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My mother taught me how to make scrambled eggs, a skill I still utilize every day. She taught me how to do housework. As much as I hated it, the Saturday cleanings she forced me and my sister to participate in were useful. She also taught me to love books. She never said no to the books I wanted from the Scholastic book forms I brought home and she took me to the library until I’d read every Nancy Drew book on the shelf.
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I feel like this card perfectly sums up my life.
Day after day with four loud, messy kids, doing school, juggling housework (very imperfectly), dealing with business, running around, learning and living my life, in the middle of it all zany begins to feel normal.
Then I go away and it’s quiet. I put my feet up. I read. I talk without interruptions. I get a manicure. I forget about zany.
When I come back home, zany is new. It’s loud and alive. It’s foreign and uncomfortable.
It’s demanding and unending.
But kind of cute and it starts to suck me in again.
What was zany starts to feel almost perfect again.
My one regret? That I didn’t get that free massage when I had the chance.
1. My middle daughter always sends me the most amusing texts, but these two that I got at Blissdom yesterday had me laughing so hard.
2. Last night we attended a concert featuring Mat Kearney. First I’d heard of him, but now I’m a fan. This non music lover with 5 songs in her iTunes has just added a few more.
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