Enclave

That’s the word of the day, folks: Enclave.

It’s a distinct territory or social unit within the boundaries of another territory.

Besides the fact that it’s an awesome sounding word, and should really be reintroduced into daily conversation, this word makes me think of home. It’s that place that only belongs to you and a select few others; hopefully a place where you feel safe, happy, loved, and challenged. One of the awesome things about being a wife and a mother, is that I am the one who gets to set the mood and direction for my household. My actions directly affect whether or not home is going to be a peaceful space that my husband and children want to come back to at the end of the day. Not that they wouldn’t want to come back with the way I can cook, but I can’t imagine how rough it would be to get off work or school and not want to come home to a stressful situation. I’m reminded of this responsibility as I spend more time fitting into my new roles, and I know that even if the laundry doesn’t get done, I want my house to be a peaceful place. FYI: this blog was more for me than you. Selfish of me, I know.

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So, yeah….

You might have noticed that I didn’t blog yesterday. You would be right. I went on holiday. According to my original terms for this “every day of the year” dealeo, i did give myself the caveats of “forgetting” or “going on holiday”. Yes, I’m British. God Save the Queen!

Arg. Violet is under my chair grunting. She crawls over the chair rungs; gets high-centered; and consequently gets very mad at me (weird, huh?)

Something Funny I Just Noticed: “blog” is not in the dictionary on wordpress. Why? (yes, I may sometimes use “spellcheck”).

Anyway, yesterday we went to a great little city to spend the night in our favorite hotel. I’d tell you where and what, but if you’re a serial stalker i don’t want you knowing. For you local yokels, the name of the city rhymes with Dellingham, and the hotel..doesn’t really rhyme. Today we ate lunch served from the inside of a double decker bus that’s been converted to a fish-and-chips shop. (that’s a sentence I’ll never write again)

But enough chit-chat. This blog goes out to Melissa. You see, tomorrow Melissa is having a surprise party at my parents house. I say this for two reasons. 1: she probably won’t read this in time to ruin the surprise. 2. I have this thing with ruining surprises. Not on purpose, mind you; I just become so completely absorbed in the keeping of them that they are constantly on the tip of my tongue. Case in point: When I was 12, one of my friend’s older sisters was having a surprise party. When I saw her shortly after finding out this great secret, I said (and this was purely to make conversation, because i am an awkward sort of person), “So, I hear you’re having a surprise party!”

Happy Birthday Melissa, I hope you are surprised.

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