I’m under the impression that I’m supposed to make sure my kids have constant entertainment over these days we are ‘on holiday’, as the Brits say. Yes, I’m on holiday, and I want nothing more than to do…absolutely…nothing. Does anyone else feel this way?
We’ve done a couple things, gone places and happily hung out with family, but the rest of the break has been spent at home, binge-watching Christmas movies, Downton Abbey, Arrow, Lost and iCarly. (Please don’t think badly of me. Even if you do, I can’t really control that, now can I?)
Holiday breaks are also times where I cook, constantly, because everyone is always hungry and bored. Lots of soups and tacos and the girls’ current favorite is fried egg sandwiches. Little loves the bread toasted at 2, barely golden. Middle likes hers toasted at 4, more browned but not burned. Then, the fried eggs are added, sunny side hidden, yolks jiggly, placed perfectly with a dash of salt before
breaking the yolks. As the buttery yolk oozes from the sandwich, the bread is then used to sop up every bit of the delicious yellow nectar. Two happy girls with full stomachs and grateful hearts, that they’re mama + auntie= Mauntie (that’s me), made them. This morning I made egg after egg until their bellies were full. Since I don’t do this every school morning, there’s something so refreshing and satisfying about making something they love. At home. On holiday.
(Lyrics to the slow jam.)
If I Ain’t Got You
-Alicia Keys
Some people live just for the fame
Some people live for the power
Some people live just to play the game
And I have been there before, and that life’s a bore
So full of the superficial
But I don’t want nothing at all
If it ain’t you baby
If I ain’t got you baby
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain’t got you
That promises forever young
Some people need three dozen roses
And that’s the only way to prove you love them
And what good would it be
With no one to share, with no one who truly cares for me
If it ain’t you baby
If I ain’t got you baby
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain’t got you
But I don’t want nothing at all
If it ain’t you baby
If I ain’t got you baby
Some just want everything
But everything means nothing
If I ain’t got you
Nothing in this whole wide world don’t mean a thing
If I ain’t got you with me baby
Gravity
-John Mayer
Gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down
Oh I’ll never know what makes this man
With all the love that his heart can stand
Dream of ways to throw it all away
Oh, gravity is working against me
And gravity wants to bring me down
[2x:]
Oh twice as much ain’t twice as good
And can’t sustain like one half could
It’s wanting more
That’s gonna send me to my knees
Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me
Oh gravity has taken better men than me (how can that be?)
Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
C’mon keep me where the light is
C’mon keep me where the light is
C’mon keep me where keep me where the light is (oh, oh)
Until next Friday. Love you loves.
Gastric Bypass Update:
I was going to cop out & try to repost a post from January of 2016, but I realized that I didn’t actually post last January. Back then, I was only posting once a month, and I skipped January. So I couldn’t fall back on a post-from-the-past.
One of the hardest things about having self-imposed deadlines is coming up with a topic and continuing to write every week. I’m hanging in there, some weeks I write better than others, but I think the magic is in the discipline of it. Keeping up with writing in the midst of life, when it seems mundane may be some of the hardest times to write. There’s something for me to learn here, so I’m going to keep going. Kinda like a slow jam. 🙂
Why You Keep Judging Me? 