On Sunday night Isaac marched out of the toddler room and into the hallway. "I'm going upstairs now," he told me firmly. No, I said, he had to stay downstairs a little longer. I wrapped my arm around him and he got somewhat agitated as he told me to make Oscar stop pretending to be a velociraptor. "It's scary." I tried to explain that Oscar wasn't trying to scare him, but was just playing, the way he (Isaac) likes to pretend to be a "sharptooth". Alas, my convincing skills need a bit of help, as he didn't buy it, but he agreed to come in when I told him I'd ask Oscar to play something else. When we got back in the room, Jenell had everyone settled down (briefly) for story time, so all was well.
For the past few days I've been thinking about the things I let scare me which shouldn't really be scary: Turning 30, being single, looking for a new job, dating again, going to the doctor. I wonder how many times God just looks at me and shakes his head (figuratively, of course), wondering when I'm going to realize that it's all just a game?
Anna (and my other SAD-affected friends): I bought my sunrise simulator via eBay for about $28, including shipping. I LOVE it. I can use my own lamp (so it looks nice in my room), unlike most of the dawn simulators out there. And it's almost $50 cheaper than the next cheapest version I could find. Most dawn lamps run $80-$150.
Just 11 shopping hours left until my birthday, folks!
Posted by rachel at November 24, 2004 01:06 PM