Your mind builds filters. It ignores all things known, processed, not necessary and understood so that it can spend time on the things it needs to work on like writing this blog post or cleaning up the mess your son just made all over the potty because he's not yet skilled at getting his pants down in time.
It can become acutely apparent when you make one change in environment or routine because your brain notices, even if you don't want it to. About a year ago we had a comforter incident. That incident involved the early and unexpected death of our current comforter. I went shopping and found a replacement comforter that was reasonably close to our prior comforter. It wasn't exact, and yet to this day, we've only had one person notice. However, my brain complained for several weeks that the color and patter just weren't "right."
We had a lamp issue which turned into a lamp shade catastrophe yesterday. The lamp was fixable, but the lampshade wasn't. We went in search of replacements and just like hemlines and bell bottoms, it appears the lamp shades we had were in fashion some time ago and completely out of fashion today. We needed extra wide, super width, as large as a manhole lampshades and there were none to be found. The largest we were able to purchase were a full eight inches less in diameter, and that eight inches looked like a little, tiny, gnome-sized lamp shade instead of one that would be going in a large, vaulted living room. But that's the best option we saw.
We got the new lampshades home and the color looked close. Did I mention there were two lamps and while only one shade had met it's end, it's lamp mate across the room would be needing a matching replacement as well? The new shades seemed to go well with the lamp bases and overall, they were good replacements. Only my eyes and brain protested. They complained that something had been changed, and changed for the terrible. Terrible because it was different. Not bad, not wrong, not inferior, just different.
I had to tell my brain to go to hell until next week and see if it even noticed then and if so it could take it up with my "reasonableness center" because like it or not, those new lamp shades were our new living room reality.
This morning, I didn't even notice the new lamp shades.
The Big Boy Update: Over the gate. I'm not surprised. He can open the door. This morning to buy time I put up the gate. In ten minutes he was out, much to his sister's dismay. It looks like child-proof doorknob covers for the interior of his room door soon.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Who taught her Peek-a-boo? She know the whole routine of hiding her eyes behind her hands and then pulling them away, grinning and laughing when you say, "peek-a-boo!" I didn't teach this cute game to her.
Fitness Update: Sex Man. Okay, seriously, if you're going to be working out in a gym with lots of other people around, you need to control your personal huffing and puffing and grunting and moaning volume. Everyone else was exercising vigorously and not making a huge audible scene of things. This guy, whom I dubbed "sex man" to my neighbor, sounded like the typical sex scene in movies—for a full hour. He was working hard, there's no doubt about that. He was also his own coach, yelling at himself for "one more minute, you can do it!" which was interesting too. Sex man aside, my neighbor and I did our second workout with the fitness trainer today. He pushed us harder. I wonder how sore I'll be tomorrow?
Someone Once Said: The truth of a proposition has little or nothing to do with its psychodynamics.
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