I've started this post no less than 4 times over the last 2 or so days. It's not that what I want to say is hard to put into words or anything. I just don't have much to say. For a change.
The kids have been fighting (-normal).
We're trying to get some school done-(normal).
I am still frustrated with some of my bad habits-(normal).
There just doesn't seem to be enough time in the day to cram everything I need to get done PLUS the things I want to get done(-normal).
I'm just in a slump, I guess. Even my facebook posts have been boring. I've resorted to posting some of my favorite quotes from movies. (Death cannot stop true love. It can only delay it for awhile.) They've resulted in the most comments ever on my profile but still...not very exciting.
Hopefully, I'll get my butt in gear and work on my resolutions I promised myself earlier this month.
And, (I can't believe I'm saying this) hopefully my kids will do something noteworthy. Please Lord, don't let it involve blood or any other bodily fluids. Amen.
Dear Other Person That Is Going Into The Same Establishment As Myself And My Four Children,
I know you see me unloading my four children out of our mini-van. I know you think we are having such a fantastic time. I know you see my children running around the parking lot like hooligans and think to yourself: "I just have to be part of that!".
I also know that your best solution to that is to park right beside us. Even though there are about 107 other parking spaces open around you.
And, by "right beside us" I mean within inches of our van.
I understand you are just trying to be friendly. And maybe, perhaps, you're one of those "people persons" and you probably also will be standing up against me in the check out line.
But. Seriously? I am only a mother. Taking 4 children into a public place. My patience only goes so far.
Take this as my fair warning to you: If you continue to park 3 inches from us, while there are many other open spaces available to you, I will not stop my children from doing any of the following:
hitting your car with our door
putting their gum on your mirror
actually opening your door to pet your dog
drawing "Josie is dumb" on your windshield
taking a rare, limited edition Littlest Pet Shop and letting it ride on your hood
If you come out to find any of those things, well, you know? I warned you.
A Mother Of Four, Frustrated With Parking Idiots
Happy New Year! Yes, I am perfectly aware that we are 7 days in to the so called New Year.
But, you see I'm still trying to catch up from Christmas.
If we could just inserted about, oh say, another week into this month, preferably soon, I'd be ready to roll.
We were off for 2 weeks, from school. I had high hopes of
getting ahead in school
getting ahead in cleaning/organizing the house
finishing some unfinished projects
having some quiet, down time with the kids
The only thing I can honestly cross of that list is the last one. And we only had about a day of lazy time.
Now, here it is the first week back into real life and not only do I have regrets about the Christmas holiday but a whole year's full as well.
I have plenty of resolutions. I think most people do. But, I try to keep them personal. Yes, I know, sometimes verbalizing resolutions helps you be accountable and such. The people that matter most know the things I am working on.
I am trying to keep them simple and slow. For instance, I want to be healthier. My first step is to cut out the soda pop. I drink a lot. It is diet soda but it's still not good for me. So, I'm trying to drink more water. Once I master this new habit, I'll move on to something else.
Hopefully, by the end of this year, I'll look back and have a whole list of bad habits replaced by new, better habits.
I will end with this conversation I had with my hubby last night. We were discussing turning the kitchen table around.
Me: What if we put it this way?
Me: What if we turn it like this (hand gestures). No. Then at least 2 of the kids would have to sit up against the wall. That would bother me.
Him: Yeah. That would just be making it easier for them to put boogers on the wall.
Me: Yeah. You're right. Never mind.
It only hit me later that I wasn't shocked about boogers on the wall. I didn't argue or try to deny the boogers existence.
Does that qualify me as a seasoned parent? If that doesn't, I don't want to know what would!