Resolve!

I'm not a big fan of New Year's Resolutions. So, I decided to wait to do my resolutions, and not call them resolutions. Here we go.

I will be okay being me. It's not perfect, and may be a little quirky, but that's okay.

I will however continue to improve me :)

I will work to be thankful... all the time.

I will not hold myself to unreasonable expectations.

I will not makes lots of crazy resolutions :)

Let's chalk it up to...

Wait, let's not chalk it at all. Let's pretend that I'm completely sane and not at all delusional about my children.

See, when we were in Florida, every morning while the old people (Jeff) slept I would take the kids out for breakfast. They did great. They sat. They ate. We watched the dogs walking on the beach. We devoured Mickey Mouse pancakes together. It was beautiful.

Jeff says he won't be home for dinner tonight. I think, "Great no cooking!" And then get the crazy idea to take my kids out. Not Chick Fil-a out, out to a restaurant that does not have a playground. I didn't get white tablecloth crazy, just regular food crazy.

As you can guess, it didn't go as planned.

There was climbing and head bonking. Jumping on the booths. Other basic child like actions that made me regret my decision. The root of the problem is that I have no desire to be a referee but both of my kids seem to think I would be great in this position.

What was I thinking?! I should have just fed them Totino's pizza and called it a night. Oh well, perhaps I will try again in 5 years.


And here's a photo just for fun.

Day 3

Day 3 post-getaway

The first 2 days were fine. I was refreshed. But then Day 3 came. I'm feeling weak. Perhaps the walls are truly closing in on me. The other inhabitants of the camp have glazed eyes and seem out of sorts. One person has escaped from the "sickness" and treads lightly and warily around the others, only being seen in the shadows as he darts to and from, keeping safe distance. The weather has taken a turn for the worse. The gray, overcast skies mirror life inside. Okay, it's Houston. We don't really have bad weather :)


But really, I've had my fill. Sure, I got to leave my family and have some fun for a weekend. And the first 2 days back... no problem. But I'm on day 3 of consecutive laundering. I'm not sure the washing machine has stopped (except for 1-3a last night, which was after Mike's laundry finished and before I started my sheets again for the 2nd time in 2 days.)

I'm putting this on the list of things I probably should have realized but still am somehow surprised by- If you leave, you may very well come back to a large disgusting disaster. In this case, it was a house full of sick people, piles and piles of day old pukey laundry, and a broken dryer (hence the extra laundry.) Please, make it stop.

Changes changes

As Jeff leaves for work in my car....

Robert: Why is daddy driving our car?

Me: Because today is daddy's last day of work at GE. And he needs extra room to take all of his stuff from his office home with him. Today he starts a brand new job. What do you think about that?

Robert: The workers will put up kid signs.

Me:Why would they put up signs?

Robert: So the kids can go to work with their daddy's.


I didn't have the heart to tell him that no kids will be touring the new place either. If Jeff had only stayed with the family tradition and become a teacher!

Goodbye GE. Here's a toast to you, and to the new year.