I started it But maybe I did not really commit?

I began the workout routine yesterday, and my thighs are screaming at me! Last spring I had fallen into a steady workout routine and was able to maintain it through most of the summer. Then I let the dreaded I can skip a workout turn into, I will get back into the routine next week, Monday, yes Monday I will recommit. Next thing I knew school was starting and while I did begin to run on a more regular basis I was not fully working out.

However, even though I hurt I feel better about me. Being a wife and mom is hard. Sometimes, I feel my only me time is when I am working out, then I start to think how lame is that.  My me time is working out, yet the workout makes me a better wife and mom.

Sweating it out helps me refocus myself and let go of any crazy mommy emotions. I am hoping to find a better routine this time to balance the time.  Well, that is a good goal, I just have to remember one day at a time.

I find I overcommit in almost everything I do…now when I say overcommit it is short lived. For instance these are wonderful examples:

1. I am going to start to workout and I do like everyday for 5 months, then nothing.

2. I am going to diet and I do for like a week, but during that week I took dieting to a whole new level of extreme.

3. Holidays are coming, I can decorate the house. Hours and sometimes days later Pinterest page populated, running through these amazing visions with the hubby. Plan out everything I need, I can do this, get ready to head out to the craft store. What the hell was I thinking I am not crafty nor do I enjoy crafts, forget this idea I just spent days obsessing over. So this might be an example of under committing.

4. Plan out an entire two weeks of dinners. Of course proudly state the plan, go to the store buy all of the food. Monday come home make dinner, a nice family dinner. Tuesday – ehh let’s order pizza, Wednesday – you know what sounds so good? Thursday – I have to work late, how about I pick up Chinese? Friday – it has been a long week lets go out to eat. Well, I did have good intentions. I should add in about my make ahead meal ordeal, that was one long Sunday cooking for 6 hours. Guess, what never happened again?

5. Laundry why I wait until it is out of control, not sure. But I gather all of the laundry, the boys, mine, towels, etc…and begin.  However by the fourth load the laundry room looks like a bomb of clothes went off. You see I am great at washing and putting it into the dryer. It stops there. Piles of clean clothes start merging with the few clothes I did fold, which start falling into piles of dirty clothes.  You get the picture.

6. Cleaning the house. I have intentions of cleaning one room at a time, however a path of cleaning supplies weaves it way through the house and about 4 hours later one room is clean. What can I say I get distracted and my motivation wavers. Be careful do not trip over the cord of the vacuum, floor steamer, and whatever else I have left out, and please use a different toilet I am cleaning that one with the blue stuff in it that has been sitting for hours.

huh…I think I could probably list a bunch more of things I do not do, but let’s stop here, no need to make myself feel any worse.

Well, this post really got away from me. Over committing as mentioned earlier might be a misstatement lets correct that to I have a lot of really good ideas of things to do, I just do always complete the task. I will however state I do complete my work tasks, my home….working on it 😉.


Vacation take a day off

Work is never-ending, yet everyone needs time to breath. The end of the year is coming, the holidays are coming, have your taken a day off lately. Maybe you need a you day!  All companies should understand that everyone needs some time to unwind and refocus. One day take it if you need it. Believe in yourself to stop and do what is right for you, you will never please everyone, but through hard work you can prove yourself, however if you burn out you will not prove anything.

Take a vacation day and recharge….it’s the season to be crazy busy!

Homework Meltdown

Being a parent is hard; doing homework with your child is hard. Falling back into bad habits you had when you were a child can make it even harder. For instance studying for a test right before the test = disaster.

Fourth Grade no big deal right, been there done that. Except do you really remember everything from 4th grade? Math now is completely different, and our son actually will say the teacher said you would not be able to help me.   Ahh…Mommy may not be able to help you, but she has a secret weapon GOOGLE! Google helps mommy help you. Except he does not know this and does not need to, so when a common core problem has us stumped, I discreetly go to a different room, find the answer, learn how to teach it and swoop in like SUPER MOMMY! Wow, she knows everything, right and it is just that easy. HA! Not really.

Thursday night rolls around, kids were at school all day and Mom and Dad at work all day. No sports, so we have a family dinner. But again it is Thursday so already feeling the end of the week and ready for the weekend. Let’s see what we have to do?

Make lunches, pack snacks, review papers sent home, clean up dinner, get clothes out for tomorrow, showers for both kids, and homework.

Little one – prep for a spelling test and complete Story town homework.

Big one – Math homework, social studies worksheet, study for science test and complete worksheet, and read to 20 minutes.

At this point everything seems good, except let’s fast forward to Sunday night. We have a rule you cannot go and play outside until homework is complete, because it seems like clockwork a meltdown will follow.

