thirty, fun and . . . flirty?

well, and married, at any rate! and much happier that way than jennifer garner's character ever was, i think. and mark rufalo(?)'s sort of a jerk in real life, anyway, is my understanding.
it was a very early morning, that started around 5 with a coughing fit--my poor baby! and then a poopy diap. hubs is gone; left yesterday and will not return until 9 pm . BUT i have dance this morning, and then i think i will go to anthro: what better way to celebrate myself than with an anthro discount??? also it's raining today :D which, while it dampens any outdoor plans, means coolness and greyness and everything else that delights my scots-welsh-irish soul. hubs IS gone, though . . . but i keep thinking how much more awfuller it could be: no hubs to be gone, and no boy with whom to be home alone!!!! and there are so many good friends around that i suspect we will be able to pass the day in relative ease. 
with that in mind, then, i shall raise my eyes to the hills, from whence cometh my Help, and rejoice in all that He has given to me.
and to think how bad it could really be: i could be kim kardashian.

the Freedom of Structure

so i haven't been following it perfectly, but i made up a schedule--not for every moment, but for mornings and evenings, in attempt to get in the essentials of every day, and to organize my week in general--roughly after A Mother's Rule, although i haven't actually read it. it is amazing what happens when i do certain things, roughly at a certain time, with each day's duties to be done. i have spare time! extra moments in my day--an amazing thing. i could apply this principle to all sorts of things--morality, art, "roles" of the spouses. the reality, though, is simply that "rules" and "structure" and "order"--all of those now-taboo words--provide *freedom*, because they give tasks to certain moments, leaving the rest . . . for living.