wonder woman

delicate 'The Fairy' rose in the back garden, near Thistle Hill

Yesterday was a bit of a low point: overwhelmed me, with sicky two-year old clinging to her at every turn, paralyzed because I realized that my driver's licence was expired--trying to clean the house for company arriving Sunday. I did okay, mind you; we went on a walk, watched Anne of Avonlea in sleeping bags, picked strawberries and sugarsnap peas from the garden. I even planted the peppers, beans, and a few herbs. I sent off something to an agent and was rejected four hours later. The children ate meals and I drank a whole beer. I did okay, but did not live up to my power-house ideals.

Today, however, we rolled out of bed--(all of us. With Martin gone, I was looking forward to spread-eagling, but the girls, like ground water, fill holes and in this case my bed). And then we strapped into the car, picked up some disgusting food and coffee at a drive-through, and arrived at the DMV BEFORE it opened. Just two men who were also waiting and the four of us females. I was in and out in fifteen minutes. Then we hit the park, then we went to the grocery, and now we are home. I am ON FIRE.

What next in my amazing day? Empty the dehumidifiers and take out the trash? Change the sheets? Do some laundry? Juggle the china? The world is my oyster!

Funny what things make you feel like a superhero.