I’m sure I won’t make any friends by confessing this, but I’m not too crazy about animals, as in pets. Whoever had the idea of domesticating cats did not take into consideration that some people would be grossed out by the interior of cats ears, and that cats need to have their ears cleaned really well as they are prone to ear infections.
Same goes for dogs. Just the thought that they are out there sniffing the behinds of others of their species and then coming to sniff my food puts me off eating for a week. Oh, they are cute! And I am a bit in love with cute, little ones. But what’s with all the sniffing?
And nothing that resembles a mouse for me either. The tails are slimy looking, the beady eyes give me nightmares, and every time I see one I am reminded of George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, where Winston was terrorized by rats. When I see a mouse, I scream at the top of my lungs and jump onto the nearest chair.
I don’t like fish of any kind. They really stink up the place when they die. I don’t like any sort of snake or lizard. Nor do I like goats, although I do love goat cheese, and goats are great for using in place of a lawnmower. But since I don’t have a lawn, I really don’t see a need for one.
Bunnies are cute, but messy. Chickens are really only for fresh eggs and soup, as they can’t be house trained and they poop wherever they go.
I do like horses. Maybe I’ll get one. A gilded, carousel one that I can plant in the living room and let the kids ride.
Oh, I know I’m a horrible mother and must allow my children a pet. They have been begging for years and years. There’s only so much longer I can put it off. Any ideas?
Apparently I work too many hours, have horrible eating habits (too much chocolate, coffee and pastries), and sleep too little. For the second time, in as many weeks, I am sick again. I’ve had the flu shot and the H1N1 shot, to no avail. I have no idea what exactly is the matter, as I dread going in to see the doctor just to be told to go home and rest. But my right ear hurts so, I feel like cutting it off, and I who have never smoked, have a smoker’s raspy voice.
It’s been sunny, yet very cold. At night the wind scratches at the windows and sends the kids to our bed, where they snuggle in wide eyed, clutching at the covers and twining their legs with ours. And although I am sick and should know better, I love the warmth of their little bodies and let them stay, only to awaken hours later my limbs all numb, hubby gone down the hallway to sleep in the empty room.
My hours awake are spent in bed, looking through my journal for favorite recipes,
pasting cutouts of images from my favorite magazines,
opening my mail (yay, Christmas presents have arrived!),
Finally, I will be enjoying a bowl of this delicious stew prepared by my darling hubby, with a chunk of crunchy French bread, at the kitchen table surrounded by the dear faces of my family. I adore the primitive taste of bone marrow. There’s something so satisfying in it’s goodness.
And then off to bed for sleep and another day of the same, until I feel better. Stay safe and healthy!
One of the best things about homeschooling is that we can have as many sick days as we want, and nobody is owed an explanation. Hubby had been plagued with a bad cough and runny nose since Monday, and the rest of us had tried to keep our distance so we wouldn’t catch his bug. The big thing this year is that H1N1 thing. I am sure you’ve all heard. Not sure if it’s a real threat yet, or just propaganda. I have a tendency to be skeptical. I am also a big believer in conspiracy theories, but that’s another post for another day. Either way, I do not want it around me.
This morning though, I woke myself up sneezing. Usually this happens if I fall asleep with my hair wet, but this time I couldn’t blame that. I had patiently dried it thoroughly, and turned up the heat before I dived under goose down covers for the night. Okay, so I know the majority of the old wives’ tales out there are just that, yet I personally can’t help but believe a few.
Soon after, my daughter woke up in a cranky mood. Although I usually attribute that to her being a female, and just a tiny bit dramatic, this time her little nose was runny and her baby cheeks were flushed. Poor baby had a horribly restless night.
After very little consideration, I decided that today we’ll pamper our little bodies by eating our favorite foods while in bed, and our minds by reading for pleasure all day long. Outside, the chilly wind has died, and while it hasn’t rained, there’s an autumn mist in the air.
There’s a stack of books by my bedside that I can’t wait to devour. Let the dishes and the laundry pile up. Tomorrow is another day. Now let’s see… which of these should I start reading first?