Good Morning Ellie!
After successfully completing two years of blogging to you,
today we are starting our third year and yes… with a new theme! Last year’s creative story writing was
so much fun that your mommy and I plan to revisit that theme again, just down
the road a-bit. So this March
through next we will be blogging about Life Lessons Learned. Your mommy and I talked in great length
about this Ellie and have decided that we, as the writers, must be honest and
not make ourselves look like angels without fault. So with that being said… let’s get started since I get to go
first!
Lessons learned, lessons learned… hmmmmmmmmm… which to
choose.
Ok. If I am to
be honest Ellie, I could probably write ‘one’ a day for…. forever. But many of them I am not sure I could
truly share for fear of embarrassment so I will start with something I do
frequently and to whom others it may relate.
Life Lessons Learned
#1. Stop procrastinating
and stay on task.
OK Ellie, I am not exactly sure at what age I started
applying this ‘unavoidable’ phrase to my life… (And I am not saying it is a bad
character trait to have because there are many people, who are able to work
within its very narrow parameters.)
It’s just not a trait that I should possess because it sends me into
another character trait, which is ‘over stressing.’ Hmmmmmmmmm… I guess I could write about that in Life
Lesson’s Learned #3 since your mommy gets to write about Lesson #2! But for now back to #1… your mommy
suggested that I stop my blog writing at this point and go do whatever it is
that I am procrastinating about, which is cleaning. But before I do that, I would have to sign off. And I don’t want to because my week’s
blog will look pretty pathetic. So
I’m not. Signing off that is.
OK, so between the last paragraph and this sentence I have
taken one phone call and made three (two of which were to answering machines…
drats). So I went back into the
kitchen and did wipe down the counter tops but only because I tried pulling the
price stickers off the backs of the washable placemats I just purchased from
Target. And wouldn’t you know they
didn’t peel off very nicely. I had
gummied-up balls of paper stuck to everything! Including my fingernails! Ugh. I
guess I should just “bite the bullet” as they say and get out my cleaning
supplies. But before I do, I must
tell you that up until this moment I had absolutely no idea and nor did I care
who and where that saying originated from even though I myself have properly
used it in its correct context when I really don’t want to do something. So now that we have Google on the
computer… I just googled what does bite the bullet mean and I got the
answer. It means dear Ellie “days
before effective anesthetics; soldiers were given bullets to bite on to
help them endure pain.” Just so you
know, I was never one to question much.
If you told me that the world was flat I would probably say ok. If you told me that cleaning was
detrimental to my health I would probably be thrilled! But since it is not, I have no choice
but to go into the cabinet and pull out the Windex and Pledge bottles. However, I could vacuum first. (I have to go down the hallway to get
it and there are a lot of distractions that may peek my interest on the
way!) I’ll let you know!
Hi again El.
Fast-forward a few hours.
Yep, I started this blog at 3 pm and it is now 9:30 pm. And no, I did not vacuum. I did walk down the hall but as I passed
the bedroom where we keep lots of files and greeting cards, I remembered that I
had a dozen birthdays coming up this month and needed to browse through my card
stash. Once that was taken care
of, I did clean the bathroom sinks and then started rummaging through drawers
of clothes. That got boring fast
and I figured it really was an all day job so I quit. I took another phone call and then went to your house for
dinner and also to play with you.
After taking off my coat and giving you my undivided attention, per your
directions I sat down with you to play with your dollhouse. That lasted about five minutes. You suddenly had to go to the bathroom
and while upstairs decided that we were going to play house in your bedroom
instead. So of course I followed
you and sat down next to your play kitchen. Being the wonderful homemaker that you were El, you served
me a delicious looking vanilla cake (actually a white tissue on a plate), and
yourself one too. Not ten minutes
passed when all of a sudden you eyed your doctor kit. That quickly I went from playing house to patient. I was to go out into the hallway and
pretend to fall down and break my leg.
You were the doctor and you fixed me up with great speed so that we
could switch roles and you could be the one to fall down and I fix you. Once that scenario played through your
mom called us down to the kitchen for dinner. At that point you became Kalena and I became your mother and
we were off to Miss Kimberly’s Restaurant. You were a terrific patron Ellie and even gave your mom, I
mean Miss Kimberly, a (pretend) $5.00 tip! Once we helped her clean up the three of us went to the mall
where you got the cutest haircut!
Now looking back on my evening, I am thinking that you my dear child
remind me of me. Staying on task
is not your strong point either, but I guess that could possibly be because you
are only three years old! As for me,
I can always get up early tomorrow and start cleaning then.
As I look back to the beginning of this blog and the Lesson
I chose to write about, I think I need to change it slightly Ellie. It should read Lesson Learned #1. Don’t fret; just finish your task when you
can. In time it will get done.
I love you Bean.
And just so you know… you are my favorite distraction of
all!
Love, Mimi
Mickey
ReplyDeleteYour blog made me laugh. This blog sounds just like you but I also think that you must remember you enjoy life and embrace the moment because we know how quickly three year olds turn in to teenagers and then adults that will not allow us to play with them anymore. Although knowing Ellie you will always be her playmate. I think these blogs are so important because Ellie will really know how her MiMi felt about certain things... and have memories of how much fun she had with you. If only we all could all do this.