Busy busy.
April 21, 2011

After three weeks of GO! GO! GO!, our family has one last crazy weekend – this one packed with an enormous family dinner, two egg-hunts, an annual Easter celebration, quite a bit of yard-work, a belated Earth Day event, and spending some time with an old friend in town for a brief while – and then we are free.  Gloriously free.

As free as anyone with a pint-sized tyrant in their life ever is, anyway.

I know that some people reading this probably added STRESS to their middle name years ago and those people are all thinking YOU CALL THAT BUSY?, and my only answer to that is YES.  Yes, I do.  As a general rule, Donald and I are weekend hermits.  If we schedule anything more than a trip to the grocery store into a weekend, I consider myself fully booked.  Other people rattle off their fifty-page to-do list and I’m always like, YEAH?!  WELL I’M GOING TO COSTCO, SUCKERS!  And I am going to need a nap afterwards.  I don’t know what it is about walking through the Mecca of commercial excess staring at seventy-ton bags of random crap, but I always need a nap afterwards.


A slow moment with Daddy.  Something to be cherished, indeed.

So scheduling approximately our family’s entire allotment of annual activities into one weekend seems a bit like insanity cubed to me.  And I cannot, CANNOT, wait for it to be over.  I cannot wait for a week or two of nothing but bubbles and sandwiches cut into shapes for the baby and dead cell-phone batteries and sidewalk chalk and playing tug-of-war with the puppy because, quite frankly, being busy has caused my daughter to morph from a joyous imp into something straight out of a George Romero flick.

Can you imagine the look on her face when she’s fifteen, googles her name, and sees that I called her a zombie?  On the Internet?  To strangers?  I hope I’m there for it.  I’ll be like, yeah, so what?  At least I didn’t tell them about that one time when you were too distracted by mariachi music to be bothered, so instead you just pooped all over your father’s lap and the restaurant chair.

Oh wait!  I did!  That, child, is called payback.  Give me grandchildren and you’ll get to witness it firsthand.

I forgot where I was going with this post, so in conclusion: a) Costco is exhausting, b) children wacked out by stress turn into zombies, c) mariachi music is the toddler equivalent of drugs, d) when this is all over, I fully intend to fall off the edge of the planet, and e) sometimes wacked-out stress zombie children are actually more exhausting than Costco.  The end.


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  1. By wordplayhouse on April 21, 2011

    I’m with you on the weekend thing. We work and play around our home. Enjoying our home. Relaxing at home. Being home. Taking life on the weekends in slow motion.

  2. By Sara on April 21, 2011

    Here, here. We have had two weeks of non-stop craziness, and I for one, and looking forward to Monday: back to dancing in our living room, picking dandelions and reading our books. And, my daughter, usually an angel turns into a little terror after a stressful and busy few days (so, basically I’m a little bit dreading this weekend!) Good luck!

    PS: going to the COSTCO on a weekend in LA is a BIG EVENT. It takes us forever because it’s so crowded and so chaotic. I always need a drink afterward. ;-)

  3. By Jasmine on April 21, 2011

    That tree is just BEAUTIFUL!

  4. By on April 21, 2011

    One of your best posts! Your way with words are incredible. I was laughing here at my desk all by my lonesome!

    Signed a daily blog stalker, who never comments, but appreciates your mothering, lifestyle, and ability to share it with me, here 3,000 miles away.

  5. By Kayal on April 21, 2011

    Too funny! Your schedule looks busy to me! And don’t worry…Costco overwhelms me, too!

  6. By Ashley Austrew on April 21, 2011

    I know EXACTLY what you mean! Looking forward to the lazy days of summer…

  7. By Sarah Christensen on April 21, 2011

    Jasmine - If you mean the orange tree, I agree!

    The other plant is, sadly, a weed almost my height sitting beside the driveway.  Hence the yardwork.  Weed abatement deadlines are fast approaching, eep!

  8. By Heidi on April 21, 2011

    Costco, Sams Club, BJs ... these wholesale warehouse-type stores give me profound anxiety.

    The idea of walking into a store that sells vats of Mayonnaise and enough toilet paper to blanket a high school makes me shudder.

    I don’t know what it is about bulk. I can’t handle it.

    I also don’t know why this is the one thing I’m commenting on when you only mention it once in your post. Wait. You mention it twice.

    YES—I hear ya, Sarah. Costco is EXHAUSTING. And overwhelming.

  9. By Heidi on April 21, 2011

    Beautiful framing, by the way. Love the photography.

  10. By Molly on April 21, 2011

    I hate being busy, period. In fact, I have banned it. After years of being busy, now I find myself content with only wandering from the house to the park with no plans at all.
    Motherhood has slowed this sister down!!!!


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