Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Not Too Serious

Sometimes, in the morning, it's just me and Scotty.  (It's nice to have alone time, but I miss Tommy when he's sleeping!)

The weather has been...uncooperative...but some mornings are too beautiful to be inside, so we head out for breakfast.  Scotty eats pancakes and I get hard-boiled egg whites and tea.  (Tea in my favorite specially-made-for-me mug, by the way, which is my most favorite kind of tea!)

When we head inside, Mommy usually has to get some writing done (math-related writing!) and so I set up at one end of the table...and Scotty gets cozy mirroring me at the other end.  He even takes notes.  I could just die looking at those feet!

When we take a break, Scotty likes to whip up some cupcakes.  Green ones, with sprinkles, just as nature intended.  I had to laugh, actually, because when Maia was here from London last month, she peaked into my pantry and found the stash of Betty Crocker cake mixes on the top shelf.  Between that and the granite counter top in the new bathroom, she was positively scandalized!   haha! 

Lookit, I'm a walking paradox...always have been.  I do what I can, but I don't pretend to be, or even strive to be, perfect in any way.  I'm so incredibly flawed, it's painful to watch.  

So, when cake mixes go on sale at the holidays for 50 cents, I'm going to buy a couple of boxes.  Sorr-eee!  And when my contractor neighbor gets some cast-off granite, then yep, you guessed it, I'm getting some in my bathroom. 

When I was in high school, my mom taped a cartoon onto my bedroom door that she had found in the newspaper.  It was a drawing of a young woman wearing a full-length fur coat, and she was being accosted by an anti-fur protester:  "What poor, defenseless creature had to die, so YOU could wear that FUR coat?!?!" she bellowed, spittle flying and arms akimbo.  The young woman hesitantly offers, "My great aunt, from Cleveland?"

Even then, my mom was warning me about taking myself (or anyone else!) too seriously.  I cracked up when I saw that cartoon and to this day, when we see somebody coming unglued about nothing much at all (even ~ or especially ~ when it's one of us) we'll turn to each other and say, "My great aunt, from Cleveland?" and it's a nice, gentle reminder.  I try really hard to arrange my life so that I'm carrying on in alignment with my core beliefs...the rest of the time?  I make my cupcakes from a box.   And then I sit right down and eat one of those cupcakes with my free-trade tea and my cage-free boiled eggs, and don't forget my care-free little boys and life is oh so good.  :)

5 comments:

  1. At the risk of sounding ignorant, why is granite bad?

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  2. that is a nice mug, tea tastes better in it

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  3. Michelle ~ lol Yo.

    Carmen ~ absolutely nothing, really! I railed against them though *for me* http://miaandtheboys.blogspot.com/2009/11/granite-question.html So she was caught a bit by surprise. :)

    Brit ~ Everything tastes better in it. I can't wait until you guys open up your shop again! :)

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  4. I agree with Brit. Everything tastes better in my special mug too.

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