Apr. 3, 2007
So What's Your Mulberry Bush?
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"All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel..." So what's your mulberry bush? What's the one lesson you have to learn over and over again? It doesn't seem to matter how many times you bump your head, you forget to close the cupboard door EVERY SINGLE TIME? What's the one life pattern that causes those who know you best to raise their left eyebrow and quietly ask, "I love you, but don't you know this by now?" Is this normal or is it just me? Just in case you're interested, this is my mulberry bush: "All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel. The monkey snickered with all of his might, "Look at her high expectations!" It's April and home-schooling moms are in the home stretch. We feel it. It's how I IMAGINE a marathon runner feels when they talk about the wall. It's the home-school time of year to hit the wall. It takes concentrated energy to get through the wall to find endorphins for the home-stretch. So, in order to prepare for this wall I should know is coming, four years into it, I... 1. bought Martha Stewart's newest book on Housekeeping that could literally choke a horse (yes friends with a raised eyebrow, I really did) and am actually reading it. 2. almost decided to host another large soiree' for our overburdened home-school moms (ehem, of which I am not one because I take balance and boundaries so seriously...pride cometh before a fall) in my home on April 20th. ' 3. spend the majority of my free time mentally massaging my latest business plan. 4. try to purchase the perfect wardrobe for May's annual vacation to help compete with my post-two-babies-bikini-clad sister-in-law. 5. decided NOW is the time when my children WILL leave the house with clean faces, combed hair, matching socks, and no sweats on. Need me to go on? Oh, that my mind would be renewed! There must be a better way!! Unfortunately, lower expectations to me means we turn into a beer-drinking, cheeto-eating (on the couch while watching America's Funniest Home videos EVERY SINGLE NIGHT), farting-at-the-table family who thinks there's something wrong with OTHER people. I can't get my brain around it any other way. Yes, I could invite you over for just tea and dessert instead of dinner with ironed linens, but buy a Mrs. Smith's pie to serve? I CAN'T DO IT! If this isn't your mulberry bush, your suggestions/comments/etc. are welcome. Maybe, maybe, one day the lightbulb will go off and I'll GET it. Meanwhile, the monkey's laughing his head off. |
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