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Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Another one bites the dust

Do you ever sit and think about all of the things you've done in a 24 hour period? Sometimes when I make the mental list, my life seems so completely disjunct that I have to laugh at myself. Does any of this stuff really matter? For example, the last 24-ish hours of my life:

Cleaned out from under the master bathroom cabinets, throwing away expired medicines and crap we don't use,

Did some laundry,

Frantically pumped gas and fought traffic from behind a school bus to pick up S's rocking chair while trying to make it to swim class on time,

Swam like a very pregnant fishie,

Fought traffic again to pick up dinner and meet M at the hospital for another birth-related class (woo-hoo for the lack of videos),

Realized, simultaneously with hubby, that "rhythmic breathing" through contractions is not for me as practicing it nearly sent me into hyperventilating panic attacks,

Actually considered, for the very first time, the possibility of a drug-free childbirth,

Watched Justin Timberlake open the great spectacle that is the VS Fashion Show and wondered if he knew, upon recording SexyBack, that he'd get to perform/drool at the supermodels in the show,

Discussed with Otis how he always uses the same tricks to try to get attention and it's getting old (he should learn a new trick),

Finished the dining chairs,

Painted the pink stripe on S's dresser,

Decided to type this asinine list chronicling what I've been doing, and

Realized that no one is likely to still be reading this post.

Everything just seems so bizarrely random and unimportant...I take that back, I count childbirth classes and laundry as fairly important. It just seems like the rest of this stuff is trivial, and when I realize that about 90% of the stuff I do would be considered trivial by about 90% of the general population, I wonder if my life is trivial. Not in a morose, listen to the Cure in a dark room while smoking clove cigarettes kind of way- just in a "how can I make a difference" sort of way. I'm sure that, for the rest of the day, I'll be consumed by that question...entranced in a philosophical state that most of the population would deem trivial.

You're living your life! All I do, I feel, is grade papers and procrastinate and then complain about all the papers I have to grade. This is why the thought of going shoe shopping this weekend has me frantically happy. You're making things happen!

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On a mission to become a little old southern lady sitting next to my husband on a porch swing, sipping iced tea...on a mission to become an interesting person without being a flake...on a mission to figure out what matters...on a mission...