Pot Luck's Pantry

Ya know, I think if I took all the random pieces, made them flow together in some compatible way, I may have a short story. Or a really long short story. Well that doesn't sound right. Hmm maybe a 2-3 chapter book. I like all my "parts" though.

I, actually, had quite a bit more written. But in one of my incredibly self critical moments, deleted some. I know...stupid. I can't claim ignorance. Cause ignorance is not knowing better and when you do it is simply stupidity. Not that stupidity is simple. I think it is actually quite complex. It takes a lot of forethought and figuring out to pull it off just right. And not to say that it is all premeditated. But if you think about it...the fact that stupidity is that which is some action that is taken, regardless of knowledge, then it could be construed as premeditated. Because you already know the right thing and to do the opposite expends way too much energy that would have been better spent doing the right thing, which in turn, would, undoubtedly, use much less energy and then you could go do something fun with the extra. Energy that is. Hmmm. Run ons. I have been up for too many hours. Ya think maybe?

My daughter received a mommy lecture tonight. It was one about attitude and how it musn't progress. She said "I don't mean to interrupt you...but the way you are speaking is really funny." She went on to explain herself "I don't mean to say that your words are funny mom...just the way that you are saying them." *giggle giggle*

Hmmm. Ok. So, I wasn't sure how to respond to this. All I said was that I was serious in what I was talking about and you need to heed my words. I suppose I could have taken the route of anger. Used words that were degrading or made her feel bad. I don't see how that can teach a lesson when she is cowering in shame or hanging a heavy head full of sulks. I choose to talk to her as I would a peer, in a way. Keeping it all age appropriate of course. I am the adult and she is the child. It is my position to teach and explain. And why does this all sound like I am trying to convince myself I am doing the right thing? Oh yes...that's right. I have no clue what I am doing.

Anything else in my head...? Right..

I didn't work out tonight. I dressed the part. Drove to the place. I even looked at the machine that my feet were supposed to touch. But, ya know? The couch looked all too inviting. And the fire burning in the windowed stove, warm and toasty. My butt was planted. Firmly. Oooo just the thought and feeling of it is making me sleepy.

Yes! Sweet sleep...lay across my eyes your silken mask and fill my limbs with sun and downy comfort.

Ok, I really need to stop...the sleep deprived induced goofiness is now set and ready to serve. :P

Sweet dreams...