August 13, 2007

Too Tired To Think

I spent yesterday morning moving furniture from the living room and bedroom into the dining room because we’re cleaning our carpets tomorrow.  It’s been several years since we Rug Doctor’d it and the cream-colored saxony  desperately needs a deep clean. 

After 2+ hours of that, I jumped into the shower and took Dawson to the store with me.  We needed diapers, a new outfit for Dawson to wear in his 3-year-old photos, filters for our fish tank, fish food, a rawhide bone for Murphy, black ink for the printer, rummage sale tags and refills for Dawson’s Nemo and Ratatouille Pez dispensers.  Yes, the Pez candy is a necessity unless you want to hear a toddler ask for the stuff 100 million times a day.

I completely forgot two items because I listened to non-stop chatter by a certain child sitting in the cart. 

I came home with everything but the printer ink and rummage tags, and instead, Dawson roped me into a new CARS! racetrack toy thing.  And I only bought it because it was on clearance.  I’m such a sucker.  

I even did that whole guilt trip thing my mom did when we were kids.

“Okay…but this is your birthday present.  Early….so you won’t get anything new in September.”

I know I’ll end up buying him something anyway because I love to see that happy smile on the Doodlebug’s face.

I’m not spoiling him.  Really, I’m not.  Before this, the last toy he got was for Easter.

When we got home, Dawson went straight to Daddy and asked for help putting together his new toy. 

“Daddy, help me o-ped this!”

And the two of them played with the CARS! and I went to cut my third of the grass. 

It took forever.  And it was hot outside.  Humid.  And my feet were yucky green when I was done.  Because I mowed the lawn barefoot.  I didn’t want my shoes to be green.  (And Kristen says I can’t wear Crocs even if I am doing yardwork or gardening.)

When I woke up this morning, I felt as though I had arthritis in every one of my joints.  I’m achey.  And tired.  But the good news is I probably melted away five pounds!

So, after a Sunday of getting things done, buying a toy for a cute, soon-to-be 3-year-old, and sharing feelings of great accomplishment with my husband, I feel awesome.  It was worth it.  Even if I’m too tired (and sore) to think, today.

Also, yesterday was my grandfather, Florian’s birthday.  He would have been ninety-four years old.  I can’t help but miss him.  He loved his family very much.  Happy Birthday, Grandpa, wherever you are…

Posted by Dana @ 9:08 AM • The Doodlebug, The Hubs   
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8 Responses to “Too Tired To Think”

  1. Yeah, enough of this blasted humidity already! You work up a sweat just putting your clothes on.

  2. I did yard work all weekend. I’m sore and tired, too. The horrible thing about humidity is that it’s bad for me, but my weeds LOVE it.

  3. I remember when I wanted something, my mom wouldn’t give me a guilt trip or anything. She’d just give me “the look” and I knew…game over. LOL I didn’t ask for much when I was a kid. well that’s not true, but I tried at least. :P

    Sometimes I wish I had a lawn to mow the grass…but, we don’t have that.

  4. Cool – Yesterday was my grandpa’s 92nd birthday : )

    And thumbs up to five pounds!

  5. WI Mommy, that is so true. Sometimes I feel like I need to re-shower right after getting dressed, because I’m melting the whole time I’m putting my clothes on!

    Leslie, I think you and I should head to the spa and get massages and mani/pedi’s and drink cool, refreshing cucumber water. Sound good?

    Yoshi, would you like to come to my house and mow our lawn? I’ll gladly give up that job! :)

    Dawn, I hope your grandfather had a happy birthday!

  6. It’s weird I read your post today because just this morning I was looking down my list of fall birthdays and Dad2Amara’s grandmother’s birthday was listed. We lost her earlier this year and we miss her terribly. It’s hard to believe she’s gone. So just know that your grandfather is watching over you because I know Great-Grandma2Amara is watching over us too.

  7. It’s nice when we feel satisfied by all the work we do instead of burdened by it.

  8. Amara’s Mom, it’s a beautiful feeling, knowing our loved ones are watching over us!

    Julie, I agree. I does feel great to get things done. I just wishe there weren’t so many things to do!

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Dana began her Mom career in 2004 with the birth of her eldest son, Dawson, aka The Doodlebug. She spends her days catering to a 5-year-old, she denies her habit of compulsive vacuuming, and just recently gave birth to Owen, aka Monster Baby. She's definitely living La Vida Loca and wouldn't want it any other way.
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