Monday, November 07, 2005

This weekend...

I think I pretty much wore the same PJs all weekend and didn't leave the house once. I slept on the couch and Darian and I ate as if food did not have calories.

I did TONS of laundry, so last night we slept in clean yummy smelling sheets and this morning I had a whole new wardrobe to choose from when I got dressed. It is amazing how if you go without doing laundry for so long, it is almost like going shopping when you finally get around to it because you find clothes you forgot you owned.
Sadly- even after polishing off a roll of quarters and then some I still have laundry that needs to be done. Mostly blankets and towels are left, so I will be working on those throughout the week.

I also have some plans for switching some things around in my bedroom that I am quite looking forward to. I think it will give me the illusion of more space. Basically I am readying our little place for the upcoming holidays and all that entails with family and friends floating through the house.

I finally got a chance to have a conversation with Jon that lasted more than five minutes. That was nice. We ended up burning through two hours worth of phone cards. (Big thanks to his mom for providing the phone cards as a Halloween gift!)

Oddly enough after all of the family drama from last week, both my mother AND my father called me yesterday. I talk to my dad all of the time, but I rarely speak to my mom as she is super busy right now with her house and her work at the hospital. I think it is funny because I have always felt my parents have some strange intuitive thing that makes them always call me on the same day whenever something is going on in my life where I need to speak to them.
They actually shed some light on my feelings about the whole holiday situation for me. I guess when I was growing up the holidays were always very tense around my house because they always clashed on what the proper way to spend a holiday was. My whole "no pressure/loose go with the flow holiday" vision that I remember so fondly was apparently full of tense undercurrents.
My dad always thought holidays were a good time to go hunting with the boys, she always thought they were a time for family to all be together, in the end they were just a time that everyone painted on a smile and rushed through with very little pomp and circumstance. That must be why I seem so ambivalent when it comes to the holidays. I was taught from a time before I can even remember consciously to just put my head down and try to get through them as quickly and painlessly as humanly possible. That would explain why they make me so terribly uncomfortable as well.

Interesting.

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