Monday Morning Haze

I've really got to leap up and run around and get Elphine to the dentist. Why do I keep making Monday morning appointments!? Why don't I press them for the afternoon?! Don't answer that. It does seem that we are always going to the dentist but that is only because there are so many of us and we all have to go twice a year, basically, if we don't completely forget. And when we do forget then I have to reschedule and that means taking them in one at a time instead of three at a time. Maybe it's providence. If I didn't have to get her there I probably wouldn't get out of bed today.

So anyway, yesterday was Good Shepherd Sunday and Matt preached an excellent sermon, as usual. And then there was this fabulous cake which brought about the having of the theme of Shawn the Sheep running through my mind the entire morning.

I'm so glad that Good Shepherd is comprised of people who make cake and remember things like Good Shepherd Sunday, since I only remembered when I arrived and heard the sermon. Oh ah, I thought, it's about the Good Shepherd today.

I think it was an all around good day, and weekend, but now I need to put my head down and work very very hard, both on the house and on school, because April is over! and May is beginning, and May is going to be very busy because May is before June and June is very busy….you see how it is, time becomes compressed down into this small black hole of tasks and lists and events and you begin to press each event and task in close to the one behind it and so on and so on until you wake up one day and realize that The Sky is Falling, ie, it's the end of the school year. Everything comes due suddenly. It's like the end of the world. You're carrying along methodically and nicely and then suddenly, everything is required to be done Right Now, and you rush around in a fog and in a panic. Well, maybe you don't, but I probably will.

Three nights ago I was trying to go to bed and trying to drag Matt along with me and he wouldn't budge because he does Saturday breakfast. He's a good father. He gives me a break on the weekends. And he plans ahead, being a sensible and grown up person. He goes out every Friday afternoon buys a big bag of Sugar Cereal and then before he goes to bed he does this:

“Why are you putting spoons in?” I asked in wonderment.

“So they won't fight over who gets which spoon,” he said, as if talking to a thick headed child.

“Oh,” I said, considering in my own mind whether such a forethought could work. I don't make breakfast any more, on any day, for anyone, but if I did, it wouldn't occur to me to put spoons in. This is why men are better than women. They just are, and should be honored and uplifted with acclaim and praise.

Oh shoot, we're going to be late. Pip pip.