Sunday, December 30, 2007

Back Home 2007

After spending one week in the company of two very sweet and loving children and playing with them, listening to their stories, reading to them, watching them, walking with them, feeding them, kissing them, brushing their hair, hugging them, looking for their missing things, and basically giving them a large portion of my attention, I can safely conclude that I do not regret my decision not to have children of my own. The quiet of our apartment is very welcome, and knowing that I can sit here in front of the computer and not worry whether or not someone is getting into trouble because I'm not watching is so very nice.

I also spent a week eating bready-cheesy-fatty-gravy-pastay-beery-winey-type foods that I don't normally eat. Of course, they tasted really good at the time, but it's a comfort to come home and eat more healthy meals again. I'm going to try and "detox" this week, concentrating on fruits, veggies, and lean meats like I'm supposed to.

It's also time to start counting down! Countdown to our trip and countdown to the end of school!!!! I can't wait for June. I'm so ready not to teach for a year.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Things I Don't Understand

1. People passing me on the right hand lane when the left hand lane (i.e.: the fast lane) is empty.
2. Ordering a nonfat coffee drink with whipped cream.
3. Why God makes such a wonderful little companion in the rat, yet they only live for a couple of years. Why? Why do dogs get to live so long? And parrots? Rats are way better than they are.

Monkey Rat crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday afternoon at 4:40pm. I miss her and her sisters and the Boy. Now the apartment feels so empty and lonely without them. No little balls of fur to talk to and cuddle with and laugh at.

I don't like being in the office without them.

I love my husband, but he doesn't fit in my lap and *talk* in a qwute widdle voice or have pretty pink ears or pretty pink paws or a pretty pink tail for balance. He doesn't make a happy rat face or fit in my sleeve. He doesn't look as cute when he eats treats.