Aside from the religious connotations the title has, it is a good Friday.
The kids are off so I was able to stay in bed until 9am. Of course, Em was in my bed watching PBS & then Dora, but I didn't have to get up and get boys out the door for the bus.
Daniel, who puked in the upstairs hallway last night, is feeling much better. There was no overnight puking either. Fingers crossed that it was the lunch he ate at school yesterday and not a stomach bug that will fly through the other children or adults.
The sun is shining and it promises to be a BEAUTIFUL day! While I wish I could get out and enjoy it, I need to clean the house. I have my list in hand (and one for the kids) and hope that I will be done in a few short hours.
The only thing that could make this day better is for hubby to come home early and tell me that we've won Powerball and that he really doesn't have to work until dark this evening. ;)
Oh and make this day 12 of exercise in a row....I'm on a roll! (and the scale went down yesterday a little tiny bit, but I might have ruined that by making funnel cakes last night. Um, they really should be called funnel "crack" because they were very yummy and I couldn't get away from them!)
Friday, April 10, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Two in a day - who woulda thunk?
I had a major brain fart today and totally forgot that I had a PPT for Dv. at school this morning. He was being tested by the school's OT over the last couple of months because his pre-k teacher thought his motor skills were a bit behind. Needless to say, he qualifies for services and will be seeing the OT for 1 hour each week.
I'm usually ok with stuff like this, but today I'm not. I don't get it. I have no problems with the speech issues most of my kiddos have had. I could care less that we've had speech therapy through the state's Birth to Three program or that we've had speech teachers in two public school systems. I've never thought my children were any different than other children. Of course, until now.
Dv., who turned 5 on New Years Eve, is just starting to write his name and many times does it in mirror image. He writes other words as well in the same way. He's not great at using scissors and doesn't hold the pencil in the same way each time he writes. Really, I'm not sure what else there is since I was stupid enough to forget that I had a meeting. I asked for either the OT or the speech therapist to call me, but I haven't heard anything yet. I only received a short note from Dv's pre-k teacher telling me the results of the testing/meeting.
It makes me sad. I don't know why. Logically, I shouldn't have an issue with it whatsoever. Dv. is a little love bug. He is probably our most affectionate kiddo. He is funny and is also probably most like his Daddy. He LOVES all things tools/heavy equipment and his idea of a good time is playing "worker guy". Back when he was a young 4, he had a full conversation with my neighbor about what vehicles use diesel and what vehicles use gasoline. Last week during a warm spring afternoon, he was trying to make ramps up the picnic table so that he could drive the Little Tykes cozy coupe up. He settled for making ramps for the Tonka dump truck instead as it was just too steep with the wood he had to use for the cozy coupe.
In the grand scheme of things, this probably isn't even a raindrop in an ocean, but it's bugging me enough wonder what I did wrong.
I'm usually ok with stuff like this, but today I'm not. I don't get it. I have no problems with the speech issues most of my kiddos have had. I could care less that we've had speech therapy through the state's Birth to Three program or that we've had speech teachers in two public school systems. I've never thought my children were any different than other children. Of course, until now.
Dv., who turned 5 on New Years Eve, is just starting to write his name and many times does it in mirror image. He writes other words as well in the same way. He's not great at using scissors and doesn't hold the pencil in the same way each time he writes. Really, I'm not sure what else there is since I was stupid enough to forget that I had a meeting. I asked for either the OT or the speech therapist to call me, but I haven't heard anything yet. I only received a short note from Dv's pre-k teacher telling me the results of the testing/meeting.
It makes me sad. I don't know why. Logically, I shouldn't have an issue with it whatsoever. Dv. is a little love bug. He is probably our most affectionate kiddo. He is funny and is also probably most like his Daddy. He LOVES all things tools/heavy equipment and his idea of a good time is playing "worker guy". Back when he was a young 4, he had a full conversation with my neighbor about what vehicles use diesel and what vehicles use gasoline. Last week during a warm spring afternoon, he was trying to make ramps up the picnic table so that he could drive the Little Tykes cozy coupe up. He settled for making ramps for the Tonka dump truck instead as it was just too steep with the wood he had to use for the cozy coupe.
In the grand scheme of things, this probably isn't even a raindrop in an ocean, but it's bugging me enough wonder what I did wrong.
Another weekend passes by
Monday, Monday.
This weekend went by pretty quickly which really just is in line with the week before it which zoomed by. Time just does not stand still these days.
