I have a confession.
You may not want to ever visit these random parts again after I tell you.
You can only take so much weirdness from me before you just have to say, “Enough is enough, Ruthanne! No more!”
I get it.
And it’s okay.
I don’t make my bed on Sundays.
I said it.
Annnnnd I’m sharing a picture as evidence.
Right about now, I’m feeling very exposed.
I’m fairly certain I inherited this from my mother. This drive to always have my bed made. It’s the biggest piece of furniture in my room. Once the bed is made, my room looks 75% better immediately. I love that.
But . . . . on Sundays . . . . I just feel like being a little rebellious.
I tell myself, “Ruthanne, don’t make the bed.”
And I respond to myself, “Okay, I won’t. I can do this. I can totally do this. Look at me being all bad and stuff. Ahhh, yeah . . . . . ::glances over at the bed:: . . . but, it looks really messy. I don’t think I can do this. I can’t do this. It will only take three minutes. Tops. Stop it, Ruthanne! Step away from the bed. . . . Okay, okay.”
The relief I feel on Mondays as I make my bed up is almost indescribable.
Ahhhh, yes. Everything is right in the world again.
I know this. You know this. I’m sorry.
I got a birthday present in the mail on Saturday from Melissa. It’s a bracelet from Silpada and I love it. It’s so perfect.
My mom was out of town on my birthday, so she’s taking me out tonight for a girl’s night out. Schweet!
I’m really enjoying this birthday. It’s like the energizer bunny. It just keeps going and going and going.
I have made three trips to the library within the past seven days.
My daughter is flying through the books A Series of Unfortunate Events.
She wakes up and reads. She eats and reads. She hurries up with her school work so she can read. She ignores her iPod touch so she can read.
I don’t mind all the trips to the library.
I love it.
In other non-book related yet daughter related news, my girl is registered to run the St. Jude’s Half-Marathon. We’re going to run it as a Mother-Daughter team.
Yes, I’m totally stoked.
I told her we should have shirts made.
We could have “The Dream Team” printed on them.
She gave me the look, which translated into a resounding no.
She said we would have to come up with something other than “The Dream Team.” Sooo, what do you think? Ideas? Inspiration?