Is this thing on?

Just wondering. That is all.

गेट ओं विथ आईटी already

As you can see, it's been since the beginning of April since I bothered to write in here.

Let's just say I'm on hiatus or some spiritual backpacking trip in the highlands of Scotland until maybe, say, October?

Sure?

Sure.

क्नोच्क ओं वूड

The title really says "Knock on wood" so don't go thinking that I've gotten smart or knowledgable in another language that involves wingdings.

I've been kicking around a cold for the past four weeks that really ended two weeks ago, but this morning I am coughing up a lung like nobodies business.

But on another note, and the theme/subject of this post, is that my children have really reached a milestone in the past month or so of being quite loving and sweet... the majority of the time.
We have really come to a point as a family where we all have a great time with one another. Granted, we have all gotten along with one another, but this magnitude of the getting along has expanded. It started, I think, after I was away on a business trip for an entire week. The longest I had been away from the kids ever. And who knows, maybe, they really did miss me.
Little B is seriously growing like a weed and she is all cuddles and smiles and kisses and loves. She asked me last night while we were watching a movie, "Mom, can I come cuddle with you?" Like who would say no to that?
I am the one that wakes them up in the mornings now that the husband works earlier and I get to see their sweet baby-ness that lingers as they wake up. And B always asks me to carry her downstairs, which won't be something I can do for much longer, ha ha.
While they eat breakfast, I dry my hair on the kitchen heater vent (it's a curly-haired thing) and they tell me about random things. S tells us about her dreams which I think is the best. I love that she knows what a dream is and how to retell it. B is still at the I-think-I-had-a-dream-but-I'm-making-this-all-up stage.
S told us one about her uncle producing remote controlled horses from his magic coat and then her asking her dad where her uncle was and he told her he was in Wyoming, but no, he was standing next to him. So it's funny to hear, because I know she's not making this stuff up. B's dreams are about "ice cream, dogs and trampolines" ha ha!
I'm reading the "Happiness Project" book and it's giving me some goals and insight and I like that. It's a good reminder to work on being happy during good times to give yourself some power to help with happiness when hit with a bad or tragic time.
I'm also seeing a new therapist who I really like, so that is also helping me look at things in a different light and set some goals and help me get through extra anxious times. I've felt myself trying to drop into a low the past few days and I've been self-talking and writing to myself a lot and pushing myself to step back and look at things from a different perspective and that helps. Not always, but it helps in a different way.
Well, I figured I'd write this morning since I was to bed early last night as was up earlier this morning and I need to do the breakfast thing, work out with the husband and then off to Costco to brave the madness that is easter weekend. It is conference weekend too though, so I'm hoping if I go during the first session that it'll be less crazy. hahahahaha!

Yikes

This is going to come across as a pure whine, but....


I would really like to know when a mom ever gets a break?
I have come to grips with this fact, and have accepted this is the fact.

But when is a mom not doing something that doesn't involve cleaning, cooking, helping with homework, helping kids bathe, doing dog things, making lunches, doing laundry, making bake-sale items, helping kids do presentations at school without flipping out, cleaning - and not even the deep-cleaning stuff that would actually get things clean, it's the clean-up before the clean and it's aggravating. And in the moments when a mom is physically doing these things, she is also planning on how to attack all of the other things on her to do list.
Sigh.

It's one of those days where I've just spent the last few days doing all of this, and while the husband goes off to some business meeting at evening, instead of me trying to get some groceries on an off moment, I forgot it is free skate night for the elementary school. So in the next little while, after I've done the dishes, made dinner, fed the dogs, coddled the old dog to please go potty outside, crated the dogs, and showered girls....I will be taking the girls to skate night.

That will be sheer pleasure for my congested head and sick for two weeks trying to shake this coughing body.
yay!

I Swear!

The only time I go to write anything online, ie: leave comments on blogs, is the only time the husband comes in the room to look over my shoulder.

Seriously?

I'm really not in here all that often and the battery on the laptop just up and died, so I have nowhere to hide.

How does the battery take full charges, give hours of enjoyment and then the next day just die?

I suppose that is how I feel some days too, so I can't really complain.

Oh wait, yes. I. Can.

Working on it

So I broke down and called someone to come in and clean my house.

I've had enough meltdowns every damn weekend over the state of the house and just trying to catch up on simple things like cleaning the bathroom counter. I do not want to spend my days off work just scrambling to get the house in order. And I don't want to wish my children older so they can clean up their things...they are still my babies and I'm soaking it all in. (In case anyone wonders, they do clean up their things, but there are days where it is loads easier for me to swoop it up in one handful and put it away properly and then my OCD doesn't have to take a hit and a fit)

I think this will save many years of mine and my family's life and sanity.

And then I can get back to more me time.
Running, hiking, reading, singing, biking, camping, dog-walking, ginning, painting, kid-smooching... here I come!

and?

I love that I don't ever post on here anymore.
Who has the time?

But I get spammer comments. How sweet it is.