Friday we had B's friend, Adri stay over. She is a senior at J's high school and attends B's high school part time (just Arts courses). The girls fell asleep before 10pm which should tell you how exhausting Dance Fest (and the lead up to it) was. We didn't do much Friday evening. T wasn't up for dance as we've all been fighting a cold this week. Hubby and I along with Dn. & Dv. went to spend some time with Nana during the evening as hubby's mom & sister were out that evening. Nana is well into her 90s and just is starting to not remember things. She spends the winters with my MIL & FIL and then goes back to her home sometime in May. I brought her some chocolate chocolate chip cookies and we had some tea. It was a nice quiet visit.
Saturday brought more rainy, cold weather. I did the treadmill that morning and had intended on doing some Pilates too, but the kids were crazy that morning - especially Em. She must've had 14 accidents and went through 20 pairs of underwear. The last straw was that she had a bm on the potty and never told anyone so she could get wiped properly. GRRRRRR. Anyway, after I showered both of us, we took a little nap. Hubby worked most of the day, J. had A. over and then around 9pm hubby and I brought Adri home, went to Evil-mart so we could get the stuff we needed for T's birthday & lasagna dinner the next day and then came home & hubby brought A. home.
I woke up on Sunday and started on getting T's requested cake done (angel food w/choc. pudding in the middle). I cleaned up the kitchen a bit and poured some coffee. I had full intentions of heading to church and then just decided not to. Bad me. I felt a bit guilty, but I worked that off on the treadmill, doing some arm work and pilates. I must've done one of the pilates moves the way I should have because my arse (glutes) hurt ALL day. I found that doing the exercises without the video talking to me is better. I can concentrate on making sure I'm doing the moves properly instead of making sure I'm keeping up. hahaha I'm not the most coordinated person. Thankfully my girls seem to be a bit better at the coordination!
So I started getting the lasagna prepared, the french bread baked and the salad made. At the last minute, I had hubby invite his single uncle who lives about 20 minutes away. By the time everyone arrived (around 4pm), I was just finishing up the salad and waiting on the whole wheat french bread to come out of the oven. I felt really discombobulated yesterday - like detached from things. My brain was fried and I just could NOT focus. It was really very weird. I was exhausted, but I couldn't sit still and my body literally ached from the exercise of the morning.
We sat down and ate. Well, the adults sat around the table (along w/Em) and the kiddos made their plates and found a place somewhere else. I hadn't put the leaves in the table or made sure we had plenty of extra chairs (again, I don't know where my head was yesterday). Even still, I don't think we can fit more than 12 around the table and we had 14 all together. Just about the time I started clearing the table, my BIL & SIL pulled in. I had ordered a cookbook from my nephews' & niece's school PTO and I wasn't able to pick it up last week so they were dropping it off because they were at my SIL's sister's house which is about 15 minutes from here. It was a bit awkward to have them show up since they weren't invited, but everyone else was. Hubby, bless his heart, was quick to invite them all in for T's cake, but BIL insisted that they needed to get home and left. I'm waiting to see if having everyone here, but them, causes ill will between SIL & I. I hope not. I had explained to SIL that we planned on having a kid party for T at a local indoor play place at a later date and that my nephew would be invited to that. This is standard operating procedure for BIL & SIL. There have been more times than I can count that we've not been invited to their home, but the rest of the family has been. Anyway, fingers crossed. I'm not in any mood for drama. Adding to the "Will there be drama?" question is that I found out that SIL may not be going to Cape Cod for Easter. My MIL (whom I invited to Easter dinner last week when I found out they weren't going) asked if we wanted to have dinner at her house. I asked her why because we all know I'm nosey like that. She told me about SIL staying home and I told her that no, we'd have dinner here, but that I would extend the invite to SIL (and whoever does not go to the Cape - apparently BIL is still going with some of the children??) I sent the email invite out this morning so we shall see. I cannot imagine SIL wanting to spend her free time with us, but it will be fine if she does. The more the merrier!
T loved his dinner, enjoyed his gifts and his cake & ice cream. Everyone left around 7:30. The boys made their lunches, took showers and then we all crashed out in my bed watching the beginning of Madagascar. Hubby got home around 9pm (he had to pick B up from youth group & drop A. off) and put the boys & Em to bed. He then was nice enough to give me a full body massage. Seriously - after the pain I had been in ALL day, I think I cried with joy a few times.
