Domesticity, Little O' This

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While in Regina I stumbled upon a classy little stationary store on 13th Avenue and bought a stack of postcards that poke fun at domesticity.  They just rub me the right way.

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Today was rainy and gray and my mood matched the skies.  I just felt kind of blah and have nothing really inspiring to write about today.  Here are my thoughts as they naturally spill…

The baby has been starting to move around a lot which is such a strange, yet reassuring, sensation.  I am happy to be home and back in the swing of our daily routine again.  There are three towering hampers full of laundry in our catch-all of a bedroom that are begging to be folded but I can’t seem to muster the motivation to fish through the rubble.  We had beef stew tonight and, if I do say so myself, it was quite good.  And I don’t usually like beef stew.  Yes, I have been eating small quantities of meat in the past month, thanks to the searing  images from Earthlings beginning to fade.  I am trying to only eat meat one or two times a week and to limit it to local meat.  No more mystery meat from the grocery store.  Except when I was in Regina I had some pepperoni pizza and it was heavenly.  I am officially six months pregnant and feel like a tugboat.  I can’t believe I still have over three months to go, and during the hottest part of the summer at that.  My great-grandmother passed away peacefully two nights ago.  She was 99.  There won’t be a funeral.  I am glad I go to see her last fall when she was still well and that she got to meet her only great-great granddaughter and take a photo of the five generations with her.

Steve just got home and I am going to go spend some time with him.  Tomorrow he’s taking me out for a special date that he planned in honour of Mother’s Day.  Our Sunday was a write-off since he had to graft a couple thousand new apple trees all weekend but I am excited to go out with him tomorrow and see what he’s got up his sleeve.  We were joking that his idea of a great night would be eating Kraft Dinner in the van at the bottom of the orchard with Avelyn screaming in her carseat since he forgot to get a babysitter.  I am one lucky woman.

14 Comments

  • Ha! The second one looks like you!

    Have fun on your date!

  • Five generations! Wow.

  • Sorry to hear about your grandmother. Get lots of rest… and, stay indoors this summer. It’s too hot to be in the last trimester and attempting to be out in the heat.

  • I have one of those postcards. It says “Make your own damn dinner.” It’s hanging on my fridge. It makes me happy.

  • Sorry to hear about your great grandma. 99yrs is a long life. You will treasure your five generation picture. Enjoy your date! And you don’t look like a tugboat!!!

  • Five generations…. not many people get to be a part of that.
    I hope that your date is wonderful!

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  • Cute postcards!!! I’m sorry to hear about your Great Grandma, but wow…99? That’s impressive! Hope tomorrow is a sunny day for you and that you have a great date! (If that’s what you want to call it with Avelyn in the back!!!)

  • Sorry to hear about your Great Grandmother, but it is great that she had a chance to meet Avelyn last fall.

    Don’t laugh to hard about your mother’s day celebration being in the car with your child strapped, screaming in her seat. Sound a lot like how our mother’s day lunch went down, trying to enjoy a grilled cheese and fries from a dine-in-your-car burger joint while Charlie threw french fries at my head from the back seat. I am sure it was just his way of saying “Happy Mother’s Day”.

    Enjoy your date night!

  • Housework Rules!

    We should get shirts made up.

    Heh.

    Have fun on your date tonight! Woo!

  • I feel for you on the last three months of pregnancy through the hottest part of summer. I’ll be going through that, except we live in the Arizona, near Phoenix. I might buy a pool and never get out.

  • I LOVE those graphics! I had a set of coasters a while back. My favorite one: “Make your own damn dinner.”

    Sorry to hear about your grandmother :( It sounds like she lived a long, happy life and went to Heaven peacefully on her terms :)

  • I totally thought that second picture looked like you too!

    Sorry to hear about your great-grandmother. You’re so lucky to have had Ava meet her great great grandmother. I don’t think I know one other person who can say that!

  • Sorry to hear about your Grandmother.

    By the way I saw those domestic shots on napkins in a store on Granville Island the other day and killed myself laughing.

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