I am in school, sometimes, it is high school, sometimes College, or a "dream-like" combination of the two. I am frantically going about my schedule, and school like business, but I have this overwhelming feeling that I am missing a class somewhere. I either can't find the room it is offered in, or I just can't seem to
remember it, and I have no way to get a class schedule. Last night, the missed class was art. It goes on a whole semester, and I just KNOW that my grade is a big fat F. I cant even get in touch with the teacher to explain. I can't seem to find the office to "drop" the missed class. It all seems so stupid, but I feel so burdened and oppressed in my dream about it. For some reason it feels like my life is falling apart in the dream. I was so sure it was real last night. I was so relieved to wake up.
What does all this mean? I don't know, probably some leftover obsession from trying to get perfect grades in school, but more than that, I think it speaks to my somewhat subconscious insecurities on not having it all together.
I desperately cling to routine in my home, and when it is out of whack, ahem....SUMMER...I feel all discombobulated. I need to start with a fresh slate and get my family on a good schedule, especially as the "start" of our homeschooling year looms ever clos
er. I know we have an impending move coming, sometime early to mid-fall. So, I really need the routine to be our saving grace. I NEED this routine, which not only includes the day to day, but MENU PLANNING!! I have gotten a good menu plan this week, which doesn't just include random meals, it involved some good planning, with quick, different and yummy meals. It has made me happy.
On to other things...
I have been a laundry machine for a week straight! We had a lice scare. Yes, I said it, LICE!!!! If that is not a 4 letter word to moms, I don't know what is! We had a little birthday party for my little 3 y.o. princess
, and a mom called the next day to let me know that they were infested. AHHHHHH. Boy, oh, boy!! You did NOT want to see the freak out session that ensued after that. I know it is not her fault, and really I didn't blame her, but seriously??? AHHHHHHHHHH. Every thing that could go into the washer, did. Every kid has had their hair checked like 3000 times. My husband is SOOO sick of me asking him to check me. I admit, it is totally gross and humbling to ask, but to my relief he never found any. I used homeopathic stuff on my daughters head, who to my utter HORROR, told me that little friend had done her hair with her "infested" hair things!! OH GROSS. Anyway, she was all shower capped and being "treated" before we went to bed that night-for 4 hours. "just in case" you know? Then she had to be meticulously combed for another hour. She has rather thick and long hair. For good measure, I doused my head with Olive Oil, a very messy process, I assure you. I didn't want chemicals on me do to breastfeeding the babe. I was also shower capped for about 3 hours. Well, I felt better after that, but every once in a while I get obsessed again.
Okay, now that I have shared that with the world....
So, we are having a big 30th Birthday Bash this weekend. My Hubs and I are both turning 30 this year(i really don't need to re-hash the fact that I already turned 30 do I?), and instead of having 2 different parties, we decided on a funky 70's style (our decade of birth of course) Party. We, or shall I say, I, have been obsessed with planning. Hmmmm...there seems to be a theme of obsession today. I will have to ignore that, no need to go poking around in my psyche.
Anyhoo...everyone is dressing up in 70s clothes. It will be funny to see what everyone comes in. We are having prizes for best costume, and Brian and I have some fun ones picked out...actually, they are vintage, both of them. I think it will be fun. I got goody bags of 70s candy, so I hope that goes over well, and I am making good ole fashioned "mix cds". That is right. Mix cds. So, more on this later.
