Waking Up Is Hard To Do

Last night I dreamed. While most nights are filled with dreams that are disconnected and weird, last night I dreamed of a perfect scenario of family life that was my own. It was so lovely and yet so sad.

I dreamed that my husband and I owned this amazing 17 story, 42.000 sq ft building. There was so much room that we converted each floor into large apartment homes for each one of our siblings and our parents. We had extra floors for a dance hall, a kids romper floor, an adult bar/lounge, a rooftop terrace, etc. High ceilings, great architecture, large elevators. And it was on the beach. It was amazing.

When I woke I remembered that my family is in a place of transition right now. My parents divorce was finalized almost a year ago and my siblings and I are each building our own small families. Family arguments are exasperated with distance and lack of time/sleep. I miss my family, the one I grew up with. But only time can heal some wounds.... Looks like I may have plenty of time to save up for that 17 story building at this rate.....

Tuesdays

I don't know what it is about Mondays. Maybe it's the shell shock of once again being the only parent at home to wrangle my three younguns after having the luxury of a two person tag team for a couple of days. Maybe it's just typical Monday blues or maybe I'm decompressing from all of the activities (read: home renovations) that we surely jammed into Saturday and Sunday, but Mondays are not typically productive for me. I find that I kind of drone through the day. Diapers barely get changed, lunches can consist of cold cereal (again) and an extra long nap time is absolutely and strictly enforced. Mondays are a down day for me....To be honest, they are not a great portrait of my mothering or housewiving abilities.

But Tuesdays!!! Now, Tuesday is a day I can get behind! Great and wondrous things happen on Tuesdays. No matter where you are, you can almost always find some place that has a $2 Tuesday deal. $2 fish tacos, $2 admission, $2 bowling, the list goes on! By Tuesday I find I have more energy and that's usually the day that I pump up the music, clean the house and actually PLAY with the kiddos. We dance and chase and play pretend to be Mario, Luigi and Princess Peach while we eat lunch. (which by Tuesday has graduated to re-heated leftovers from Monday's dinner) And all the while I'm managing to multi-task by strategically "chasing" them in the direction that I need to go to put away the folded towels that are conveniently in my arms as I take slow, long, deep lunging strides to burn extra calories. If they complain that I'm not running I tell the kids that I'm a Zombie Mommy and I groan at them loudly as I shove the towels in the linen closet. I'm a Zommy! I'm gonna eat your brains!!! Then I catch them and the tickle fests begin. WOW! Tuesdays energies are definitely better than Mondays!

Plus side: By being very active on Tuesdays, it almost seems like it should be Monday since I've all but blacked out on Mondays. By the time Friday comes I almost always have to double check that I haven't accidentally skipped a day, because I'm more often than not convinced that it should actually just be Thursday. This leads to great excitement that the weekend is upon us!

Minus side: This personal psyching out of days leads to a lot of confusion and missed appointments, meaning I have to rely more and more heavily on my SmartPhone for the smallest things to make sure they're done on time. Just because I don't actually start functioning till Tuesday doesn't mean that the rest of the world will accept that as a valid reason for missing appointments/ paying bills/ missing deadlines.

Oops. Maybe I should start trying to psyche myself into thinking that Mondays are actually Tuesdays? Maybe, but I can already see that I would get pretty P.O.-ed by Thursday, believing it to be Friday already. Hmmm.....this one is gonna be a toughie!

Welcome and hello!

My name is not Della, it's actually Eileen. But for the purposes of this blog, I am Della Doo. This is the way my oldest child used to say our last name. Or, at least my husband's and children's last name as I kept my maiden name. I like to think of myself as modern....even progressive in keeping my maiden name! However, in actuality I just haven't ever gotten around to doing the paperwork.

Plus side: When I'm filling out paperwork I get to skip the step where they ask for any other names/aliases. When I quickly move past that part I pat myself on the back for saving the 2.5 seconds AND the extra ink it would've taking me to print my full maiden name. Not to mention my maiden name is two letters shorter than my married name would be, so I'm saving ink there, as well. Look at me! I'm practically saving the world with my conservationalism!

Minus side: People naturally refer to me as Eileen Marriedname instead of Eileen Maidenname when they meet me with my husband. It's not the worst, but it kinda sucks when my OWN FAMILY addresses me as such. (Yeah, I'm calling you out, bro!) And it does make me reflect on the exciting Jennifer Garner-esque secret life of mystery I'm missing out on when I have to leave the "aliases" section blank. *sigh* I'm still just the same me I've always been, as far as my name is concerned.

So, anyhow, I decided that the name of my blog would be Della Doo, in honor of my mis-pronounced married name. And since I do a lot of different things all the time and will most likely be blogging about them, I added the 'Does' part. My life is not movie star exciting, but things do happen --good and bad--which I will blog about because that's my nature, to talk (or type) things through.

Hello and welcome to Della Doo Does!