a good day

This good day started off with the realization that Wesley despises button-up shirts because of all the work it takes to put it on and take it off. So when I got his school clothes out this morning, I did up all except the top 2 buttons so he could put it on like a t-shirt. And…. he wore it pretty happily. Technically he doesn’t have to follow a school dress code until 3rd grade, but I figure I might as well get him used to it now. And it’s foolishness to own nice button-up shirts that he never wears.

One of my little pet peeves is parents who complain that: “My kid won’t eat this…. or wear this…. I have to buy this for so-and-so because it’s the only kind he likes….” My personal opinion is that if you’re the parent, you have a major say in what your child eats/doesn’t eat, wears/doesn’t wear and all that jazz. Who is teaching who anyway? (Oh dear, now I’m displaying strong personal opinions – exactly what I don’t like to do on this blog.)

Back to my good day, which had little to do with parental domination…. and much to do with maternal freedom. I chatted with my brother online awhile, had a good phone call from my mom, and met my friend Lauren for “lunch” – actually a three and a half hour conversation at Applebee’s. If you don’t have young children of your own, you probably take for granted the gift of an uninterrupted conversation with a friend.

I love driving to Hazard alone every once in a while. It guarantees me 2 half-hours of absolute solitude. I can listen to anything I want, as loud as I want. I can roll the windows down without causing anyone to yell to be heard… and I can think. I do my best thinking alone in my van. Of course I usually end up wanting to write…. and the brilliant thoughts are all forgotten by the time I get home.

Now that I think of it…. our holiday letter was composed in the front seat of our van. We were driving from Hickory to Asheville Christmas night when inspiration hit, and the newsy letter that my head just didn’t want to pull out… .finally came. It was practically illegible when I sat at my parents’ computer later, but I think I got the gist of it packaged up and mailed out to family and friends.

I’ve been meaning to post that letter on here for the people that I didn’t mail a paper copy to.

Next post… and I’m sure you’ll be anxiously awaiting that moment. I wish I could write a sarcastic smile into my words on this screen… because I only take about half of the words on this blog seriously. (You tell me…. which half of that sentence was insincere??)

You want another strong opinion before I go down to weed the irises? Never, never, never leave a trash can without a bag in it. Have a good one!


About ruthie.voth

Wife of one, mother of four, friend of many. Lover of details, color, good conversations, finding balance, and being honest. Passionate lover of a well-crafted sentence - even more so if it's witty. Weird blend of cynical optimist. I'm the worst kind of woman. I'm high maintenance, but I think I'm low maintenance. Somehow, people still love me. Must be grace.
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