Monday Monologue


I know the holidays are approaching quickly, because everywhere I look there are ads, sales, and decorations. Blahhh. And no shocker—I am behind in my planning.

Maybe it’s because today is Monday, or because I’m feeling under the weather–or the fact that the holidays are so commercialized, but I’m just not pumped up and ready for the holidays to come.

It’s supposed to be this time of year filled with joy, love, and family. And it is! It truly is a magical time. However, I don’t need businesses, commercials, and everyone else jamming it down my throat. We’re suppose to relax–drink hot cocoa–sit around the fire place— play old-school board games–tell each other stories–give hugs, and thank one another for being present. Still, it seems Christmas has become commercialized and it’s ridiculous to me. And in some ways it takes the excitement away.

Although, this year McKinley will be able to rip open some presents and seeing her face light up and hearing her laughter will fill my heart such joy.

Ug! Okay, I’m getting more excited now ūüėČ

Anyways just my inner monday monologue. I’ll let you know when I get around to getting my tree up!


Monday Monologue: Moments escaping

Lately I’ve noticed Time escaping. Not its usual escape, a more-than-usual type of escaping. And, it’s more than just Time, it’s moments, memories, thoughts, and ideas.

I feel like I’m living one long, really long, day.
“What day is it again?” ¬†Oh, Saturday. Oh, Tuesday.

See, those two particular days may be vastly different for you, but not for me. ¬†They are virtually the same.¬†Maybe it’s because I’m living as a minion in a Toddler’s world, or maybe it’s because I’m a stay-at-home mom.

I thought I would jot a couple of moments down here, before they too escape me…

  • (My brother-in-law proposed this past weekend). ¬†The moment that I don’t want to escape me: ¬†Seeing my (soon-to-be-new) sister Kelly, embrace her mother and father with the thought “I’m¬†marrying the man of my dreams,” as tears of true happiness roll down her blushed cheeks.


  • Reminiscing on my wedding and looking down at my wedding band to notice my grandmother’s diamond missing. And I was actually able in a moment to “let it go.” ¬†It was a small diamond. It was a big bar. ¬†Who knows when I could have lost it and where it could have been.
  • Kelly, the bride to be, finding my grandmothers diamond in less than 30 seconds, underneath her chair.
  • McKinley’s laughter as we chased each other up and down the hallway, playing hide and seek.
  • Seeing my husband this morning dressed for his first day at the firm. Handsome, Sharp, crisp, confident, excited… young, but older-looking, and ready.¬†IMG_8604

What moments from this past weekend are you hoping don’t escape you?¬†



Monday Monologue

It’s freezing in Geneva, Ohio. We’re on the lake. Duh…of course it’s freezing in May.

McKinley has been throwing mini tantrums all morning, but only when we come back inside the cozy semi-warm cabin. Hardwood floors and heat blasting in every room, yet still there’s a chill in the air.

Yesterday, and the day we arrived in Geneva, McKinley turned 14-months-old. Jordan reminded me that she’s Disney close. Which means in like half a year she’ll be able to watch disney movies on repeat. We’re excited.

She loves being outside even if it’s 20 degrees colder. The sensory stimulation is fascinating. The wind blowing on her face, bright green blades of grass, and her favorite, birds chirping and flying around.

Mommy on the other hand (today anyways), prefers the semi-warm cabin. The blizzard like air is not appealing to an under-packed and under-prepared mother. Yup, coatless and possibly dumb. Oh well, I’m the baby today.

Jordan and McKinley are napping off breakfast from the best diner I’ve ever been too–they literally serve you full plates of sarcasm and good company. We’ll be returning tomorrow morning.

Me? Coffee in hand and cuddled in front of the fake furnace under my favorite Restoration Hardware blanket– iPhone typing my Monday monologue post.

Ahhhhhh Vacation.



Monday Monologue:

I laid McKinley down in her crib, because she was whining.  Not crying. Not happy. Not mad. Just whining over every little gosh damn thing.  The minute I caught that eye/nose rub I said,

“Okay, we’re gonna lay down for a few minutes.”

I should mention she has a stuffy/running nose. Allergies.  So, I suppose that counts for  being under the weather and not getting that precious restful sleep toddlers need, right?

I can hear her, softly speaking to herself in-between repeatedly squeezing her LeapFrog dog named Violet.¬†London bridge is falling down…falling down..

Downstairs my father is playing YouTube videos of Neil Young, Harvest Moon. Unmistakable harmonics.

I’m hoping it’s not gonna be one of those days. ¬†Although, it’s 1 o’clock¬†already (computer problems)… so I guess it is one of those days. And the weather has stated so with its gloomy dark coat and periods of rain.

An indoor day to a toddler is like a prison.


I mean seriously, what can you do with a toddler who has the attention span of 1 minute (if that)? ¬†I’m open to thoughts people…

  • Grocery¬†
  • Reading
  • Coloring
  • Errands
  • Play-dates