How's About Some Cheese With That Whine?

The kids had appointments with the optometrist today. We thought the Prince may have some issues but he is doing just fine. The Princess has to get glasses. Why did she choose a pair of Coach frames that cost $213? Um, no … put those back and find something that I won’t kill you for when you lose or break them. Then she asked me how much my frames cost. I told her it didn’t matter because I have a job.

When we left the doc’s office and I was bringing her back to school I went into this rant: “I really don’t want to go to work. I want to drop you off at school, then go to the gym, go have a nice lunch, come home and clean up a little and then make us some dinner. Why can’t that be my life?” She said, “Because you have to take care of us.” True. True. That made me think of the time when my mother told me I was an accident. I hope my kids don’t think that if I could change things they wouldn’t be here. Never that. When I was 18 my mother told me that even though I wasn’t planned if she had to do it all over again and she knew I’d be the result, she wouldn’t change a thing. Awwwwww. I feel the same way about my youngins. They’re good kids. For the most part.

I just wish I had made better choices when I was a young woman. My main problems are that (1) I’m easily distracted and (2) I want things right away. I knew when I was in fifth grade that I wanted to be a writer. Combine the fact that I’m easily distracted with the other fact that I didn’t have anyone encouraging me to go in that direction and here I am. I’m not blaming anyone but myself. I’ve had many opportunities to do the things that I’ve wanted to do and I got distracted. Distracted by men. Distracted by money. Just distracted. Ugh!

It’s not too late. I know that. I’m finally moving in the right direction and I accept the fact that nothing happens overnight.

I’m reading Revolutionary Road.




I saw the movie trailer and at first I wanted to see it in the theater but decided to read the book first. I was really interested in the story and movies can be so disappointing. I’m about half way through and I’m really enjoying it. The story of this couple who are living an unsatisfying life is something I can relate to. Well, not totally unsatisfying … just … just … I don’t know. Tonight is date night and I would love to be sitting in a restaurant eating tapas. Instead, I’ll be making spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread and salad in my kitchen and putting in a DVD. And that’s okay because we always have spectacular date nights and there is nothing wrong with spending an evening at home with the one you love. The point is that we’re together. I just don’t like having to choose between new tires or dinner out.

I’m rambling.

The fact is everything is bugging me lately. I’m finding fault with just about everything which makes me sound like an ungrateful, spoiled child. I should probably stop watching the Travel Channel.