There is too much guilt in the world. Still, I have a propensity to make myself more of it. Lately, I've been feeling guilty about holidays. Days that are supposed to be celebrations filled with joy and fun fill me with dread and anxiety. I bet I'm not alone. Holidays often catch me off guard. I'm busy living my simple and ho-ho hum life when — bang! It's a national holiday, the kids are off school and I was supposed to bake a cake.
The other day I found myself in a quandary. I was in need of cupcakes, but the pantry was without a box of cake mix. I didn't want to go to the store so was left with but one option — to bake from scratch. I'm not a baker. Mostly because I lack a penchant for measuring and exact oven temperatures. But when your kid needs cupcakes, you deliver cupcakes — in this case, from scratch. I didn't think much of it. Until a few days later when I related the experience to a few friends. They all had the same reaction — disbelief and shock.
We've known each other for more than 30 years, and I'm still learning new things about him. This weekend it was all about scented candles. Most of us enjoy the aroma of a nice scented candle. I do. I guess I didn't realize he did. I never really thought about it. As chief procurement officer of my domicile, I typically choose the scent to which we subject our sniffers.
Do-it-yourselfers will attest to two universal truths — projects beget projects and the outcomes are often funny if you are willing to laugh at yourself or others. Both phenomena happen to me all the time. Recently at our house it involved stickers.
It's no secret: Technology is changing the way we do things. I don't trust myself to get dressed in the morning before checking my weather apps — I have three. And I'm not sure how I survived prior to having the find my family app at my fingertips.
There isn't much that makes my husband nervous. Heck, he raised four teenagers, which included teaching three of them, so far, to drive. Anyone who can do that can do anything, or practically anything. I'm confident in him. He isn't — not always, not last weekend, not when it comes to new chores involving a new boat. Summer's waning and in my part of town that means one thing — time to take the boat out of the water.
A phone used to be a phone and nothing more — except for maybe a paperweight. Now our "phones" are multi-taskers of the unlimited kind. Well, unless you go over your allotted data plan, but you know what I mean. That's why I'm petitioning to change the name of cell phones. They shouldn't be called phones at all. I barely use mine as a phone. Talking on the phone is so blasé, so last century.
It looked so easy on Pinterest — as most Pinterest projects do. The title was ingenious: "Thirty-seven quick and easy ways to dress up your bathroom mirror." The only hard part was picking just one. I was hooked — line and sinker. Suddenly, my bathroom mirror was lacking. It looked naked, definitely in need of a frame. I picked a fairly simple concept consisting of four wooden planks to flank the edges of the glass. When it comes to home projects, I excel at planning. My husband helps with execution. It was time to reel him in.
It seemed like such a good idea, as most bad ideas do initially. My motives were sound and intentions genuine. I'd help the environment while whipping myself into shape. I'd save on wear and tear to my car. And, I'd set a good example for my kids by walking the walk and talking the talk, or pedaling the pedal, as the case may be. I was surprised I hadn't thought of the grand plan before.
Have you ever noticed that returning from vacation creates a need for vacation? First off, let me say that vacations are the best, or at least better than a regular day not on vacation. Whether it's a long weekend or extended 14-day excursion, I love a day on vacay. The only thing better is two days. (and so on, to infinity and beyond).