Today, I’ve got nothing. Nothing witty or planned or exciting. And yet, I must write. I promised myself, this was the year I would push myself to write every day.
So, I will just go with a plethora of things on my mind. Get ready for an exciting ride.
I am LOVING my Tracy Anderson workouts. I have yet to have her body…or her boobs (I wonder if doing her workouts can shrink my body and grow my boobs….), but I can say that every day I am excited to put the videos on and get my bootie busy. And while I’m not quite as gifted in the coordination department and she may be, I have a feeling in a few weeks, I may be somewhat ready to audition for So You Think You Can Dance. Or, maybe even Dancing With the Stars. It’s about time they have a blogger on that show. Hey, we’re stars too! And each season that passes, they do seem more hard up for “stars.” So hey, DWTS, I’m available!
Sometimes I think when your kids are really pushing you to the limits, it’s not so bad to allow them to see some tiny portion of the mental breakdown you may be having. Example: Taylor threw the LARGEST temper tantrum last week during his swim lesson. It was so bad that the entire pool as well as the neighborhood surrounding the school, stopped what they were doing and all turned to stare at the hot mess that was my son. I felt rage. And shame. And utter humiliation. And once I made it to the car and got both my screaming children in their seats, I got in, locked the doors, and joined in on the tantrum. And I cried. And I cried and I cried and I cried. All the way home, all the way through dinner, all the way through bedtime. And while all Tay got to see was the portion in the car, it was enough to sober the child up a bit. I explained to him that my heart was sad because his attitude was so bad. And ever since….there have been no more tears at swim. So, I’m just sayin’.
Speaking of discipline, I have this great system in place for Taylor. When he’s in trouble I send him to the bathroom for time out. It’s far enough away from my hanging out space that I don’t have to hear him, and it’s boring enough that he doesn’t want to be in there for long. But, here’s the best part. When I send him there, I hand him a Clorox wipe and order him to clean the counter and the sink, and not to come out until it’s done. I would say at least every other day I have a clean bathroom, if not every day. It’s lovely.
Every once in awhile I question my need for Social Media. Like why do I need to tell strangers my every passing thought or action going on in my life? And then I realize, it makes me feel attached to society when I’m home all day with kids. Then I love it.
I have recently learned that PMS is real. And for me it means lots of crying and lots of carb eating. And it isn’t my favorite time of the month. Nor is it Jimmy’s.
I have a stack of little things I need to do, and every day I don’t do them. What is wrong with me?
I’m getting a tattoo for my birthday, and this is where I think I want it. Now I just need to design it and get some vicodin to get me through the pain. I can’t wait.
Annnnnd, that’s about all I have. Trust me, it was as exciting for me to write as I’m sure it was for you to read.
Take care then.
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