Pumpin’ a dry well


It’s 11:11.

Quick – make a wish!

What did you wish for?  Don’t worry about it not coming true.  This is the internet, where dreams come true in droves, right?  I wished for abundant energy.  And a clone.  And the skin of my youth.  And a steak (I get hungry after 10:00).  And for the clock to tick a little slower so I could have a bit more time to make more wishes.

Lee is out of town this week.  I think I mentioned that already.  So far the kids and I have survived three days.  Just five to go.  It’s not bad, really.  When I know Lee is going to be gone, it’s not much to dig my heels in and take the bull by the horn.  I switch into survival mode.  It’s all about going from one minute to the next.  Breakfast?  Done.  Teeth brushed?  Done (most days).  House picked up.  Meh.  Homework?  Check!  Baths?  Got it!  Bedtime?  Hallelujah!

This week is a bit different, though.  Painters are here doing that which I can’t…painting.  The house is being beautified and I must say it is looking spectacular.  Could I have done the painting myself?  Probably.  But not likely.  I hate painting.  It falls in line between walking on glass, rolling in fire and visiting the lady doctor.  Let’s put it this way…I’d rather do laundry and mop simultaneously than paint a wall.

So painters are here, which means the kiddos and I have to be out every morning and we stay out until the evening.  That’s a lot of time away from home.  And we’re all camping out in my room because the rest of the house smells like paint.  We’re all a little tired.

I’ve also had more than one person give me more than enough to think about as far as how I manage my time and what I do in my spare time.  It’s been great food for thought and has had me mulling over a few things lately.

So tonight I will sleep for a short while.  And tomorrow out we’ll go, wasting time, living life, surviving until daddy gets home.

Speaking of daddy, I didn’t even get to talk with him today.  *sad face*

It’s 11:22 and I still don’t have a clone, the clock is still ticking, no one has brought me a juicy steak and I can feel wrinkles developing.  I guess I shouldn’t have told you my wishes after all, eh?

Does anyone have good news to share with me today?  I could use a little cheering up to get me through the halfway point…


  1. First of all, I love new freshly painted walls – that makes me happy. Second, I have been envisioning some fresh paint in my house for a spring project (I know my hubby will be thrilled). We didn’t do a ton of color when we had our house painted before we moved in and now it is time to color it up a bit.
    Here’s your funny story – Sunday morning, Hubby went in to get Mia (I was headed home from an overnight girls night, refreshed and rejuvenated despite a teensy headache from a few cocktails the night before) and she had taken off her jammies and her diaper and rubbed her poop all over herself and her crib. By the time I got home the room (and Mia) were cleaned up and sanitized. Poor hubby, it’s never fun to have to clean up poop, but we were both able to laugh about it.
    Not funny story – it took me 2 hours and 10 minutes to get to work this morning. I drank two cups of coffee in route (not a good idea – wired with a full bladder) and had to stop to pee once.
    Enjoy your day!

  2. Aaaahahahahaaaa! Melissa that story totally made my day. I am laughing out loud. Thanks for sharing. And oh my, so sorry about your morning commute. 🙂

  3. OH! How I love the smell of fresh paint. It is one of my favorite smells. I think it is because I equate the smell of fresh paint to cleanliness. I dunno. It would be so great if yankee could come out with a candle that smelled like that…mmmmmmm….

    Hey, I have wheels now! All the time! If you are bored, call me. We can meet up and go somewhere. 😀

    Love you and hope you are feeling better today. It’s hard when the hubbs is gone, no matter how long it is. You definitely go into survival mode.

    Hugs to you,

  4. Kathy Hart says

    Was wondering if the paint is oil based or water based? That does make a difference in the smell! I equate the smell of fresh paint with cleanliness and spring time. Personally I perfer to paint my own house, but I’m sure it’s the perfectionist part in me. But I know this is not everyones cup of tea. And it’s never easy when the hubby is away–no matter how young or old your kids are. They always seem to know exactly which mommy buttons to push!!! Hang in there Kelli–Try doing a play date with a friend so your not stuck in the house or walking the malls. Some activity with another adult

  5. Good news- The good news is you can photo-shop wrinkles and the (ironic and diametrically opposed) blemishes that should have been gone long before we started developing laugh lines. There’s me with your silver lining of the day.

  6. Oh Staci – you have given me hope for the future. 🙂