SHOES
My shoe size is either an 8, 8 ½, or a 9. Size 9 typically only for flip flops. Never wore a pair of flip flops until my
adult years. It’s like drinking coffee-
everyone tells you you’ll hate it at first but they will grow on you. Well, they did- they are now my go-to shoes
when I am not at work.
I have a lot of shoes. Heels, flats, tennis shoes- casual and
running, slip ons, flip flops, sandals, and boots.
I typically wear the same ten pair. I have 9-10 pairs (at least) that I have
bought and have never even worn once. I
think it’s time to either put them on or donate them.
My taste in shoes is much broader than my
collection. I love looking at
shoes. I love seeing a pair of shoes and
thinking how cute they would look with such-and-such outfit but rarely spend
money to purchase new shoes. That’s one
area that I don’t think that I go overboard in however, my husband might
disagree. Remember….lots of shoes, only
wear the same ten- many that I have never worn even once.
I will get myself excited to go out and buy
shoes but then when I imagine spending the money on them it starts to make me
feel uneasy. Not sure where I get this
from and why I act this way.
I need to invest in a new pair of black
boots. These days all of the boots are
tall- come to middle of calf. I need
something a little taller than ankle but a little lower than mid-calf. It used to be the only height that you could
find but styles are changing and now those (like midrise jeans) are hard to
come by. I have a little trouble
changing along with the style. I think
taller boots are absolutely adorable but when I just want to wear them to work
under a pair of black dress pants I need something more sleek and lower so I
don’t have to invest in knee-high socks for everyday use.
In the spring, fall and winter I wear black
boots to work almost every day. In the
summer I have a pair of flats and another pair of black wedge sandals that I
wear almost every day.
Hailey-Monster- you LOVE shoes. Right now you love wearing flip flops
most. You also love wearing your sister’s
shoes and the dress up shoes that came in the dress up trunk full of clothes.
Hannah Bean- you take time when you are getting
dressed to pick shoes that are ‘just right’ for your mood and your outfit. Currently we argue every morning about the
tall black boots that you want to wear to Jackie’s. Hard for you to understand that they aren’t
made for the sandy park.
LISTEN
I listen for the clickety clack on the hardwood
floor and I don’t hear it.
I listen for the dog food hitting Nash’s bowl-
the noise that I have heard every morning for the last 12 years and I don’t
hear it.
I listen for Nash licking himself as he lays at
the end of our bed and I don’t hear it.
I listen to Brian tell me the story of what
happened at the puppy ER today, about the tumor that was found and the events
that happened the last few moments of Nash’s life. We will miss you buddy…
I listen to the sound of the water squirting
out of the sprinklers and think about how beautiful our lawn already looks and
it’s only June.
I
listen to the goal horns, organ music, excitement of the announcers and
referee whistles as the NHL season finally comes to an end. Sports are always on at our house.
I listen to Dick and Bert as they talk about
the new Twins ballpark and the events happening in today’s game. It’s comforting. It just feels right listening to them and
having them on. If we aren’t watching
the game, you can at least bet it’s providing the background noise.
I listen to my phone vibrate on the
counter. I am reminded about just how
connected we all are. I reach for my
phone and wish I could disconnect.
I listen to the sound of my fingers twirling
through my hair. I have done this since
I was a young girl. I prefer the top
layers of hair and the top of my head, right at the crown (where my hair parts
just right) is my favorite spot.
I listen to the bathroom fan as I find a minute
to myself.
I listen to the knocks on the door when the
girls realize I am hiding out in the bathroom looking for a minute to myself.
I listen to Hailey say things like “Hannah, you
best friend ever!”, “Mommy, Hannah no yike (like) me.”, “Dude”, “Mom, you pretty”
and I am in awe of how a few months ago we were concerned about whether or not
she would be behind in her talking. She
clearly proved us wrong.
I listen to Hannah sing to herself as she walks
through the house or cleans her room without being asked.
I listen to Hannah express her feelings by
describing them as “189 (clearly the biggest number ever in her world)”.
I listen to myself cry at night. Sometimes out of frustration, sometimes out
of sadness, sometimes out of joy and amazement.
CARRY
My shoulders hurt.
They ache almost every day and I am sure it has
something to do with all of the stuff that I lug around.
I almost always carry a purse. I have a lot of different purses. Small ones, large ones, medium ones, black
ones, red ones, tan ones. Ones with
zippers, ones with pockets. Some with
one strap, some with two. Some are old
and some are new.
In my purse you will always find my cell phone,
loose change, keys, a pen, loose receipts, coupons- usually the ones that come
in the mail as part of a postcard or flyer, lists- shopping and to do, my
checkbook, and my badge for work. You
may also find items that have fallen off one of the kids- headband, pony
holder, barrette, sock, or sunglasses- two girls means sometimes you will find
multiples of these items.
True story- one time while cleaning out my
purse I found a French Fry.
I clean out my purse often but obviously not
often enough since it is usually a mess and hard to find things.
Since I am being honest I should probably admit
that I enjoy the cleaning-the-purse-ritual.
It’s liberating going through the stuff in there and throwing out most
of the items that are swimming around loose and unattended. The first day of the clean purse is always
enjoyable but it never lasts too long.
My purses are usually so big that I find lots of reasons to just throw
things in there just to go through them later.
I definitely get this from my mom…
I also carpool with a ‘work bag’. This bag sits in the passenger seat of my car
every day. It travels with me to and
from work.
Inside of this work bag you will find
stuff. Just random things that
apparently don’t have much meaning since days will go by and this bag won’t
open. I think there are notes in
there from recent meetings I have attended.
I am sure there are more receipts, more coupons, more loose change and
more contraband that was pulled from one of the girls on the way into daycare.
I never spend a lot of money on any one bag- I
like to have options and would get bored with the same old bag each day.
I want to get better at only carrying the
things that I need and keeping my purse more tidy.
I know my shoulders would appreciate it.
THINK
I’m tired and my head hurts from thinking too
much.
Am I making the right decisions and doing the
right things?
Am I raising my kids right?
Are people happy with me?
Am I doing a good job at work?
Is he/she mad at me?
Should I
do more of ?
Should I do less of ?
I wish I was more like .
I should be .
Why am I doing when I should be doing ?
I wonder what is up to?
I should connect with .
We need .
What should we have for supper? I really should be doing a better job at
planning a menu for the week.
How can I be a better mother?
How can I be a better wife?
How can I be a better friend?
Wonder if I am doing anything to motivate
others?
I should really be .
It never stops.
I make lists to try to keep it all straight.
To do lists
Shopping lists
Work project lists
Home project lists
Crafting lists- things I want to make or pages
I need to do
Lists of websites I want to browse
People I need to call lists
Ways I want to better myself lists
Meetings I need to schedule lists
Lists of my thoughts and cards I want to send
I wonder how much of this is normal and how
many others feel the same way.
I often wish that I could experience a calm
mind every once in a while. Or at least
a moment where things waited for their turn and didn’t all just rush in at the
same time, overwhelming me with thoughts.
I think it’s time to make a list and set some
goals.