This past Sunday the weather was just not very nice so the boys stayed inside all day. Hence, we did not start home work until dinner time. The big one did his math while I cooked dinner. At least we got that piece out of the way. Because we had such a lazy day I did not realize how tired he really was. After dinner began the science test prep, which was torturous since he could not focus or retain the information.

I absolutely hate homework meltdowns. When these occur I feel like such an awful parent for having not taken more time to prepare him. I mean we had Thursday night. I only made him read the chapter and do a worksheet. We had Friday night, but I was just too tired. Saturday I cleaned the house, but did think to myself I should make him some flash cards, or teach him how to make his own flash cards. Instead it was Saturday and I just needed a break. Then we came upon Sunday, which in all truthfulness just got away from us. Leading us to …..SUNDAY EVENING!

Three hours, we worked for 3 long excruciating hours, quizzing reading, re-quizzing, arguing, tears (not mine) loss of TV and electronic privileges. When all was said and done I felt horrible. Why had we not prepared better, why did I wait until then. He seemed to be okay with the information on Thursday night, but then again he was tired.

Nothing bothers me more than when we end a weekend on a meltdown. We work so much and do so much running around I just like to end the weekend on a positive note. Ending with tears and frustration just makes me feel like the WORST PARENT EVER!

I know everyone has ups and downs and kids have to learn things on their own. But he is just learning how to study, and I know I have to be more diligent is helping him succeed in learning the best way to study. I still feel awful. I feel like I let him down and myself. Yet, when he woke up this morning, I quizzed him again. He answered all of the questions correct, I told him great job and hugged him then just let it go. No need to get him all worked up again.

Hopefully, I learned my lesson…..I just hate how much my heart hurts when he is upset. Nothing in life prepares you for what you feel when your child is upset or hurt.

Oblivious People Story 1

Do you know what I hate, what annoys me more than anything, but at times I do envy them. OBLIVIOUS PEOPLE! I can spot you a mile away, and I like to test my patients with you I guess just to piss myself off because nothing good really comes from this.

So last night we went to Five Guys for dinner, not healthy I know so just leave it. Anyway, it does not matter where I am I feel like I am always on high alert, watching, listening and paying attention to what is going on around me. Ok..so we order and of course I start scanning the room and notice only one open table. I go to open table and wait for the family to get their drinks and come sit down.

I make my way over to the pop machine and a father and son are in front of me. Lost…they are lost this is going to take a while so I look to my left at the other pop machine two twentyish girls are in front of lost too. No clue, they have their cups and a receipt, looking at both like they have never seen such a thing. I thought for one second about just barging my way through and look like a complete B****, but decided to play nice. I will be honest I almost always play nice because I really hate mean people. Be considerate and just engaged in the battle in your head.

Father and son are still working on the drinks, I know put cup here, push for ice, select pop, push, stop move the F out of the Way. Next person. Nope, I am standing patiently watching the space girls and father and son. Then it hits me. This father has no clue, none, he is not aware of anything going on around him.

Brain game on…the game I like to play here is I know you have no clue, how can I anticipate your moves. At this point I have established he is in an open self-service restaurant which is busy and has no clue I am even behind him. Let’s test that theory.

When in a busy place at the drink machine, fill cup and move out-of-the-way so that others can get their drinks. Nope not for this guy they struggled and huddled and pushed and poked for a few minutes, with no clue anyone was waiting. The girls besides them were still dazed and confused. I just do not get it, receipts, cup, pop machine smallish restaurant what is so difficult and how can you not be aware of what is going on around you.

Finally father and son complete the drink dispensing engagement turn around and I smile and move out-of-the-way. I move quickly and efficiently to complete my drink dispensing process. Next up condiments, because why would anyone other than MOMMY do this?

To get to the condiment table I must turn around and take 3 steps maybe 5. NOOOOO right in front is oblivious guy. I plan my move stay to left, get ketchup cups, plenty of space to move around if I just lean across the table, with my hip pressed slightly on top to give the proper leverage. I realize I could make my life easier at this point say excuse me, and hope he understands and moves forward. But like I said I like to aggravate myself but in reality he is not in the way much. Grab napkins, straw, cups, thought process he has no idea you are standing behind him getting ketchup. I think to myself how can you not realize I am right here, maybe catch movements out of the corner of your eye? Notice the purple blur because I am in a purple jacket? Nope nothing. Me still thinking he has no idea I am right here.