All in all, a pretty good weekend. I just hope that I am able to focus this week. Seriously, this not being able to focus stuff sucks.
This weekend went by pretty quickly which really just is in line with the week before it which zoomed by. Time just does not stand still these days.
Friday we had B's friend, Adri stay over. She is a senior at J's high school and attends B's high school part time (just Arts courses). The girls fell asleep before 10pm which should tell you how exhausting Dance Fest (and the lead up to it) was. We didn't do much Friday evening. T wasn't up for dance as we've all been fighting a cold this week. Hubby and I along with Dn. & Dv. went to spend some time with Nana during the evening as hubby's mom & sister were out that evening. Nana is well into her 90s and just is starting to not remember things. She spends the winters with my MIL & FIL and then goes back to her home sometime in May. I brought her some chocolate chocolate chip cookies and we had some tea. It was a nice quiet visit.
Saturday brought more rainy, cold weather. I did the treadmill that morning and had intended on doing some Pilates too, but the kids were crazy that morning - especially Em. She must've had 14 accidents and went through 20 pairs of underwear. The last straw was that she had a bm on the potty and never told anyone so she could get wiped properly. GRRRRRR. Anyway, after I showered both of us, we took a little nap. Hubby worked most of the day, J. had A. over and then around 9pm hubby and I brought Adri home, went to Evil-mart so we could get the stuff we needed for T's birthday & lasagna dinner the next day and then came home & hubby brought A. home.
I woke up on Sunday and started on getting T's requested cake done (angel food w/choc. pudding in the middle). I cleaned up the kitchen a bit and poured some coffee. I had full intentions of heading to church and then just decided not to. Bad me. I felt a bit guilty, but I worked that off on the treadmill, doing some arm work and pilates. I must've done one of the pilates moves the way I should have because my arse (glutes) hurt ALL day. I found that doing the exercises without the video talking to me is better. I can concentrate on making sure I'm doing the moves properly instead of making sure I'm keeping up. hahaha I'm not the most coordinated person. Thankfully my girls seem to be a bit better at the coordination!
So I started getting the lasagna prepared, the french bread baked and the salad made. At the last minute, I had hubby invite his single uncle who lives about 20 minutes away. By the time everyone arrived (around 4pm), I was just finishing up the salad and waiting on the whole wheat french bread to come out of the oven. I felt really discombobulated yesterday - like detached from things. My brain was fried and I just could NOT focus. It was really very weird. I was exhausted, but I couldn't sit still and my body literally ached from the exercise of the morning.
We sat down and ate. Well, the adults sat around the table (along w/Em) and the kiddos made their plates and found a place somewhere else. I hadn't put the leaves in the table or made sure we had plenty of extra chairs (again, I don't know where my head was yesterday). Even still, I don't think we can fit more than 12 around the table and we had 14 all together. Just about the time I started clearing the table, my BIL & SIL pulled in. I had ordered a cookbook from my nephews' & niece's school PTO and I wasn't able to pick it up last week so they were dropping it off because they were at my SIL's sister's house which is about 15 minutes from here. It was a bit awkward to have them show up since they weren't invited, but everyone else was. Hubby, bless his heart, was quick to invite them all in for T's cake, but BIL insisted that they needed to get home and left. I'm waiting to see if having everyone here, but them, causes ill will between SIL & I. I hope not. I had explained to SIL that we planned on having a kid party for T at a local indoor play place at a later date and that my nephew would be invited to that. This is standard operating procedure for BIL & SIL. There have been more times than I can count that we've not been invited to their home, but the rest of the family has been. Anyway, fingers crossed. I'm not in any mood for drama. Adding to the "Will there be drama?" question is that I found out that SIL may not be going to Cape Cod for Easter. My MIL (whom I invited to Easter dinner last week when I found out they weren't going) asked if we wanted to have dinner at her house. I asked her why because we all know I'm nosey like that. She told me about SIL staying home and I told her that no, we'd have dinner here, but that I would extend the invite to SIL (and whoever does not go to the Cape - apparently BIL is still going with some of the children??) I sent the email invite out this morning so we shall see. I cannot imagine SIL wanting to spend her free time with us, but it will be fine if she does. The more the merrier!
