A Much Better Day and Ramblings

Late yesterday afternoon, I sort of had a meltdown about this whole Easter thing. I basically need to get a grip on reality, and I realize that.

This is 2008, not back in the 60s and 70s when things were just different. I'd been thinking a lot about my Grandma too, and even though she's been gone for over 10 years, I miss her like crazy.

One of the smartest things I ever did was tape record a conversation with her in the late 1980s, after Joey was born, but before Alex came along. She was kind of quiet at first, but eventually was a little more talkative. I guess none of us really enjoy talking into a tape recorder. I haven't listened to that tape since right after she died, and I have a feeling that if I were to listen to it right now, it would sort of put me over the edge. However, I do plan on listening to it sometime this summer.

So today I'm trying to do a few things around the house since I'm on spring break. I cleaned all the kitchen counters, and we have quite a few. Several of them are sort of small, but a couple are good size, and then there's a bar area that is pretty L O N G. I've also been doing laundry, trying to get caught up on that, and I swept and mopped the laundry room floor.

As usual I have big plans for the week, but I don't know how much I'll get accomplished. It always seems to go that way.

I'm a list-maker. I derive great pleasure in crossing things off my list. It makes me feel as though I've really accomplished something. I used to get all organized and keep a little notebook, with the date at the top of the page and the list of things to do that day. I would skip lines and leave an extra space on the left side. Maybe I need to get a life.

I'm so freaking proud of Joey. He will be turning 21 in a little over a week, and he has made some very adult decisions lately. That thrills me beyond belief. What a great kid, I mean MAN, we've raised!

When I hear Alex in the kitchen, I tend to cringe, especially after it's been cleaned. He's not exactly the neatest person in the world, and has a strong tendency to not see the mess he's made, so therefore, can't clean it up. He just made a late lunch for himself, and I'm working up the nerve to walk through the kitchen on my way to the laundry room to fold a load of whites.

Wish me luck!