Life Is Spelled C-R-A-Z-Y5:30 PM
|Mothers' Day downtown. I love you, Mama!|
I'm so busy I don't even have time to be busy. Play practice. Tutoring. Shopping. Baking. Writing. Planning. Flammable science experiments. (Don't ask.) It's been good, mostly. But survival mode can only last so long before one starts cracking. For instance, if you start dreaming about breakfast cereal and social workers with guns invading your house...it might be time to sit back and relax a little bit.
Unless you can't. In which case, it's best to unwind in more active ways.
- Watch the news. We piled onto my parents' bed for two days to watch the buzz behind Usama bin Laden. (People are up in arms over the contradictions of the raid, but frankly, I want to know when the name change occurred and why I wasn't informed.) Then we piled onto the coming-apart-at-the-seams couches to laugh and clap and amen along to the first Republican presidential debate. People -- I'm voting in this election. I felt pretty self-important and scared to death that I might cast my vote for one of these gentlemen next year. There's nothing like the shock of maturity to temper a busy week.
- Try to curb one's grammar geekiness over the Mothers' Day weekend. Really, truly, I try, but is it Mother's day or all mothers' day? If I may steal from my sister Bethany's wit, certainly my mother deserves a holiday named after her. But if someone did not have my mum in mind, then I must continue to harp on the poor punctuation.
- Speaking of Mothers' Day, shopping isn't a bad idea at all. I took Bethany to spy out a Mothers' Day gift at Walmart (yes, we're cheap children with limited budgets and a procrastinatory spirit). Due to my little brain, I thought we had established several weeks before that we were going to increase Mum's candle supply. Silly me. First we had to smell every single candle in the establishment.
"Ooh, peach mango! Yuck. It smells terrible."
"Let me smell it. Ugh. I hate the smell of mango."
"This looks good."
"Eh, you're right. It smells like...."
"These are cool -- but they don't have any holders."
"How 'bout a bunch of little ones? What do those smell like?"
"They look pretty cool."
"Oh! We should buy her a big one and then all these little ones."
"We're on a budget."
"Fine. We'll get these and something else."
"I thought we were just getting candles?"
"You don't just get candles for Mothers' Day. That's ridiculous."
"I don't think it's ridiculous."
"We should get her a coffee mug along with the candles."
"Where are the coffee mugs?"
[five minutes of wandering and nonchalantly offering things like, "Let's get her a kitchen towel" - "Hangers!" - "How 'bout a red blender?"]
"Oooh, I like this one."
"But that's boring. Oh, I like this one."
"It is not."
"It is too."
"You always think whatever I think is pretty is ugly."
"That's because it's true."
"Let's look at the fabric section."
"Just to be random."
"Hey! She likes Reese's."
And then, twenty minutes later, we walk out of Walmart with a bunch of little candles -- after arguing about whether it's more embarrassing to use the self check-out or talking to a cashier. Sisterhood is a delicate art, I tell you.
- Tickling is good for the soul. A good hour of little siblings sitting on your lap, who are conveniently ticklish and are inconveniently aware that you are too, does wonders for a weary heart. When you get to talking about poppy wheelies and your little brother giggles uncontrollably -- that's a most excellent balm.
- If all else fails, run around the house five times. Especially if you've been working on homework for over three hours.