T loved his dinner, enjoyed his gifts and his cake & ice cream. Everyone left around 7:30. The boys made their lunches, took showers and then we all crashed out in my bed watching the beginning of Madagascar. Hubby got home around 9pm (he had to pick B up from youth group & drop A. off) and put the boys & Em to bed. He then was nice enough to give me a full body massage. Seriously - after the pain I had been in ALL day, I think I cried with joy a few times.
All in all, a pretty good weekend. I just hope that I am able to focus this week. Seriously, this not being able to focus stuff sucks.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
On Dance Fest & being a parent
The first evening of Dance Fest was a success! Bec's self choreographed piece was AWESOME and I was super impressed. I mean, most parents are proud of their kiddos, but this went above and beyond that. To be able to think up a dance and then execute it in a pleasing manner is WAY cool in this Mama's eyes! I think Bec was in 5 acts all together. It is such an intimate theater that you feel like you are on stage with them. The other pieces were interesting as well. There is a MUCHO amount of talent in that school.
As promised, Bec's self choreographed dance did bring tears. At the very end of the dance, my nephew's picture in full Marine dress was up on the big screen. Bec had warned her aunt to bring tissues and we all needed them. I told my SIL that Bec may not wear her heart on her sleeve, but she feels very deeply - down to her soul. She misses her cousin and wants him to always be safe. I know when J makes his way into the Marines, it will be sad times here. Just a short private discussion of it has brought Bec & I to tears together.
It's hard being a parent. I think most parents would agree to that statement, but it is even harder when your children start making their own decisions. You realize what little control you had over them has slipped away. Now, to be perfectly honest, my big(ger) kids are good kids. I've not had issues with drugs or drinking (except for J's *experimenting* which we became fully aware of shortly afterward on both accounts) and for that I'm extremely grateful. I also have kiddos who will talk to me. Heck, get them into a car alone and the tongues never stop wagging. I love that part. I've come to understand that while teenagers can sometimes drive me to distraction, I also have a heart for them. I appreciate their struggles and can empathize with most anything they are going through. Part of me is so thankful of all the turmoil I went through as a teen because I think that is what allows me to understand & empathize. I also have the privilege to watch my SIL let go of my nephew and allow him to be an adult. Gah. It's hard watching them fly, but so rewarding because you know you had a small part of making them who they are.
As promised, Bec's self choreographed dance did bring tears. At the very end of the dance, my nephew's picture in full Marine dress was up on the big screen. Bec had warned her aunt to bring tissues and we all needed them. I told my SIL that Bec may not wear her heart on her sleeve, but she feels very deeply - down to her soul. She misses her cousin and wants him to always be safe. I know when J makes his way into the Marines, it will be sad times here. Just a short private discussion of it has brought Bec & I to tears together.
It's hard being a parent. I think most parents would agree to that statement, but it is even harder when your children start making their own decisions. You realize what little control you had over them has slipped away. Now, to be perfectly honest, my big(ger) kids are good kids. I've not had issues with drugs or drinking (except for J's *experimenting* which we became fully aware of shortly afterward on both accounts) and for that I'm extremely grateful. I also have kiddos who will talk to me. Heck, get them into a car alone and the tongues never stop wagging. I love that part. I've come to understand that while teenagers can sometimes drive me to distraction, I also have a heart for them. I appreciate their struggles and can empathize with most anything they are going through. Part of me is so thankful of all the turmoil I went through as a teen because I think that is what allows me to understand & empathize. I also have the privilege to watch my SIL let go of my nephew and allow him to be an adult. Gah. It's hard watching them fly, but so rewarding because you know you had a small part of making them who they are.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
It was a good day :)
Friday was a good day.
Bec did not have school because of a teacher professional development day. That meant I could take Dn. to the dentist without worrying about getting Da. out of school early or dragging Em along with me. Although, truth be told, the kids see a pediatric dentist now so the office is clearly geared for them.
After I had dropped Dn. back off at school, Bec and the two little ones and I headed over to the dance store. Bec has Dance Fest this week at school and she needed to get a new leotard, full body tights and some foot underwear. Yes, foot underwear. $20 for a thin piece of fabric that slides on over your toes and that has two small pieces of cowhide on the bottom so that you can spin on stage without pulling the skin off of your feet. She tried them out in an open dance room while T. was at dance last night and said that they work great. They better for $20. Seriously...why can't I think stuff up like this?
