My musings on the world that surrounds and astonds me. For April, 2000
Well
Rites of passage
My 6th anniversery with my handsome and all around fantastic husband has come and gone. We've been married for six years. If you add up all my other long-term relationships, they'd make about six years. That's got to be a good sign.
I love my husband so much it's almost scary at times. I'm sure that if I were a more giving person he'd know better how much. But I'm selfish. I think about my own needs so often I forget that I want to think about his first.
And by needs I mean emotional and spiritual needs. Yeah, I buy Mike stuff more than I buy me stuff, but when it comes to "how will my actions or this statement make Mike feel" I forget to consider that he might be hurt or offended and charge on ahead.
So there's a goal. That's cool.
Xcylur has turned 5. He tells me that he does not want to grow up. That now that he has his presents he doesn't even need to be five, in fact, he's still four says he. I'm going to be like the boy in the movie that doesn't grow up (the Tin Drum. I know, I educate my kid too broadly sometimes, but being smart and cultured is good for the soul.) and stay a kid forever.
Part of me wants to stay a kid with him.
But someone recently put it well. "I'd rather be an adult and stay young at heart."
We had a pool party for Xcylur's birthday. He was so happy. He was so excited. He had a great time. I love that boy.
I have a phrase that I put in a story recently where a woman was thinking that when she no longer had her men in her life that she "would weep for the want of them." I feel that urge when I'm away from my guys.
April 29th, 2000
The first part of the year has passed so quickly. I would love to slow down and smell the roses. Then I look at my "Honey-do" list for the weekend
Clean Bedroom
Do Laundry
Wash Dishes
Clean Car
Go to Goodwill
Pick up Glasses
Pay phone bill
Publish Newsletter
Pick up printer cartridge
Go to church
Make Sunday Dinner
Do Yardwork
Get pot for Ivy and plant it.
Get groceries
I'm so busy in my leisure time that my regular time seems well, just as darn busy, because I work all day then have to try and keep from letting the fragile house of cards that is life fall around my ears! Being a grown-up is a challenge.
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I am trying to get my stuff together for Mike to go to school here soon. I'd be going too, but I don't want to spend the money till next quarter. I'm so cheap.