quirks

Have you ever seen this book? It is truly one of my favorite random books ever. It really is an encyclopedia of all kinds of different things, one of which is about sending a package to someone without a note enclosed. She finds it irritating when someone sends her something and doesn't at least enclose a scrap of paper with it to acknowledge the recipient. I have been thinking about this a lot lately as I have been on this eBay binge and everything that I have gotten just comes in an envelope with not so much as a post it saying "Thank you". Why does this bother me, and why have I spent the better part of my afternoon thinking about it?

I have been sewing a lot lately which leads me to a quandary. I have exhausted most of the local fabric stores, with the exception of Wal Mart, for my various sewing needs, but now I have hit a wall. Since I am not finding exactly what I need locally, and I need it faster than on line can get it to me, can I abandon my convictions and actually set foot in Wal Mart? I am so very against everything they as a corporation stand for, but as my sister once told me, "desperate times call for desperate measures". She told me this the last time I asked her to absolve me of my guilt about even thinking of setting foot in there, but I still couldn't bring myself to buy anything there. Why am I so weird about Wal Mart?

I have to go to work shortly, and I would be lying if I said I was not slightly nervous about my sitting situation. This spring a friend of mine asked me if I needed any babysitting this summer because her 15 year old daughter was looking for work. A sitter that I am not related to in any way who will not have an opinion about where I am going or what I am wearing, sign me up! So I have her set to watch the girls for the hour a week I work. I go and get her and she plays in the park at the rec center while I teach my class. This set up has totally worked for me in the past, and this summer should be no different, but this girls is kind of useless. I don't think she knows that I can see her from the window while I am teaching, and I can see how she sits on a swing playing with her cell phone while my kids run around the park barely supervised. I know I have to say something to her, but I hate being that mom. Why can't I deal with this head on and either "fire" her or talk to her about what she is doing wrong?

Nora is an only child today since my mom took Abby up to the children's museum in Milwaukee, and I am starting to feel guilty about the fact that as I sat down to write this she started making noise from her nap and I have completely ignored it. Now she is really awake, and while she does not sound unhappy, she is getting a little more vocal about her need for attention. Why am I not taking advantage of the few precious moments we have alone together? And why have I completely wasted my afternoon?