not me) and headed for housewares. I get the nicest egyptian cotton towels there on clearance. Dd stepped it up a notch. And then I got THE LOOK. A woman was looking at towels also and dd was busily slamming her head into my butt. I glanced up and she gave me the tiniest smile of commisseration. The sympathy was coming off of her in waves. I took dd to the shoe section, sat her ass in a chair, and dared her to move. She bellowed. "I want to go home!!!!" "I want my daddy!!!!" "I'm getting out of this chair!!!" People glanced warily but would not meet my gaze. I don't blame them. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored column. My hair was in disarray, my lips pulled tight across clenched teeth, and my eyes had narrowed to mere slits. I frightened myself. It was time to leave.

Think twice about marrying someone OC. The minute shifting of items should have been a red flag.

The previous entry was pretty much a vignette of my life. I am married. I am a mother. I am a sahm. My days consist of my child yapping constantly. Incessantly without a point. Blahblah Dora blahblah Olie Polie blahblah gymguy blahblah Trevor. Punctuated periodically with "Can I have some milk?" or "Will you play with me?" or "Can I paint?" (which might as well mean "can I do something that will require your constant attention and will take at least 30 minutes to clean up afterwards?") Every once in a while I get an idea that borders on lunacy: to leave the house. It takes about 2 hours to get ready to go 2 miles. Ten minutes after we are gone the kid has to go potty. Let's not even think about the carsickness.

The first post to a new blog should be momentous, don't you think? Well, it's my hard luck that nothing earth shattering has happened today. Dh replaced the toilet. (Trip #1 to Lowes) How's that? Cause for celebration! Woohoo! I pulled up the carpet in the kid's room. Sent dh out for a pad to go under his grandmother's rug. (Trip #2) He came back with a rug gripper. Off he went again. He came back with two pads. (Trip #3) Got the pads down, the rug laid out. It's a beautiful wool oriental rug. Claret. It needs some spot cleaning here and there. I sprayed some Fantastik OxyPower on one spot and it came clean. However, I now have a clean spot and will eventually have to clean the rest as well. I rearranged the kid's furniture and the room really opened up. I love it. I wish it was my room. I'll be able to start work on the mural any day now. I'm going to paint a scene from one of Anita Jeram's books. Bunny My Honey more than likely. Maybe I'll document the process. Can you post pics here?
I don't know what the hell is wrong with me today. I had so much ambition and energy. Maybe I should see a doctor.