I wonder if I have a blog post what title before today? Because I’m real here, I have to admit to you really that I feel like skeletal remains when I’m here. I remember the room that I was in when I first wrote, the excitement now so stale yet so easily recaptured which is the beauty of knowing the placement of my fingers on these keys and knowing where the search bar is. I can recall the titles of my earliest entries, read their words and enter into that bit of my soul again. I hope you have that ability to capture your former you too. One of my favorite songs is in on Youtube to help tune my head in. It’s me. I’m 29 now. My wedding was coming up on nine years ago. Four spunky spirited kids have the last name that I share with my husband. These are lives that we’ve made together in private and share together in public, proud as punch when stranger recognize that Willie is such a shadow of my husband and that another one of our children is my mirror. The other two are, “50% you and 50% you” Every marriage should involve procreation. These blessings are the most powerful, incredible gifts that we could ever not deserve.
8pm. Bedtime was half an hour ago. Willie and Cath are sleeping, Deeder and AJ are on their way. I am the mama who goes through the bedtime routine and gives them that time to settle, the “You guys can talk, just keep it quiet”. I’ve put away the laundry that goes in their rooms and brushed their teeth after their last snack of the night. Two books have been read to the boys room and two to the girls room, we’ve said grace together and hugs and kisses have been given.
My youngest child is 27 months old which means she has a full mouth of teeth to brush, feeds herself the same snack that everyone else does and goes to the bathroom by herself. She’s been sleeping in a toddler bed since her birthday in February, she’s out of the onesie stage and now has a drawer full of undies of which she’s quite proud.
Sunday night I put 12 dreadlocks in. It’s what I need right now. Recently I noticed that my mane is far too ordinary. Life is too fleeting for blah hair. With time never taken anymore for blow drying and straightening blah is exactly what I’ve been inadvertently giving myself. I love that my hair’s finally past my shoulders and also really like the color that I had done a couple months back. This time I’m going to do what is called neglect dreads, rather than gridding my hair out into one inch sections and backcombing 81 1inch strands of hair only to take off the bands and have them unravel or be just held together by dreadlock wax. Neglect means really just letting the hair do it’s own thing–according to theory it should section out on it’s own and eventually dread up. I just have to be careful to use a residue free soap. My mom’s comment was, “Well you did always have to have something to look forward to.” Hum.
Well. It’s 11:30pm now. A.J is finally asleep. I have more laundry to fold, and another general mess sweep through to do before Darren’s home in half an hour. My looking forward to is actually a complete revolving around his leaving and coming home and how much I can do or fail to do in those hours.
Terrific Tuesday is followed by Wonderful Wednesday, my volunteer at the school day. This week I’ll be in Cath’s Kindergarten. Hope all your dreams came true today, phantom reader.