After the dance store, we headed over to see my mother. I have not seen or heard from my mother since Christmas time. I have to admit that I've been a bit surprised that I haven't heard from her. I was sick all friggen' winter so going over there was out of the question. My mother's husband has a degenerative lung disease so any type of respiratory illness could stick him in the hospital. It was an ok visit on the whole. Seeing the kids makes my mom happy although she is always weepy when I leave. I have a hard time listening to her husband complain that her prescription (Excelon) is $230. This is the med that she takes for her Alzheimer's. If he wants to continue to live in his house and not a nursing home, he really should shut up and be grateful that they can afford the prescription! He had her in tears over this before I left. He really pisses me off if you couldn't tell, but I digress....
We hung out at home for a bit, had a quick dinner (soup...need.to.go.grocery.shopping) and took T. to dance. We then headed over to the ILs because my awesome MIL bought Bec some new ballet shoes (hers were falling apart) and she needed to try them on. Hubby met us there a bit later and then we all headed for home around 9pm.
I guess the nicest thing about yesterday was not only spending the day out with half of my kiddos, but also the fact that hubby and I were texting each other all day and missing each other. This is the way life is supposed to be....these are the things that make it all worth it.
Bec did not have school because of a teacher professional development day. That meant I could take Dn. to the dentist without worrying about getting Da. out of school early or dragging Em along with me. Although, truth be told, the kids see a pediatric dentist now so the office is clearly geared for them.
After I had dropped Dn. back off at school, Bec and the two little ones and I headed over to the dance store. Bec has Dance Fest this week at school and she needed to get a new leotard, full body tights and some foot underwear. Yes, foot underwear. $20 for a thin piece of fabric that slides on over your toes and that has two small pieces of cowhide on the bottom so that you can spin on stage without pulling the skin off of your feet. She tried them out in an open dance room while T. was at dance last night and said that they work great. They better for $20. Seriously...why can't I think stuff up like this?
After the dance store, we headed over to see my mother. I have not seen or heard from my mother since Christmas time. I have to admit that I've been a bit surprised that I haven't heard from her. I was sick all friggen' winter so going over there was out of the question. My mother's husband has a degenerative lung disease so any type of respiratory illness could stick him in the hospital. It was an ok visit on the whole. Seeing the kids makes my mom happy although she is always weepy when I leave. I have a hard time listening to her husband complain that her prescription (Excelon) is $230. This is the med that she takes for her Alzheimer's. If he wants to continue to live in his house and not a nursing home, he really should shut up and be grateful that they can afford the prescription! He had her in tears over this before I left. He really pisses me off if you couldn't tell, but I digress....
We hung out at home for a bit, had a quick dinner (soup...need.to.go.grocery.shopping) and took T. to dance. We then headed over to the ILs because my awesome MIL bought Bec some new ballet shoes (hers were falling apart) and she needed to try them on. Hubby met us there a bit later and then we all headed for home around 9pm.
I guess the nicest thing about yesterday was not only spending the day out with half of my kiddos, but also the fact that hubby and I were texting each other all day and missing each other. This is the way life is supposed to be....these are the things that make it all worth it.
Friday, March 27, 2009
TGIF
It's been a long week.
Today is day 5 of exercising for the week. I've been doing ok. I think I likely need to step up my exercise time to see any difference in body weight. Not so sure I'm ready to step it up quite yet. I'm just going to keep going as is for a bit I think. As I commented on my friend Julie's blog, slow and steady wins the race. The pilates is doing some good though. I highly recommend Gaiam's Beginner Mat Workout. It is only about 25 minutes long and has modified versions of all the exercises for people like me who have let their stomach/core muscles go to hell in a hand basket. I also have some exercises with my large exercise ball that I use as a desk chair. The ball is also really handy for stretching out my back & extra ab work.
I also was in conflict with hubby most of the week. I tried to blog about it yesterday, but nothing made sense. I just cried and cried. I'm not cut out for hurt & anger lasting anymore than a couple of hours. This went on for like 3 days. When he didn't even say good bye to me yesterday morning, I about burst a gasket. I teetered in between grumpy & basket case all day. Thankfully he came home early, we talked and sorted things out. Making up is super awesome, but the conflict part really took its toll on my whole body/mind. I am just plain tired today.
Looking forward to a good weekend. Today's high temp is supposed to hit 60 degrees. I'm so ready for spring. If D didn't have a dentist appointment this morning, I would SO be walking outside, but since I can't, I have to make this short & sweet and head to the treadmill.
