Sunday, March 06, 2005

The Adventure Continues

I thought the rest of my day yesterday would go well. I got a nap, I went to the grocery store, and continued my adventures by trying out the new Lime Coke. When I got home I noticed my sons eyes looked a little pink. By dinner time they were flaming red. So being the good mother I am, my husband asked me to call the doctor. They eventually got back to me two hours later and suggested I go ahead and take him to an immediate care center. At this point it was close to nine o'clock. By the time I got myself and him ready to leave( I had to wake him up) it was nine-thirty. Fortunately we live near a hospital with a children's ER/Immediate care center. Otherwise I would have had to drive to downtown Atlanta. I had really wanted to go to the fabric store last night. But I put aside my desires, and took my son to the doctor. The children's ER is a hopping place. We had a very nice Dr. She had a nose ring. So $100 later we had a prescription for some eye drops. Eckerd is also an intriguing place after 10:00. The only other person in the store was a very young guy buying personal protection. When I went out to my car I saw his girlfriend/wife waiting in his truck. I don't get out much. I felt like I was in the midst of some existential short story about a drug store. I was dragging my half asleep 4 year old, who was wearing my jacket that reached to his ankles and had flaming red eyes flowing with goop , through the store, the clerks were quietly stocking the shelves. I feel like there should be some deep meaning to the whole event, but I can't think of what it might be. I have always enjoyed going to stores late at night or early in the morning. It makes me feel like a character in a story or in a cheaply produced independent film. Needless to say, it was an adventure. The best part of my night was that my 2 yr old slept through the night for the first time in a week. She had her adenoids removed and her ear tubes replaced last week. It was outpatient surgery and she recovered well during the day. But she hasn't been sleeping well at night. As I mentioned in my last post, I require large amounts of sleep.

I wonder if my lack of refreshing sleep is what induced me to cut off all my hair. I had over 14 inches of my hair cut off last week. It was almost to my waist, now it is above my ears. Everyone likes it. I feel free. You don't think about hair being a burden, but it can be. I also realized it made my head feel cluttered, and as I am trying to eliminate the clutter from my life, I knew it had to go. I am going to donate my ponytail to locks of love. Well, if I have any more adventures today I will relate them to you, my non-existant audience. Maybe I should tell somebody I have a blog.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

Too Stinking Early

I was planning on starting my blog today, but I got a much earlier start than I had hoped. This is a perfect chance to live up to my blog title. My 2 year old has been waking up periodically though the night. It would be fine if her crying wasn't quite so loud, because then I could sleep through it. I'm not sure I can come up with an accurate description of exactly how loud her cry is. But I am sure they heard it in California. Anyway, at 4:30, after getting up at 4:04, 4:16, and 4:25, I decided to go ahead and get up. Here is where I find myself tested. My first reaction to this situation is to gripe, complain, and grumble. Basically, I would consider this an inconvenience. I require large amounts of sleep to function. You may notice that sleeping is listed among my interests. But in my daily struggle to be a better person, I chose this opportunity to create my very own blog. How exciting. I have been thinking about creating one for about a year, but I figured no one would care or read it. But I am plunging forward, looking for a new adventure.

I came across the following quote the other day:
Men always talk about the most important things to perfect strangers. In the perfect stranger we perceive man himself; the image of God is not disguised by resemblance to an uncle or doubts of the wisdom of a mustache. G.K. Chesterton
This gave me the final push, and here I am. I don't have a life particularly fraught with adventure, but I think the fun comes from trying to make an adventure out of our everday living. Otherwise, we are quickly bored, and spend all our time complaining. I must confess that I find myself bored and complaining all too often. Now that I am coming out of a four year post partum induced haze, I want to be a better person, wife, mother, and christian, though not necessarily in that order. I have discovered that to be better at all these things means to be less selfish. Such a simple concept, but oh so hard to put into practice.
Well, the time has caught up to me and I am no longer thinking very coherently. I have no idea how often I will post, some days it may be many, many times, or a week may go by. My hope is to be disciplined enough to write everyday. What do I plan on talking about? I have no idea.