Friday, June 3, 2011

No time, no title

     Long ago, I read a book called Letters to my Daughters by Mary Matalin. Recently, I listened to it on CD during my daily commute.  I love Mary Matalin.  Truly. I do. She worked as a White House Advisor for Dick Cheney, among other conservative, Republicans.  She has two daughters, Matty & Emma, and she is married to Ragin' Cajun, James Carville who is, decidedly, A DEMOCRAT.  


     Sometimes, when I really like a book/movie/real,live person, I get a little obsessive.  I Google it/them.   A lot.  I cross reference and ask around and wikipedia the heck out of everything.  It's super nerdy, I know.  


However, I have been sitting on this quote all evening, and I couldn't help but share.  This is Mary Matalin, on juggling marriage and politics.  


     Since leaving the White House, I feel that I'm finally nurturing our marriage. We never talk politics—I believe what I believe and I think he is utterly, totally, completely wrong. But we agree about everything else. We run and work out together, we're food snobs, wine snobs. Recently we went to pick out cabinets, and then I went back and spent a half hour looking at knobs. I told James last night, "I'm in nirvana." 


     There are days where I feel as if I'll make it.  I can feel my grip loosening- just a little and then there are days where I fear I am absolutely, positively losing my mind.  


The worry and the stress and the excitement of late August/Early September can be fantastic, if you let it be.  It's all, "I've been up since 4am, this is my 8th cup of coffee and my 3rd phone call in 2 minutes, let's get this party started."  


Whereas, the END of the school year is very much the opposite.  


     The end of the year is very, "Walk out the door with my keys in my MOUTH, one shoe on and my hands full of 4th quarter reading grades, birdseed (for a project, of course), and a banana (for lunch, of course).  Fishtail into the parking lot, drop keys, birdseed, and...other shoe on otherwise cluttered table...where's the attendance envelope?  Where's the attendance envelope?  


Where.is.the.attendance. envelope!?!?!?!




     Have you seen Diary of a Wimpy Kid?  You should watch it.  The kid's kind of a brat, but if you can get past that, it's cute.  The movie starts with The Older Brother announcing that the poor main character is late for school. I have looked all over the interwebz for a preview or a video or a picture or what, but I just can't find anything.  Well, get it on Netflix and watch the first 3 minutes or so...life right now is kind of like that.  
Love and 34 Diagnostic Screening Measures to grade, 
H.  

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