Pining for the red rocks.

We were in Sedona last year for Easter. I could totally do that again. Sunrise service combined with a view of the red rocks was spectacular. The church we wound up at had a giant wall of glass that you could look out over Sedona. That was pretty cool.

Easter kinda snuck up on me this year. I am not ready. Also, there is that pesky tax deadline which is crushing my spirit. Oy. I’m scheduled to make my annual appearance in church tomorrow morning, and I’m feeling kind of anxious about it. It’s not that I’m not a believer or anything. I just have this thing about organized religion. My thing is that I have no tolerance for it. Mommy no likey.

Adam is in Durango this morning. He has a job and then he’ll be buying Easter candy and such for the kiddo. I completely and utterly spaced it, even though I was in Durango twice in the last week, and in Pagosa on Thursday and could have picked up what was needed then. It didn’t even cross my mind! Lordy. I think that gives me -100 Mommy Points. I think the fact that I let Taylor do interpretive dance throughout dinner last night without once telling her to sit down and eat her food makes up for it. It was my fault for putting on music during the meal anyway. I was irritated at Adam and didn’t feel like talking, so we were jamming out.
Her: Take a bite of shrimp, get up and dance.

Me: Drink wine, giggle at silly child.

Her: Take a bite of salad, get up and dance.

Me: Marvel at silly child’s energy, and wish I could have a fraction of it.

So, +100 Mommy Points for me, and it all balances out. Plus, by the time dinner was over, Adam and I were speaking again. Bonus!

You know, Adam and I seldomly fight any more. It’s not that we don’t disagree. We do that all the time. I just don’t think we have the energy to expend on those grand knock-down-drag-out arguments any more. Take last night as an example:

Me: Dude, I have this concern.

Him: I hear you, and blah, blah, blah, blah, blah x infinity.

Me: You are irritating the hell out of me.

Him: Nevertheless, I persist.

Me: Go away now, so I can make dinner and have a glass of wine.

*time passes*

Me: Okay, I’m over it. xoxo

Him: Yay! xoxo

For two people with monumental tempers, I guess that’s what you call progress.