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Smack me upside the head with an iron skillet and wake me when winter's over! This winter has dragged on and on. In reality it isn't any worse than the Indiana winters I remember as a kid, but we've had so many mild winters over the past few years it just seems REAALLY long.

As a result I feel like I've grown lazy and too well accustomed to just sitting around the house in my jammies and not going out unless absolutely necessary. Obviously my children aren't hugely appreciative, and my friends have begun to wonder if I have escaped into the vast darkness of my mind. For a minute facebook posts and blogs were the few signs I was alive, then I think people began to wonder if that was in fact me, or an actor hired to play me in the not so popular b-movie version of my life.

Hmm, wonder if you can really hire someone to play you while you go off and get some stuff done....ha nevermind, I digress.

Anyway, I've become a bit lazy, but that's all about to end.

I've already started running around a bit here and there, getting some things in order, and ofcourse there are ALWAYS "Motherly Duties" around the house that keep me moving. However kids sports are about to start, I'm feeling the urge to start working out again, and midterms will be very soon. Gabi started practice for the basketball team. Kirstan is practicing for softball. Jeremy and Jalynn are wanting to join karate at the Wellness Center - not to mention there softball season will start soon. Plus as soon as the sun grace's us on a more permanent basis and adds warmth I am going to want to spend a whole lot more time just sitting outside, basking in the sun on my face, and reading a good book!

I can already feel the proverbial soccer mom wheels turning. I'm looking forward to it and apprehensive all at the same time. I get exhausted, and healthy family dinners are more difficult to get in when we're running all the time.

Hopefully, it will get easier over time,,,,cause right now I get worn out just from the normal everyday tasks!! I know how I keep moving and keep going when it seems like I should crash. But I'm curious how do other women do it? Those with kids,...those without....go ahead leave a comment and answer,...I dare you.

DONT'S for Kids: A Mom's Guide To Keeping You Out Of Trouble

DONT'S for Kids: A Mom's Guide To Keeping You Out Of Trouble

These are not all my own but I saw them on another blog and had to add some and post,....too funny!!!

1. DON’T wake your mom up by tapping on her head and saying any of the following: I puked on your floor, I peed in my bed, I found a snake, or I think the car is gone.

2. DON’T decide to “help out” by mopping the floor, bathing the baby or running the dishwasher. Water is fun for you but Mommy pretty much hates it.

3. DON’T attempt to use any of the following household appliances: the phone (even if it is to call the police on your brother), the microwave (I know it’s “easy” because you only have to press one button, but since you can’t read pressing p-o-t-a-t-o instead of p-o-p-c-o-r-n can lead to catastrophic results), the garage door opener (just because you have no business even being in the garage), the washing machine (see above tip regarding water usage), the dryer (because the heat settings DO make a difference), and the iron (don’t worry, you’ll never see this one laying around our house anyway).

4. DON’T use any of the words your mommy uses while she’s driving. That means idiot, jerk face, and stupid are all off limits.

5. DON’T heckle other drivers. Mommy’s got that covered.

6. DON’T store things in the toilet. Your effort to put things away is greatly appreciated, but please refer again to #2 above to fully understand our stance on water based activities.

7. DON’T throw food while at the table. This is particularly important if that table is located in the middle of a restaurant (which is unlikely because no one ever wants to take you anywhere ever, but still).

8. DON’T disrobe without receiving permission in advance (and “in advance” does NOT mean while Mommy is distracted with talking to your teacher at the supermarket).

9. DON’T disrobe in public regardless of advanced permissions you may or may not have received.

10. DON’T ask to accompany Mommy to Starbucks (because that’s her leisure time), the bathroom (because that’s private), or Wal-Mart (because that’s just crazy).

11. DON’T put your shoes on the counter (even if they’re “clean”).

12. DON’T fight dirty with your brothers. Fighting dirty would include any of the following maneuvers: eye gauges, nostril pulling, butt hole assaults, attempted ear drum rupturing, and hitting in the “nuts”.

13. DON’T use the word nuts.

14. DON’T poop your pants at school and then lie when asked about it. Seriously, Dude, people could smell it out in the hallway, it’s time to fess up.

15. DON’T scream for Mommy when she gets ready to go out for her one girl’s night of the quarter. When she’s home you don’t want her so give it a rest. Besides, you should know that once you can rely on your own feet for transportation the affect of your tears has pretty much worn off entirely.

16. DON’T get up before (Mommy has her coffee) the sun.

17. DON'T bring things from outside- indoors. This includes bugs (they belong outside and trust me are much happier out there than under my shoe), Mud pies (I let you make them but won't be eating them), and dandelions (these are not flowers they are weeds, they stink and they have bugs)

18. DON’T grow up. Based on (your father) other men, growing up is a losing situation for Mommy. Gone will be all of your sweet innocence, your pudgy cheeks, and your unconditional love, but you keep all of the pickiness, the stubbornness, and the inflexibility; traits that move from being tolerable to downright annoying.

Wandering Wonders

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted a blog. Not that I haven’t written anything,…just haven’t had anything worth posting, or that I felt comfortable posting. The month of January was a month full of birthdays. Starting with Dec 27th (yeah yeah I know that’s not January- Kindergarten 101- but that’s where it started). My baby girl turned 2 years old. Of course I went through the whole memory lane thing thinking about how it seemed like just yesterday I was discovering I was pregnant and trying to make a plan as to how I was going to add an unexpected baby into the family.

Then #2 Daughter turned 10. TEN! Double digits. That just scared the crap out of me.

Then came my own birthday turning the whopping *cough* 30 SOMETHING *cough*. It wasn’t as bad as I anticipated but then I had other things distracting me from thinking about how OLD I am.

The very next day #2 Son turned 11. This was difficult for me because he isn’t able to be home right now. I found myself very sad that day, wishing he could be with us to celebrate the blessing God gave the world when he was born.

Then just 4 days later my oldest, #1 daughter turned 18. THIS is the birthday that hit me the hardest. My first born was suddenly no longer a child. Sure, she still has child like aspects in her life- still needs to graduate high school, get a job, etc- but she is legally an adult. Her birthday is actually when my new age actually hit me a little harder. True,…I’m not THAT old, but I found myself FEELING old. Facing the idea of one of my babies being all grown up was quite daunting. Especially when she was suddenly coming at me with several very adult wants.

Wow. I think I am still sitting back absorbing all of it. Thus the blog silence. I’ve been having very deep thoughts and ideas ransacking through this pretty little head of mine. Waaay too deep for a wintery weather blog.

Oh, lest I forget, speaking of ransacking through my head… I was watching the Super Bowl with The Man and The Who was playing the half time show. There I was minding my own business and the business of a few football players- who by the way LOST the game- when he says, “That song reminds me of you.” “Why?” I ask, after listening to it a bit. “Because when I hear it, especially the first minute or so of the music it’s what I think it’s like inside your head on any given day.” After paying closer attention I found myself posing the thought to myself, “Compliment? Or is he just saying I’m weird.”

Oh, what song, you ask? Teenage Wasteland. For your listening pleasure I’ve attached the song.
So what do you think? Should I be flattered?