Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Hey, It's Okay Tuesday!

Again, I'll begin by saying that the whole idea behind this business came from this sassy lady via this sassy lady. Enjoy.

Hey, It's Okay . . .

. . . to recognize that due to the fact that this week is going to be insane (packing, trying to get a major publication done for work before Friday morning with only having three days to do it, taking care of two kids, laundry, etc.), other stresses are naturally going to pile on this week. That's just how it works.

. . . to be both excited and a bit scared (withdrawal, maybe?) to be without the internet and, gasp, Facebook for an entire week. (And yes, that means that all of you folks will be without me for a week. Yes. Weep. Weep, children!)

. . . to also recognize that there may not be a "Hey, It's Okay Tuesday" from this moi next week. It's just not likely. Also, I'm pretty sure everything will truly be okay next week because we will finally be on vacation "for real" for the first time since two Mays ago (like, we are actually leaving home and relaxing).

. . . to have totally slept through the fireworks on July 4th (and I'm talking even the giant, crater-making fireworks my awesome neighbors across the street shoot off every year, too). We were totally in bed and asleep before dark. High five!

. . . to be so thrilled about a decision to purchase a new mattress four years ago (for cheap) and not use it until yesterday. It's like, "Yay! Surprise new mattress!" (It used to be on a guest bed.)

. . . to want to cry a little bit because the awesome Little Tikes beach ball sprinkler in the back yard started taking on water in the big air cavity compartment where water is most definitely not supposed to go. Sad face. That thing lasted about a month and a half before malfunctioning.

. . . to find yourself saying things like, "This is why we don't jump on Rubbermaid containers!"

. . . to love it when Nora quotes the, "Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills" scene from Finding Nemo. "When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do? Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. Swimming, swimming. What do we do? We swim!"

. . . to wonder why people bother having Facebook accounts if they don't let people post comments on their wall. (I'm not bein' mean. Honest. Just curious.) I suppose you can always do private messages, I guess. I just kind-of think most of the fun is wall posting. That is all.

Dilly out!


  1. You may have explained this, but where are you going on vacation?

  2. @Sara - We're going to Bear Lake, Michigan.