If you give a mom a cup of joe,
she might just ponder way too long why it’s called joe. Couldn’t it be a better name? Joe is just not very exciting and the Joes that I have known…well, let’s just say I don’t really want to be drinking a big cup of them or anything they might be oozing.
Okay, lets just change that to java….because “coffee” sounds so mundane. Although Mundane Mondays has a nice ring to it, I kind of like Lanie’s (aka, Mom With a Pen) Motivated Mondays moniker.
If you give a mom a cup of java,
she may just want to sip it outside.
If she goes outside,
she will gaze approvingly at her dazzling front yard,
especially the new rosemary shrubs sitting in their new home thanks to said mom.
If she admires the rosemary shrubs,
she will think one more would make it look just right.
Not to mention replacing the dead-ish boxwood, filling in the other vacant spot, maybe one more colorful something on that other mound to keep the lantana company, bye bye bouganvilla and hello new paint on that railing. Oh yeah, I need a patio set so I have somewhere to drink my coffee in the morning.
Isn’t that always the case? You spruce up one spot in your house and the result is breathtaking. Then you notice that the resulting aura of “fresh and new” casts an unflattering light on the rest of the joint. I know the last thing I need is unflattering light….eeesh.
I am almost finished with my little painting project in the hallway. I know it has been a labor of love because it has been two weeks and I haven’t given up. I am not that slow of a painter, really. It would’ve been a two-day job. It’s just trying to find painting time in between slicing up apples for snacking and the normal everyday to-dos isn’t always easy. I finally gave in and let the toddler “help” me. While it affords me more painting time, the amount of time dealing with a paint laden toddler kind of negates that gained time. Toddlers are cute but there is a reason why we don’t send them off into the workplace at age three, their cut-in skills are horrendous.
Now, since I am on the precipice of completion, I can see the finished product. It looks great…so bright, clean and mar free….. then I notice how the lovely brightness makes the trim look…bad. No amount of scrubbing will make it look partially presentable. *sigh*
I see in my future, at least the next two (three) weeks a paintbrush and sore shoulders from crouching on the floor…
So, If you give a mom a cup of coffee,
it just leads to a lot of painting.
Fill ‘er up!
