My yard is taking up all my concentration. I really need to work on this project but I am over the excitement of it and now it is just the giant, mundane project that I can’t seem to get any drive to complete. I am dragging…dragging… dragging through it. And the scary part? I have so much more to do. I can’t even imagine being done with it. That is what is so scary about it. At least I know what has to be done. For awhile there, I didn’t even know that.
This weekend, my neighbor girlfriends and I are going to stay at my dad’s at the beach (because he is out of town) and have a girl’s weekend. It is totally planned with no real plan. Should be fun. Everyone is looking forward to it. It’ll be interesting. We have all done family trips together but I think this will be the first ‘just the girls’ trip. Hmmm… I didn’t even realize that until now. Anyway, the plan is movie, dinner, shopping, spa, more eating out, maybe trying surfing… again, hanging out and talking…
In boy news, Dallon had a major meltdown over his hair yesterday morning. It just didn’t look right and when I asked what it should look like so I could fix it, he said "I don’t know… I can’t remember." And he is in tears. The bell is about to ring. Just a few weeks ago I saw an Oprah with people who were deathly afraid of what everyone was thinking about them and they couldn’t go out in public. So I was quite worried that Dallon was surely going to turn into that if I didn’t try to nip this in the bud.
I told him that most people are really just worried about themselves just like he is about his hair and they won’t even know there is a difference from the day before to that day’s hair. And then he was upset about his face being all red from crying. I would get him calmed down and then he would start thinking about I don’t know what…and then cry and say his stomach hurt… he was a mess. It took a half hour to get into school. He finally made it in and he said his day was just fine. I think this happens about every six months (let’s hope so anyway).
All I could think about was that Oprah show and the people (college age) on it were very good looking people. And the parents were in the audience just devastated. I told Dallon that he was definitely going to school and there was no getting around that. I am sure he is fine… but I was getting worried during this morning ordeal.
Note to self… don’t watch Oprah or any other show that has exteme cases of phobias (I don’t even watch Oprah:P)