Such a good book. The author interviewed more than a thousand elderly men and women from all walks of life and put together their advice on the big issues-raising children, marriage, career and life in general. I turned down so many pages and underlined so many enlightening thoughts.
My spring pedicure. Before you go thinking I'm a pampered diva, I'll let you know that this is about the 5th pedicure of my life and I'm 42. So there.
Abbey went to a few dances this year and it seemed like most of the girls were getting their hair and nails professionally done before the dance. I let Abbey get her hair done for one dance, in the kitchen of a friend. That was all. And no my restrictions didn't go over easy, but that's the way it is here. See this is my theory-if these young girls are getting all these extra special privileges at a young age, I think they never appreciate what that word "EXTRA SPECIAL" means. I said to my mom-How are they going to learn to live on one salary when they have their babies to take care of and have to scrimp for groceries when they consider manis and pedis something routine?
Anyways, a few days after Abbey and I had this very same discussion, I pulled out my old dusty wedding album and the whole family was looking at the photos. Abbey said, "Mom, who did your nails, hair and makeup for your wedding?" I said, (probably a little too loudly?) "I DID for God's sake!"
Lightbulb moments, dearies, are divine when you get to see them in teenager's faces.
Working in the yard. More on that below. When I wear these boots while doing yard chores I feel like I am touring my estate, instead of pulling weeds while attempting to bend over with my rapidly growing pregnant belly on my overgrown, untidy yard.
4 weeks early this tree bloomed. There is nothing not to love about an early spring.
There were some guys in a truck roaming the neighborhood offering to trim trees and do yard work. A few neighbors had hired them. I hired them also, but I then fired them. That's always fun. Actually I am awful at doing this sort of firing thing but I was going to pay them a lot of money and right away they were doing a less than stellar job. A lazy crappy job that they thought they could get away with, with little old housewifey me, actually. I could do it better 20 weeks pregnant by myself and when I pay for work, I want it done BETTER than I could do. I decided my best bet now was to hire my family (for room and board), and work next to them and get it done right.
And this here is the mulch truck that came the next day.
I have no pictures from Work Day because everyone was way too crabby and would have really been mad at me for snapping pictures. But we got it finished.