What the heck - I'm going to indulge in more fantasies of color for my new home even though I still don't know what we're going to do. We're just contemplating it, wondering if renovating a basement is something we want to undertake. One of my projects for the new year has been to learn to really live in the present rather than in my head. It's pretty tough! This print is called "The Colorful Decay of Plants by Carla Broekhuizen and is available at Society 6.
I've been following the Wild Elephant Project where each week for 52 weeks you incorporate a "mindfulness task" into your daily routine. It's based on the book "How to Train an Elephant and Other Adventures in Mindfulness" by Jan Chozen. Photo from Addison's Wonderland.
This week is "leave no trace." You choose a room and attempt to leave no trace of yourself after leaving. The idea is to train your brain to be less unconscious when doing the mundane. I wimped out and chose the bathroom. Easy. That said, I'm finding that it's rubbing off into other areas. I see Junior's shoes and put them in the shoe bin in the entry, rather than step over them. I just quietly pick up extra things here and there (and flush the toilet, haha.) Photo from Jacklyn Paige Tumblr.
I'm feeling inspired by saturated color today. I have Junior home with me. He failed the Casapinka Chocolate Test (not unlike the Hamburger Sign in appendicitis) but managed to convince Daddy that he was sick. You see, Daddy is a sucker. For my birthday which is coming up, Husband took the kids to school today letting me laze in bed with breakfast. Before leaving, Junior said his tummy hurt and Husband brought him to me. "Oh, poor chappy. Would some chocolate make it better?" Photo from green home store Viva Terra.
Chomping happily on a piece of my secret chocolate stash he headed off to school. By the time they arrived, Husband, traveling in a chocolate-free car, was faced with Junior who swore up and down that he was about to throw up. So, he was delivered back home to me (I told you Husband was a sucker - he should have been in his classroom faster than you can say Lady Godiva.) The Chocolate Test, to every parent out there, is great: Failed = Nailed. Since arriving back home, he's managed to help me block a new shawl, eat two breakfasts, watch a Power Rangers Movie, cover the cat with pieces of knitwear, and is now opening his Mystery Machine lunchbox to eat his school lunch. Sick, indeed. Photo from Holier than Thou's Tumblr.
Luckily, he doesn't do this often and it's actually lovely to have a snuggly little boy who still thinks his mommy is the duck's quack. This is one fallout from the fires - Junior has become a bit of a mama's boy. Sorry y'all but, ironically, I have to go play School. Ttonight it's Bed Pizza Slumber Party while Husband is on call - I'll just bet the poor sick boy manages to scarf half a pizza in his frail state before beating us all at Uno. We really need to send Husband for a Sucker School Refresher Course. Bitchin' pink Nikes from Air Max On Line.
Text from Husband after he read this: "I feel so suckered. But at least it put a smile on my face."