So much going on. My thoughts, it feels... my life in a way, is on that carnival tilt a whirl ride. Suddenly I find myself out of the house Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday evenings and Sunday morning. Two weeks of that and although my routine is changing, many parts of me just haven't had a chance to catch up with it.

Mom and Nana came over for a visit yesterday. Again, I love my family but the cloud of negativity that they bring with nearly every visit almost caused me to loose control with them. With Mom, it's not so bad. She seems to be able to go the the flow. Nana.... wow. Well, that woman just won't give an inch. I don't understand, perhaps what has happened to her outlook over the years. She's always been sort of a depressive woman, but these past 10 years or so have definitely NOT been kind with her. There's no possibilities any more, no happiness, no real joy.
The twinadoes have their own routine. During the day they have found a rhythm that works well for them. Sometimes even I'm an "interference". "Come on girls, lets.... (do what ever activity)!" They are so into the activity they are all ready doing that it just doesn't happen. Nana on the other hand, announces right in front of them that she may as well have stayed home. No sense of coming over here to visit if they aren't going to do what she wants them to. What she "gives" to me, I can deal with, but when she starts to focus on what she perceives as flaws in the girls, I loose it. It's a wonder I still have the tip of my tongue after a visit with her in those moods.
Sometimes I think she actually is looking for that verbal fight. She lives for conflict and chaos. Monkey was willing to have Nana read a book to her, but because Nana was going off on her woe is me act, Monkey just walked away. At last, I turned and said right out that I didn't see why she wanted her granddaughters to hear such things before just walking away.
She stopped on the girls and turned her attention to me. Oh yay.... Have I lost a little weight? Why yes, I've lost 10 pounds since Christmas, thanks for noticing. That's good, because I have such a long way to go, she reminds me. I have Nana's mother's shape. It skipped Nana, gave a little to my Mom, and brought that beautiful pear shape right back to me. Actually, I would personally rather look at a beautiful curvy woman full of softness and waves rather than stick figure models that we're supposed to follow today. But, I admit, there is room for improvement here and I make two points to her: 1) when a body goes through a twin pregnancy and at birth one daughter weighs 8 lb, 8oz and our other daughter weighs 6 lb, 6 oz, one should NOT expect their body to have any bounce back left. It has stretched to full capacity and beyond. Probably only medical intervention in surgery would ever get some of that original shape back, and 2) I have not really focused on myself for the past 10 years. All three girls were/are still my main focus, but as they begin to gain more independence, especially with school in the near future for Monkey and Parrot, now I can bring a little of that back to me. In seeing my time slowly freed up, I feel I can begin to say, okay... now, what about me??? Yes, I can do more and am actually trying to do so, which is part of my change these past two weeks. So, the whole body issue that she tried to create didn't work quite the way she wanted. Life and it's situations are positive, darn it and that's the way I want to keep it.
So, she turns to cleaning. I am supposed to clean my house the way she cleans hers. She's gone to the point of verbally giving me a routine to follow (that lovely conversation happened a few months ago). She wanted to write it down, but I basically said no way. Thank you, but no. That was something that I needed to do on my own. Again, there's room for improvement, but I don't live my life to clean. True, at this point I don't think the house has been dusted in about two weeks, but well.... what's the saying? A clean house indicates a dull life.. or some such thing. It does seem that when they come over is when the house is the messiest. Why is that?
So today, I give a good shake and just let the tone of her voice and the words that cause anxiety and hurt fly away. I try and tell myself that although the execution of her method doesn't work with me, she's only trying to help. Maybe she's trying to find purpose, any purpose??? But instead of thinking that life is over, if she would just let go of some of her own negativity and appreciate that she has another day to enjoy, more time to make into special moments, more everything... wouldn't that be nicer. Wouldn't that wonderful role model help the rest of us who are only growing older, too? I am so very lucky that I have seen what a positive and a negative attitude can do so I can make better choices on how to live my life.

Suddenly, Honey is taking an enormous interest in our finances and way of living. In a way, I'd like to hit him up side the head and say "Well, it's about time!!!!" In others ways, I want to screech at him to pause for a moment and let me catch up. I see us in the near future banging foreheads together..... He's never really cared about anything financial before so to have him start drilling questions at me is overwhelming to say the least. Part of it is his enthusiasm. "We have to start thinking about everything differently," he says. And he has been listening to financial talk shows on the radio and is suddenly getting how to make the most of your money books and is... tee hee... slightly insane about the whole thing at the moment (in a good way).
With everything that is going on within the last few weeks, I really think that perhaps it's time to ask Mom C and Papa to watch the girls for an evening. Either that or maybe they could take the girls out for an evening... that would be nicer, actually. Him and I at home alone for an evening.... mmmmm... goosebumps...
Anyway, it is true that we haven't really taken inventory of our life for a few years. Last time we did it, it wasn't that pretty. This time I think we'd find some interesting results.

It's taken me all morning to write this as we've had to run some errands, come home only to have to leave on another errand, and finally, I think we're home for the afternoon.
Quilting class is getting more and more interesting. This was only our third one and all ready talk of men, menopause, PMS, the school system, politics and children were discussed last night.

A woman only three years younger than I also told how just that morning, her uncle was in a very serious car accident, but fortunately 18 stitches in his head later, he was doing okay. The woman driving the other vehicle passed on before the ambulance could arrive.
Love life,
Cherish life,
LIVE life.
My dusty shelves are going to wait another day....

Cheers! ~MacKenzie