If I got paid for blogging I would be poor. So, so poor. If I got paid for submitting my ideas for blogging I would be rich. Things are constantly running through my head that I want to tell you about, post about, laugh about, cry about. But my execution is horrible. The longer I'm away, the more I worry that I'm going to have to start my post out like this and the less I want to come back. But I really do want to come back because I love doing this.
I've spent the last couple of weeks trying to enjoy some time with my kids and my extended family. I tried to put my phone down a bit more (I need a lot of practice at that but am getting a tiny bit better) and just be in the moment. We had a lovely break, with Christmas Day here and then a trip to my parent's house to celebrate Christmas with the rest of my family. The kids loved seeing and playing with their cousins, old and young, and I enjoyed catching up with my sister and sister-in-laws and my parents. We narrowly escaped getting stuck at two different airports on the way home but made it in time to sleepily celebrate New Year's Eve and then we only had a few more days before the kids went back to school.
Something weird and different happened this break. For the first time ever the kids got sick of each other and being at home before I got sick of them. I probably could have hunkered down and hung out with them for a few more days, but they could not get along at all and even Andy said he was bored and ready to go back to school. Hmm, maybe they are starting to get a little more tolerable. Or maybe I'm just becoming more zen, but I seriously doubt that.
I definitely am ready to be back on a schedule. It's hard to have everybody at home with nothing to do and nowhere that we have to be. Breakfast rolls into lunch which rolls into dinner and before you know it nobody has eaten anything all day. Plus the kids get surprisingly mad when you skip lunch and feed them dinner at 5:00. Not because they are starving but because they think it's just wrong to not have lunch at some point during the day.
So I'm glad that they are back at school and I can go back to the gym and start ignoring the housework and everything else and wonder why I can't get everything done. As I've said before I don't like to make New Year's Resolutions but one thing I am going to try to do this year is to get 1-2 loads of laundry done each day so I don't have those days when I'm doing 10 loads of laundry in a row. Where nobody has any clean clothes all at the same time and they have to pick straws to see who gets clean clothes first. This plan is fine as far as the washing goes it's the folding and putting away that's going to be the real challenge. If I can just do it everyday for a couple weeks I think I can make it a habit.
I also think I am going to stop whining about how my friends never call me and pick up the phone and call them myself. Or text, that's easier and so much more personal. I talked to a friend of mine a few weeks ago that I haven't seen in a few years and it was so nice to catch up and made me so happy. Why should I wait for that to happen when I can make it happen all on my own? The time change always messes me up and makes it hard to call people (I know, I'm mentally challenged when it comes to time zones, don't even ask me when prime time t.v. starts here because I honestly don't know) but I just need to suck it up.
Now maybe I need to find something new to complain about? No, I need to stop complaining as well. I have a pretty good life and a wonderful husband and great kids, what more could I ask for?
This. This is what more I could ask for. Today Sarah came downstairs to tell me that Amanda had peed on the floor and somebody had to go help her clean it up. I sat there and didn't move because I really did not want to do it. So Sarah offered to do it, just like that. And she did, without complaining or asking me for something in return. I was happy, she was happy, it was a win/win. Later I asked Amanda why she peed on the floor. She said it wasn't her fault, it was her pee's fault. Her pee was just crazy. I thought she had peed on the floor, but she was sitting on the toilet and her pee got on the floor.
So, what I could use is more crazy stories from my crazy kids that I can laugh about later and that just make my day. Things that make you come back here to check up on me and find out what is going on in my bizarre life. Because these stories are going to happen less and less and they aren't going to be cute they are going to be serious growing up stuff and not anything I want to deal with now. So now I'm just going to be happy right where I am.
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