Calmer, less scattered

“Hey guys, Duke peed in my room,” said my little boy at god knows what hour of the night.

I got out of bed and cleaned up dog pee.

Now one would think it was not a great way to start the day, and really it’s not, but the thing is, when it comes right down to it, it is not a big deal. It’s only dog pee.

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Jumpy thoughts going every which way

My dryer broke last night. The damn thing is almost 15 years old. No big loss and I knew it was coming, but now I am tasked with buying a new one. My washer is even older than the dryer and still working, but it’s only a matter of time before that’ll fail on me too. I told my husband last night we need to buy a new washer/dryer this weekend, because even though I enjoy going to the laundry mat to wash dog beds and comforters on an occasion, I am not up for weekly trips there. I went last night to dry the load that I was about to put in the dryer.

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Just write it

In September I found a local writing group that offered a class for mindful mother’s. I signed up. The class ended two weeks ago, but because of the positive experience we all had (about 10 of us), the instructors decided to keep it going. I’m thrilled.

Mostly I did some light-hearted writing about motherhood, funny stuff. I kept it simple, but honest. I wrote. I talked. I listened. I opened myself up to these other writer women all in my age group. Ah-mazing! I am so glad I found this group.

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7-year itch

In a conversation with my cousin about our upcoming wedding anniversaries – hers in October, mine in November – she asked me what year my husband and I were coming up on.

“Seven,” I replied, to which she responded, “Oh boy, the 7-year itch!” I’d never heard that phrase, so she explained that it basically means that happiness in marriages tend to decline around the seventh year. We dissected it because often affairs are associated with the 7-year itch.

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I am not available right now

About 20 minutes ago I told my kids, “I am not available right now.”

Before doing so, I told my son in private that I needed some time to get dressed and he needed to find something to do — anything — except fight with his sister or watch tv (or burn the house down). He seemed to understand. Then I told my daughter in private the same thing. She said, “Ok I will babysit my brother.” Good. She has a purpose.

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