Drivel

It's been one of those mornings when I feel like I've just been spinning my wheels and not really getting anything accomplished. I feel like I've been playing pin the tail on the donkey, except everytime I get ready to pin my tail down and open my eyes someone keeps spinning me around again and putting the blindfold back on.

I go to pay a bill online and get distracted by my email. Then by some blogs. Oy. I pick up some mail that still isn't reflecting our new address and while I'm wondering if these people even deserve our money one of the kids walks in with a distraction and I forget that I was finally going to take care of it until I come across the pile an hour later. Again.

I love mornings when I get our dinner in the crockpot and turn it on to cook with no further effort on my part, knowing that come 5:00 I won't have to wonder what we're going to have for dinner. This morning was no exception, except that half the morning went by before I realized the crockpot wasn't plugged in.

The heater guy did come by this morning to install our new defrost control board thingie on our heat pump. Did you know these things cost $224? Well, now you do. That's just for the part, though. I'm beginning to think owning your own home is a bit overrated.

John's Master's program, which he just started, isn't quite as free as we thought it was. Though I'm ashamed even to complain about it because our cost is still so miniscule compared to paying for it sans military tuition assistance. But still.

I am so over learning things the hard way.

There are so many things to write about -- the latest on Sean-Peter's speech evaluation, or John's sleep apnea, or the 85-year-old woman at the Italian class Conner and I went to last night who reminded me of my great-aunt Tiny, or how cute Olivia was this morning when she said her arm fell asleep and how she couldn't wake it up because maybe it was having too good of a dream?

But I think I'll just go watch Barbie's Swan Lake with the little ones and call it a wash. I need a nice little story with fairy tale characters that sing perfect little songs that my daughter likes to imitate. And I need to finish this, and post it to my blog so I have proof that I did accomplish something today, even if it is nothing but meaningless drivel. Sometimes there is worth in that.