While trying (not very whole heartedly) to catch up on blogs today, I came across this one. It was like a brick to the face or something like that.
When did I get so obsessive about getting things done around the house that I stopped doing the things that make me happy? Sometimes it takes a stranger to tell you about yourself for you to listen.
After reading this and actually getting the baby to take the nap of all naps, I decided to devote my day to catching up on some blogs and, if the baby continues to sleep, actually writing one.
I did vacuum, though, because I just REALLY couldn’t help myself.
When I was around five years old, I would play school with my neighbors, the sisters Theresa and Vanessa. They were that Catholic although I doubt either one became a nun. Vanessa was an old lady of probably nine and she was the teacher. She mostly taught me and Theresa songs like “Edelweiss” and “The 59th Street Bridge Song”. It was the 70s, you could mix “The Sound of Music” with Simon and Garfunkel.
The other night in an attempt to simultaneously soothe Brigid as well as crack her up, I sang “The 59th Street Bridge Song” to her.Slow down you move too fast Ya gotta make the morning last Just trippin’ down the cobblestones Looking for fun and feelin’ groooooovvyyy!!!
When I was growing up and frantic for everything to get done and panicked if I didn’t think it would, my mother would always say, “it…
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