Reality Bites

If you’re like me, the reality of Monday morning stings a little.  After a weekend mixture of relaxation, quality family time, and catching up on house projects, I often go to bed on Sunday evening feeling energized and ready to take on the world the week ahead.  I fall asleep dreaming of how this will be the week I exercise more, make sure my kids eat lots of veggies, clean out the fridge, walk the dog at least twice a day, make important phone calls, organize my work files, make time for creative writing, weed the garden, finally get around to doing projects ABCDEFG…well, you get the picture.

STAYING ORGANIZED: EASIER SAID THAN DONE

Unfortunately, somewhere between the hours of 10 pm and 6 am, all this energy, excitement, and determination leaves my body.  I wake up Monday morning only somewhat bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and soon become overwhelmed by all of the realities that face me: leftover laundry to put away, a child with an ear ache, dog puke on the floor, a car that won’t start, uncooperative weather, etc. — CAN I GO BACK TO BED NOW???  

The older I get, the easier I am with making room for the realities of life.  I won’t lie, I’m a dreamer and a planner who still finds it frustrating when things and events don’t go exactly as planned.  For example, here is a list of recent dreams and plans that were subjected to the bittersweet kisses of reality.

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The Lone ‘Sand’er

Howdy Folks!  Lone ‘Sand’er here…back from an extremely excitin’ and perilous adventure.  Thank the heavens above for my trusty companion — Dusty.   I honestly didn’t think I’d make it back to share my story.  Before I begin, you may want to set the right mood (listen here).

The Lone ‘Sand’er: Fastest Sander in the West

Ol’ Dusty taking a well-deserved rest after a long journey. 

My story begins in a small, peaceful little town near the mighty Grand River.  Ol’ Dusty and I were awful played out, and I needed a place to hang up my hat for the night.  But fate had other plans.  Wally the Hole — the biggest, baddest, most dastardly desperado you ever did see — breezed into that sleepy little town fixin’ to cause a whole heap of trouble.

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Painting: What I Love to Hate

Today is a day for CELEBRATION (get your groove on here)!!!

Every celebration needs cake, right? 

Wait — I’m actually more of a pie girl.

Mmmm…that’s better.  Virtual slice, anyone?

Okay, now I’m really hungry.  What’s this post about again????  Oh, right, CELEBRATING!  What am I celebrating, you ask???  Well, let me tell you.

Not only is this my 10th OFFICIAL POSTING, I also managed to finish painting both of my kid’s bedrooms during the last few weeks.  Woot woot…(I’m raising the roof, as we speak).  Yes, it’s true, I am super proud of myself.  Honestly, this is the most active I have been in a very long time (you can read all about how I challenged myself to paint two rooms in one month in ‘P’ainted Love).

In honour of today’s celebrations, and due to the fact that this is my 10th post, I thought it would be fun to come up with 10 things I LOVE about painting and 10 things I HATE about painting (can you tell that I have painting on the brain?).

But before that, here are the pictures I promised of Liam’s fancy green (Benjamin Moore’s Rosemary Sprig, to be exact) bedroom.

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