- Flea and I went to the Police concert last weekend; reflections, ruminations, and a pictorial comparison of the mini-flower pots her son and my son gave us for Mother's Day. The contents of the pots are, quite frankly, the best part.
- Pictures from spring break and whatnot. I pull out my phone and take pictures of things that amuse me, but then the pictures seldom make it to the blog I intended them for.
- My fear and loathing of the busyness of this time of year. Weddings, graduations, birthdays, family gatherings, and all the truly wonderful crap that fills our calendars and deprives us of our lazy time. I love weekends with no plans. I stay in my pajamas all day. I go to bed in the same pajamas I've had on all day. Eventually, I motivate myself to shower and maybe put on some real pants...but don't go anywhere. It's not that I'm a total homebody—honest, I'm not—but I love a good lazy weekend.
- Therapy. Did I tell you I started seeing a therapist in March? Wow, is it indulgent! I go and talk about whatever, and she listens attentively. And I'm not supposed to say, "Enough about me. How have things been going for you?" Therapy rocks. Plus she dispenses the occasional helpful suggestion that smooths out some rough spots at home. For instance: Ben + homework = trauma and frustration all around much of the time. Now we're on a new plan of "finish your homework by 4:30 and you get to play video games from 4:30 to 5." This is working like gangbusters. Ben's usually done with his work on time, and he's not lollygagging his way through it or fighting about it. He gets down to business because there's a reward. Say what you will about incentives and children's behavior—it works, and it's far more enjoyable than the daily knock-down, drag-out disputes Ben and I had been having...for a year and a half.
While I continue my busy, busy schedule of procrastinating, tell me: What have you been meaning to do, but you just haven't found the time?