A Housewife's Current Stifled Creativity

The last few days of my life have seemed like one big check-off on the grand to-do list of life. Really stifles all my creativity. As I get older I find it more and more difficult to keep the very random, imaginative, creative and unconventional person in my head coiffed by my very type A, chief-operating-officer, stressed-out, scheduled, task driven, choleric/melancholy personality combination. Leads me to wonder, really, who in the world am I? I should know by now, I'm 30-years-old for pete's sake. Oiy.

I am the lady you see bouncing down the street going 10 miles over the speed limit with the crazed "I'm late, move out of the way!!" look on my face. It took me quite awhile to realize it wasn't that I was cursed with a Durango that happened to have bad shocks and struts, but rather I just don't slow down for the bumps and therefore am a suspension's worst nightmare.



Sometimes I'm late for the simple reason that my hairspray routine just took too darned long. People with perfectionistic, melancholy personalities should not have curly hair, it's just too unpredictable. Somewhere I read that you will always know a melancholy by the presence of super duper hold hairspray in their bathroom cabinet. That might have been courtesy of my friend Shona, not sure. But you don't want to leave your hair to chance, yikes! Scary.

Today, with a home school activity and ATA karate added into the mix, the entirety of the day felt like I was literally throwing baby Nehemiah in the stroller to head out the door again. There are some days when it seems like once he's strapped in his little seat, Nehemiah will look up at me with eyes as big as dinner plates wondering, "What in the world are we doing now?" And Nehemiah started out the day in the garden plotting out a 3X3 foot square for Kaydn Rye to collect bugs for today's insect experiment, so he had a very busy day.

The day before we had a pool party (very fun time with my peeps!) in a neighboring town, so after the party I made my rounds and stopped at my grandparents' house and then my parents' farm. Ended up helping my mom stain her deck and then realized that after an entire day on the road, I didn't have any diapers left, so Nehemiah rode home in a towel. What can you do, I had to give myself some grace on that one or I would have felt completely ridiculous about wrapping up my kid in a towel and strapping him into his carseat. Oh, and then I got a speeding ticket on the way home, very funny. I guess because the road between here and Blaisdell is so bumpy and bad, they reduced the speed limit to 35 on that road. I was going about 55 and wondering, "What in the world is up with this road?"

Well tonight is one of those nights in which Nehemiah has gone to bed with just a diaper, his onesie and a blanket. My unconventional, random self apparently decided to put him to bed tonight. At least Kaydn Rye was put to bed properly.