Today is day 5 of exercising for the week. I've been doing ok. I think I likely need to step up my exercise time to see any difference in body weight. Not so sure I'm ready to step it up quite yet. I'm just going to keep going as is for a bit I think. As I commented on my friend Julie's blog, slow and steady wins the race. The pilates is doing some good though. I highly recommend Gaiam's Beginner Mat Workout. It is only about 25 minutes long and has modified versions of all the exercises for people like me who have let their stomach/core muscles go to hell in a hand basket. I also have some exercises with my large exercise ball that I use as a desk chair. The ball is also really handy for stretching out my back & extra ab work.
I also was in conflict with hubby most of the week. I tried to blog about it yesterday, but nothing made sense. I just cried and cried. I'm not cut out for hurt & anger lasting anymore than a couple of hours. This went on for like 3 days. When he didn't even say good bye to me yesterday morning, I about burst a gasket. I teetered in between grumpy & basket case all day. Thankfully he came home early, we talked and sorted things out. Making up is super awesome, but the conflict part really took its toll on my whole body/mind. I am just plain tired today.
Looking forward to a good weekend. Today's high temp is supposed to hit 60 degrees. I'm so ready for spring. If D didn't have a dentist appointment this morning, I would SO be walking outside, but since I can't, I have to make this short & sweet and head to the treadmill.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
just the weekend facts
It's another Monday. Hooray :)
I was happy to sleep in this morning although I do have quite a bit of laundry to do. Ok, a rather big bit because I slacked off at the end of last week and did nothing all weekend. The house probably could use a good cleaning too, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. I refuse to try and clean while the kids are home from school. It is a battle I will never win while they are small I'm afraid. It's ok. I know the dust bunnies and dirt in the sink will be there tomorrow. As long as the kitchen is clean, I'm ok for today.
Friday was fun. Bec brought home a friend from school so they could get ready for ACT's first semi formal dance. Bec and I shopped on Wednesday evening for a new dress & shoes for her and ended up with a pretty mid thigh length empire waisted dress. We also had to buy her a new bra - OMGOSH - Does she have boobage now!!! She came into my room before I had to leave for T's dance and asked me to pin the dress because she was a bit embarrassed at the amount of skin it was showing in the chest area. Hubby had offered to chaperone and so he brought both girls to the school and stayed. He and I texted back and forth a few times while he was there. I took T to dance with the other younger ones (J was home alone) and then went to hang out at the IL's for awhile. The kids had taken a movie for the wait at dance and I giggled through most of the movie (Barnyard). I still haven't actually seen the movie, but I listened to it. I can see why my kiddos like it!
Things are much better now that AF arrived. She arrived right on time Saturday and I had to take her to the big party that night. The fact that my mood was more even keeled was a blessing. Hubby and I did make up the other day and he did apologize. He knew I had a headache, but he also thought that I was using it as an excuse to play hooky from being in David's classroom. Perhaps he is a little bit right, but I just couldn't handle a headache and a room full of 3-5 year olds. I'm sure this probably makes me some kind of terrible mother, but since I know I'm not up for the MOTY award anyway, I'm ok with that.
We arrived at J&L's St. Paddy's party bringing a 12 pack of Corona Light & a lime, freshly baked Irish soda bread and some yummy, seedless raspberry empanadas just for L. By midnight I noticed Chris and I were keeping pace drinking (4 or 5 each). Ooops. I stopped drinking, ate some of the yummy food and started drinking water instead. Thankfully these parties are always late ones so by the time we walked out the door at 10 of 3 (yep - 3 in the morning) I was nothing, but tired, and my feet were killing me from wearing my black high heeled boots (how I love thee even more so, my ugly yet comfortable crocs). I also knew that we could sleep at J&L's if needed or we could have called Jeremy to pick us up in his car.
Sunday I woke up at 8am after getting less than 5 hours of sleep and got my Sunday school lesson together. I drank some diet coke w/lime (they taste very good when you only have them every couple of months) and went to church. They've changed the set up at church and I wasn't sure I'd like it much. Instead of having Sunday school during the time the sermon is going on in the sanctuary, we have it after church. I was afraid church would be over much later, which honestly eats into the one day we have as a family, but was pleasantly surprised. I thanked God for helping me keep an open mind because during the week I was very upset with the whole thing and had stewed about it over and over again. I also was proud of myself for not falling asleep during the sermon. I even held my yawns in until right at the end. Not too shabby. I can even tell you what the sermon was about - even if it was just in general terms. ;)
So Sunday afternoon after I ate some lunch I put on the race and promptly slept the rest of the day. I woke up at the end of the race, made supper (pancakes, bacon & homemade maple & brown sugar oatmeal) and then helped David & Daniel with their homework projects. I then went back to bed, but I didn't sleep until after midnight. I guess maybe my nap was a bit too long?
