Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

I happen to be one of the strange ones that don’t like the sun. Even when I wasn’t sick, I never liked the bright sun and opted for cloudy or rainy days. Often I hear people tell me how depressed they feel when it was cloudy or rainy out. Yet, I always felt energized by the rain like it washed away sins and sorrows. Perfect days are cool and cloudy – they allow me to re-center myself. J went to the pharmacy, kids are playing with their friends and I am sitting in the garage enjoying a cross breeze. We have a cricket friend in the garage, he’s working OT on his chirping. I wanted to call him Jim but felt it was too on the nose. I feel things should have a name, and be named, even in adamant objects. Leonard. That’s what I’m calling the cricket…Leonard. J said that Leonard has been in the garage behind the freezer for the last few days. During the day he falls asleep and at night he chirp his song. About an hour ago I heard Leonard and he was going on about his song. I thought his little legs were going to catch on fire. Today has been a nice family day that included a lunch at a Pho place. I love Pho broth – it’s soothing and super filling at least for a little while. It’s a lot like sushi I used to be able to eat like a grizzly bear and then an hour later be hungry. I think I miss sushi. I said I think because there’s really not much of an appetite or at least craving. I was reminded not to eat my favorite foods because it would ruin it.

Actually, there is a dessert that I absolutely crave. It’s been years since I have been to Rick’s Dessert Diner – Framboise Torte. And it is absolutely delicious. J’s friend up North took us to Sacramento one night after drinking and eating. This was of course back in the early days before children – and this dessert place was a little place next to a bar but the line was insane. J got the Framboise and I played it safe with Pecan Pie – and like a good wife needed to try his cake for QC purposes as well as future R&D. Once we both were hooked, for special occasions we would buy the entire cake and within a day or so – it would disappear.

We have since realized that we have zero self control and need not purchase an entire cake.

I like uneventful days, I don’t think there are enough of them. Uneventful is good. Nothing to write about. Nothing to think about. No positive but also no negative. I’m okay with that. Reflecting is a lot of work. Sometimes I don’t want to reflect, I don’t want to think deep…sometimes I want to press the Staples STOP button and put things on pause. Sometimes. Just don’t want to work.