Sunday, August 17, 2008


After whining like a little girl on Tuesday - and really, all week long, with the panic and the moaning and the crying about ALL THE STUFF WE HAVE TO DO - Tarzan finally sat me down yesterday and said
"Let. It. Go."
And suddenly it was okay. Not that we didn't still have a lot to do, but we (well, I) ceased to stress about it. My siblings are still staying with us but I don't have to do all the work. They are 13, 17 and 19. They can do their own laundry and help with dishes and whatever. Just because I am the oldest sister doesn't mean they are still little kids.
So I left them with some chores and buckled down to do some work. The cub scout flyers got made, printed, folded and they got mailed. My youngest brother helped with that too. The things for the thing that I can't talk about got done. My lesson for church turned out to be not as involved as I was worried that it would be. Proposition 8 is ready for Phase I so I feel better about that too. The roadshow still needs to have the dialogue fleshed out but we chose the music and Tarzan helped me make up a rehearsal schedule so there's a handle for that too. (Do you want to know what my issue is with things like this? If people are asked to help they will, but they don't necessarily want to. I want people who want to be there so they will do a good job. How does one find the people who actually want to participate?) Then, yesterday afternoon, he took us all out to a polo match - thinking my siblings would like it since they ride horses and just to get out of the house and away from the stacks of things to do. And you know? It was really nice. Polo is a great sport to watch and the ponies were pretty too. Then he took us out for ice cream and when doesn't a Chocolate Curve Ball make everything all better? It turned out to be a really good day.
I'm just really thankful for Tarzan today. For his willingness to take in my siblings AND the cats. For letting me whine and then solving the problems. For taking us out so I don't have to cook. For loving me, even when I am neurotic.

This is me, thankful for the Tarzan.

1 comment:

Rocketgirl said...

There's a good Tarzan:) Even though whining won't do a lick of good, boy howdy I know I'd be doing tons of it. What a tough place to be! At least you aren't working though... you'd EXPLODE then. I'm pulling for ya - and I can't wait for next year, I just can't wait to have everyone here!!

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