Funnily enough, I cannot remember the last time I heard the aforementioned song. It just sort of snuck into my head as I sit here watching the continued rolling coverage of the world on a roil. I feel like I should be more excited, but considering that the news is on non-stop trying to make news of itself, it just sort of all blurs together. Instead, I focus on wondering when I’m going to hear more on my next medical appointment, on ticking down my tidy little to-do list, and so forth.
Mondays, you see, are my day ‘off’ – I stay home and do my best to make my house into a home. I bake, I clean, I sort, I tidy – I feel like it does a lot to make the week of start off pleasant for all of us. It’s a bit of a losing battle with a toddler, mind you, but it’s still worth trying. Things are moved higher, distractions are planted, but you know how kiddos are – they’re tiny balls of adorable destruction. Still, it pleases me to cheerfully combat this as I may; I’m rushing about doing chores in between typing bits and bobs into this window. Bread has resumed its place on the radiator for its second rising, CDs have been picked up from where the child had scattered them shamelessly in front of the telly (and, of course, moved to a high shelf!), and I even remembered to reclaim my rings before one of the cats ate them.
Simple joys – how they suit me! <3
Though this reminds me of a conversation I was having with my dear friend Kartos yesterday. She is of a mindset that wants adventure, excitement; it is very hard for her to understand why anyone would want a sedentary and domestic life. Likewise, it’s hard for me to understand why people are so rush rush adventure-seeking – the very thought of such wearies me. *chuckles* Though having said that, adventures give a lot more to talk about; I feel rather rutty right now. I’m not particularly bothered, as I’ve not been stuck for so long as to be depressed about it. Though that’s the thing that’s always kind of troubled me – sure, I could go find new things to do, but what’s to prevent them from becoming part of the rut? And, more for the worse, adding more stress by forcing there to be more to do in general.
Anyhoos, the hubstar and the little one are on the way home, so I should finish poking things up to higher ground. Blah blah blah, have a lovely week, blah blah.