Ever feel like the universe was trying to tell you something?
I get this feeling frequently lately, and I'm not sure what I need to be hearing. I think I'm missing out on some great sign, and that kind of makes me nervous.
I've heard people say the first signs are subtle, like a whisper. And then the signs get progressively louder, if you will. Almost like someone screaming with a megaphone up to your ear.
I don't think I'm at the megaphone part yet, at least I hope I'm not, but I do think there is some whispering going on that I'm not quite catching. I sometimes find myself thinking "What? What are you trying to tell me? Just come out and say it already!"
My husband would think I'm being paranoid, or crazy. He doesn't believe in that which he cannot see or prove. Telling him about this would be futile. And only make me angry.
I believe in signs from above or the universe or whatever it is that is more than just coincidence or happenstance. But I wish I knew how to interpret these signs.
I tend to feel like I'm missing out on something under normal circumstances. These past few weeks have been ultra-frustrating because I do feel like I should be understanding something that I'm not. I just hope it resolves itself or I figure it out before the megaphone comes into play. I'm not a huge fan of those things.
Kailani at An Island Life started Aloha Friday. Want to play along? I ask a question, you answer the question in the comments. You can also ask your own question on your blog and link up at Kailani's site. Here's my question:
What's your favorite Olympic sport to watch?
My answer: I love the gymnastics, but the swimming isn't far behind.
I pretty much live at the Jersey Shore. I am approximately 15 minutes away from the ocean. I am, however, distraught to report that I have been to the beach zero times so far this summer.
I know. What a waste! But some of you mommies can relate when I say packing up the kids for a day at the beach is no picnic.
I actually shudder at the thought.
I have 6 year old wise guy and 3 year old know it all. Right there, that would stop some moms from even leaving the front door.
Dealing with these two in public is no easy task. I don't want to be the screaming mom, but I don't want to let them run wild either. There's a fine line between cooperation and meltdown when it comes to these two. This makes the thought of a trip to the beach incredibly stressful.
And isn't the point of going to the beach to relax? I love the beach. I feel most calm by the water. Except when I'm lugging a cart full of buckets, shovels, blankets, balls, snacks and cups and bribing two kids to just behave a little while longer.
I realize I'm going to have to suck it up and just take them one day or be named worst mother of the year. I definitely need to psyche myself up the day before . . . or bring a large thermos of wine with me.
Summer is half over, and I got nothing accomplished.
I managed to update my resume but can't seem to find my teaching certificate. I realize I could contact the State to get a copy of it, but it's incredibly frustrating to not be able to find it. Grrrr.
Thankfully we have a pool in our yard because we haven't really taken the kids on much of a vacation. We've played mini-golf twice, gone bumper bowling, hit the boards for some kiddie rides, attempted to fly kites on the beach, taken advantage of an air conditioned indoor jungle gym, and that's about it.
The 6 year old has had a few birthday parties he attended, and a few more on the immediate horizon, and the 3 year old is happy playing in the house.
I suppose I'm the one who feels most like we haven't done anything. I'm the restless spirit who feels we should've done more.
In a month I'll be wishing for these days back. School, soccer, preschool, ccd - it will all come hurdling at me at once.
I guess they call them the lazy days of summer for a reason.