Wednesday, October 7, 2009

There is a metaphor in here somewhere

Monday: Wash Day. Only it's Tuesday but since the kids had school off yesterday I was still playing catch-up today. I can't very well instill consequences for late, dirty-laundry delivery if I haven't exactly filled my end of the bargain and washed anything up yet.

Two of my girls have school off for the week and we were lazing about in our jammies, folding laundry, drinking hot chocolate (so NOT on our clean-eating plan), and reading (me: blogs, girls: actual books). Lazing about is always a nice idea, in theory.

However, I was caught off guard when Ty's teacher texted to let me know he'd (Ty) had an emergency of the "answering nature's call" variety. The teacher was perfectly fine to take care of the situation, but I think there are some things a person needs their mom for (also I don't personally feel it should be in a teacher's job description to do bathroom duty, unless of course they are getting hazard pay).

I threw on some presentable clothes, as well as the bare minimum of make-up (vanity much?), tamed my unruly mop of hair, and found my keys. It took me 15 minutes to get to a school half a mile away. I am really trying hard for that Mother of the Year award. I'll spare you any details, but I feel bad Ty had to wait for me.

I got home, fed the girls lunch, then ran off with my youngest sister to buy/exchange yarn for another sister. I may have mentioned this before but our middle sister has this "superpower" where people fall all over themselves to give her stuff or make her happy and I am not even exaggerating AT ALL (it's totally worth it, so I understand why they do it). Anyhow, come to find out this yarn store does NOT do exchanges. ALL SALES ARE FINAL.

Except that somehow the power of my sister reached out and touched them, clear from Maryland, and they exchanged the yarn for another of the exact same color and price just a lighter weight. Which they NEVER do, the sales girl assured me - but just this once.

Then we dashed home - dashed being a relative term. And sweet mercy! I found a friend who was willing to take my excess garden produce off my hands so that I would not suffer from either RPTGS (Rotting Pepper & Tomato Guilt Syndrome) or FFPE (Fruit Fly Population Explosion). I met up with her, made the delivery (my guilt evaporated immediately, phew!), and then picked up my daughter from dance.

On the way home I got the reminder call that quilt group was tonight. Mr. O was a love and didn't mind if I went. So I did. And I finished up a sweet little knit dress for my middle sister's baby (because I am not immune to her charms, myself). I know I did knitting instead of quilting, but I went - for like the first time since May and I had a lovely time. I tasted Lasagna Soup (delish, btw) and visited with friends.

When the party broke up, I went home and dressed for my run. I was trying to meet up with a couple of other women who go about the same time, but I was either just ahead of or behind them and missed them altogether. I spent my entire run trying to catch up and then back track to find them. I felt guilty that I'd missed them, hoping I hadn't inconvenienced them or made them wait for me.

In the end I tried to enjoy the solace while putting the guilt on the back burner. Even though the air was downright brisk, it made for an invigorating run. I got in 4 miles before my knees rebelled. I wanted to keep going but knew that if I wanted to run again tomorrow, I needed to listen to my body and it was SO DONE. And then I showered because I am thoughtful like that, and it was about time, don't you think?

10 comments:

sue-donym said...

Wow. What a day.

Glad to hear I'm not the only one who runs on guilt (not literally-I don't run).

Chocolate on my Cranium said...

And you ran four miles at the end of the day after all that? Wowza, woman!

Kado! said...

your days are SO much more fun than mine!

Kristina P. said...

Seriously, you are super woman.

Hewett Gardeners said...

i think i got the dishes washed today. humph. :)

Emma J said...

That's a great day! At least, reading it was. Looks like you touched all the bases - family connection, physical exercise, making things, getting rid of guilt, chocolate . . .

Shawn said...

Wild, wild ride of a day, my dear! And you even ran---so impressed...

Anonymous said...

IT BLOWS ME AWAY THAT YOU CAN HAVE THE ENERGY AT THE END OF YOUR DAY TO RUN, BUT I SURE AM PROUD OF YOU. LOVES KEL

myimaginaryblog said...

Wow, what a day.

(And how did I come to be 18 posts behind on your blog in Reader? You've been prolific, or I've been forgetting to mark them read.)

I offered my plums to anyone in my ward who wants them and two families took me up on it and then came back for more, but there were still a lot left, and I couldn't stand the waste so I harvested a bunch more (and have managed to make one more big batch of fruit leather, but still have another large bag of fruit to use.) I'm WAY behind on laundry and I rarely get behind on laundry. And there is STILL a lot of fruit on that tree . . . but it's kind of out of reach, and I need to just leave it for the birds. Right? RIGHT? (Not sure of the metaphor there, either.)

Oh, PS, where do you buy yarn? (Not that I'm going to take up knitting--Right? RIGHT?--but just that I can't resist looking at crafting supplies of any variety.

Mrs. Organic said...

Zina - I like to stop in at Heindselman's in Provo or "Where Friends Wind Up" at Gardner Village. Beware, that second store is the all sales final place.

But if you enjoy looking at crafty things made with yarn, you should request an invite for Ravelry. Oh my the hours one can while away there (right, Kel?) There are lots of free patterns there and gorgeous handwork.