I'm glad that the weekend was overall pretty nice. I didn't exercise at all on Saturday or Sunday, but I did make it a full 5 days so that is better than nothing. I've found that fitting in at least 30 minutes of exercise each day is much easier than trying to find an hour. Shoot for 30 - anything over that is just a bonus, right?
I was happy to sleep in this morning although I do have quite a bit of laundry to do. Ok, a rather big bit because I slacked off at the end of last week and did nothing all weekend. The house probably could use a good cleaning too, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. I refuse to try and clean while the kids are home from school. It is a battle I will never win while they are small I'm afraid. It's ok. I know the dust bunnies and dirt in the sink will be there tomorrow. As long as the kitchen is clean, I'm ok for today.
Friday was fun. Bec brought home a friend from school so they could get ready for ACT's first semi formal dance. Bec and I shopped on Wednesday evening for a new dress & shoes for her and ended up with a pretty mid thigh length empire waisted dress. We also had to buy her a new bra - OMGOSH - Does she have boobage now!!! She came into my room before I had to leave for T's dance and asked me to pin the dress because she was a bit embarrassed at the amount of skin it was showing in the chest area. Hubby had offered to chaperone and so he brought both girls to the school and stayed. He and I texted back and forth a few times while he was there. I took T to dance with the other younger ones (J was home alone) and then went to hang out at the IL's for awhile. The kids had taken a movie for the wait at dance and I giggled through most of the movie (Barnyard). I still haven't actually seen the movie, but I listened to it. I can see why my kiddos like it!
Things are much better now that AF arrived. She arrived right on time Saturday and I had to take her to the big party that night. The fact that my mood was more even keeled was a blessing. Hubby and I did make up the other day and he did apologize. He knew I had a headache, but he also thought that I was using it as an excuse to play hooky from being in David's classroom. Perhaps he is a little bit right, but I just couldn't handle a headache and a room full of 3-5 year olds. I'm sure this probably makes me some kind of terrible mother, but since I know I'm not up for the MOTY award anyway, I'm ok with that.
We arrived at J&L's St. Paddy's party bringing a 12 pack of Corona Light & a lime, freshly baked Irish soda bread and some yummy, seedless raspberry empanadas just for L. By midnight I noticed Chris and I were keeping pace drinking (4 or 5 each). Ooops. I stopped drinking, ate some of the yummy food and started drinking water instead. Thankfully these parties are always late ones so by the time we walked out the door at 10 of 3 (yep - 3 in the morning) I was nothing, but tired, and my feet were killing me from wearing my black high heeled boots (how I love thee even more so, my ugly yet comfortable crocs). I also knew that we could sleep at J&L's if needed or we could have called Jeremy to pick us up in his car.
Sunday I woke up at 8am after getting less than 5 hours of sleep and got my Sunday school lesson together. I drank some diet coke w/lime (they taste very good when you only have them every couple of months) and went to church. They've changed the set up at church and I wasn't sure I'd like it much. Instead of having Sunday school during the time the sermon is going on in the sanctuary, we have it after church. I was afraid church would be over much later, which honestly eats into the one day we have as a family, but was pleasantly surprised. I thanked God for helping me keep an open mind because during the week I was very upset with the whole thing and had stewed about it over and over again. I also was proud of myself for not falling asleep during the sermon. I even held my yawns in until right at the end. Not too shabby. I can even tell you what the sermon was about - even if it was just in general terms. ;)
So Sunday afternoon after I ate some lunch I put on the race and promptly slept the rest of the day. I woke up at the end of the race, made supper (pancakes, bacon & homemade maple & brown sugar oatmeal) and then helped David & Daniel with their homework projects. I then went back to bed, but I didn't sleep until after midnight. I guess maybe my nap was a bit too long?
I'm glad that the weekend was overall pretty nice. I didn't exercise at all on Saturday or Sunday, but I did make it a full 5 days so that is better than nothing. I've found that fitting in at least 30 minutes of exercise each day is much easier than trying to find an hour. Shoot for 30 - anything over that is just a bonus, right?
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