I keep pushing the lever of the ketchup…I mean my mind is still racing so many observations have taken place within my head of what is happening around us, whose number is being called, if an alien spaceship is landing at the pop machine with the two twentyish girls, how the line to order has gotten to be about 15 deep, we really did order at the perfect time. Wow no other tables are open, glad I took the one I did while the guys got their drinks, why does five guys have vinegar here, am I missing some amazing use for this with my food, they put all their orders in paper bags and never asked to go or for here. Is there a cost saving if they change how they do this? Peanuts, you can grab a small container of peanuts, or like the woman with the to go heading out the door just keep stuffing her hand in the peanuts, I mean why would I use the peanut scooper provided? Everyone wants to touch my hands right, that is not how sicknesses are spread, I wipe my nose, I stuff my hands into an open container of food, that everyone can enjoy, YUMMY! I am super hungry and excited for my burger, I hope it is good, wonder if I got enough fries or I should have order more, I always order too many. What time is it? Oh there is the woman who almost ran us over in the parking lot, she never looked up, around or at us. Do I just zone out sometimes too and not pay attention, could I be like all of these people and just not even know it or I am some strange anomaly overtly aware of her surroundings. Oh good our order should be up next. Then it happens if I could have put us in slow motion I would have taken one step back while he took his steps back but my back was partially to him in order to use my right hand to pump the ketchup and my left to hold the cup. Bump, he did not just bump into me the entire backside of his body rolled into me as I finished with the ketchup. I smiled and he said excuse me. I proceeded to get my ketchup, napkins and stuff then had to say excuse me because I could not get around him. I still have no idea how he could be so oblivious to where I was and what was going on around him, because now more people were waiting. With my hands full and another excuse me I was able to make my way around him, but barely.

What I keep asking myself is it that people are so oblivious of what is going on around?

Do they just truly not care? They will do it when they want, how they want, where they want and not care about how anything affects them?

Maybe I am just a head case?

Pretty sure in this case the guy had no clue, and there was nothing unfriendly in his demeanor, he just looked helpless.






Mommy Mommy Mommy

Friday morning, finally it is the end of the week. I am always so tired by this point in the week and am just ready for the crazy rituals of sports, grocery shopping, cleaning, and laundry the weekend brings.

This morning after my shower before my coffee I came out to get the boys breakfast. As I am walking away to finish getting ready my little one starts the call.

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!!

Me: Yes

Can I tell you something?

Me: Of course what do you have to tell me?

Little man jumps out of his seat and starts to skip over to me. Some of his hair is sticking up on his head. He is in his PJ’s with a bright smile covering his face. He just looks so sweet and happy.

Mommy, Mommy, Mommy did you know if you get a Giant Pumpkin and cut the top off then take all of the gunk out, you can put it in the water and it will float?

Me: No, I did not know this.

Yes, well you can and then you can have a pumpkin race in the water.

Then he turns around and proceeds back to the table to eat his breakfast. I then turn around and head back to finish getting ready except now I have a huge smile on face.

The Toliet and my battle for a dry seat!

There are things in everyone’s life they wish they could change.  My list would be endless, mainly because it is based purely on my emotional state at the time.  Today, I wish we could change the toilet.  You may ask yourself why in the world would you want to change the toilet.  It seems like such a petty request when in life we could change so many other things.
Today, I would like to change the toilet because today this happens to be one key frustration for me personally. Maybe later I can try to change something in the world, but for now I am most concerned about the toilet.  Actually to be exact the toilet in my half bath.  The toilet my young, sweet, caring, devilish, adorable boys cannot seem to figure out how to work.
It seems like such a simple concept.  Maybe if I work to break it down, I can figure out what is so complex about this bathroom fixture that has stumped me wee little ones.  Okay, not wee like toddlers, but I guess wee like how they go wee wee.
This is a toilet. It has a lid, a seat, and the toilet lid and seat do ONE amazing thing, they can go up and they can go down.  Up or Down….Up or Down….Up or Down goes the lid and seat on a toilet. We might be able to actually make a catchy tune out of this.  Hmmm I will have to think about this one for a while. I do sing to the boys, especially when I get angry, this helps instead of screaming. I sing to them what I want them to do or stop doing.
Okay…back on track to the toilet which seats goes up and down.

This is a toilet with the lid down.  If you need to use the toilet, place you fingers at the front as and SLOWLY pull upwards until the lid is resting against the back of the toilet.   When complete the toilet should look like this.


If you have to # 2 sit down and have at it. If you have to go # 1 you must lift again. Oh…little boys if you have to go # 1 lift again…so that the toilet looks like this. See below.

Now, you are ready to go wee, but make sure the wee hits inside the bowl, not on the wall, not on the floor, not on the back of the toilet.  GET IT IN THE BOWL!  Boys it is like a game of basketball get it in the net.  Or like a game of golf, GET IT IN THE HOLE!  Hear this change through you mind in the bowl or in hold = I WIN….plus then so does Mommy!

Do not turn while going stay focuses.  Sadly, however in my house we like to skip this last lifting step.  And Mommy is who pays the price, so today I would like to be able to sit down without inspecting my toilet first or quickly realizing I forgot to inspect it.  We started off to a rough start this morning, but hopefully later today we can succeed in our mission of lifting before peeing.