My girls love chapstick, lip gloss, lip stick - anything to do with lips. So I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw this drawing lying around. (Courtesy of Kiersten)
Thursday, March 31
Wednesday, March 30
Busy
Yesterday I decided that I am FINALLY going to do another layout. As you may recall, I signed up to do Focus52, with the intent of doing one layout a week. We're already thirteen weeks into the year so I should have about thirteen layouts, right? Guess how many layouts I've done? Three. *shh* Yes, that's right. I said three. I've finished three layouts.
So last night I sat down feeling all inspired to do a layout, with grand ideas about trying to get caught back up even. I popped over to Jan's page and saw that the prompt for this week is silly. However, I wasn't feeling the word silly. So I started writing about something else. And to be frank, it wouldn't have mattered WHAT the prompt was, the thing on my mind was that I was ten weeks behind schedule...and WHY I was ten weeks behind schedule. I started writing about my crazy life and about how I'm getting my kids from one place to another all day long and my schedule changes from day-to-day which makes it even more confusing and complicated.
When I had finished my journaling and was starting to think about embellishing my page, it suddenly struck me that this all seemed a little familiar...very familiar, in fact. So I looked back at those three completed layouts - and this is where silly DOES end up coming into play. ahem I already did a layout about my crazy schedule. I've now completed four layouts this year, and half of them are about my crazy schedule.
But I think that's fitting. That's where my life is at right now.
(But next I hope to do a layout that isn't about my schedule.)
So last night I sat down feeling all inspired to do a layout, with grand ideas about trying to get caught back up even. I popped over to Jan's page and saw that the prompt for this week is silly. However, I wasn't feeling the word silly. So I started writing about something else. And to be frank, it wouldn't have mattered WHAT the prompt was, the thing on my mind was that I was ten weeks behind schedule...and WHY I was ten weeks behind schedule. I started writing about my crazy life and about how I'm getting my kids from one place to another all day long and my schedule changes from day-to-day which makes it even more confusing and complicated.
When I had finished my journaling and was starting to think about embellishing my page, it suddenly struck me that this all seemed a little familiar...very familiar, in fact. So I looked back at those three completed layouts - and this is where silly DOES end up coming into play. ahem I already did a layout about my crazy schedule. I've now completed four layouts this year, and half of them are about my crazy schedule.
But I think that's fitting. That's where my life is at right now.
(But next I hope to do a layout that isn't about my schedule.)
Sunday, March 6
Vacation Vacation Vacation
I'm on vacation. I mean, I'm *really* on vacation because it's just me and my husband. I don't have to take care of anyone else for an entire nine days. Imagine that?! Nine days of vacation from being a mommy. It wouldn't really matter where I was, I'd be enjoying that. But we actually ARE somewhere amazing. We're here in Keystone, Colorado enjoying the best of what winter has to offer.
I've been reluctant to call home and ask for the kids because I didn't want to upset the apple cart, so to speak. If they're happy, best to leave them be. But yesterday I got a phone call from home and I asked to talk to them. The instant I heard my son's voice, I realized just how much I miss those little tykes. I don't miss all the work that comes with them but I sure do miss the wonderful little people that they are and the overflowing love that they bring into my life.
Having said that, I had to chuckle yesterday when I saw what my cousin posted to her Facebook page. (This is the cousin who's watching the kids while we're here on vacation.)

That really made me chuckle. I immediately thought, "Welcome to my world!"
Although, I have to tell you, it surprised me a little because I kept thinking, she's young, surely she'll have the energy and stamina to last a week with these kids. But, nope, even my 18 year-old cousin is worn out by the little tykes! And I'm choosing to be flattered by that (as well as trying to not feel guilty for possibly throwing her in over her head).
I think I've remarked before on the frequency that people praise me for the job I'm doing. I'm always mystified by that because what I frequently focus on are the many ways I believe that I'm failing my children. But I think maybe people realize that just surviving the day is a feat worthy of celebration. *hehe* Maybe now I can start realizing that too.
I've been reluctant to call home and ask for the kids because I didn't want to upset the apple cart, so to speak. If they're happy, best to leave them be. But yesterday I got a phone call from home and I asked to talk to them. The instant I heard my son's voice, I realized just how much I miss those little tykes. I don't miss all the work that comes with them but I sure do miss the wonderful little people that they are and the overflowing love that they bring into my life.
Having said that, I had to chuckle yesterday when I saw what my cousin posted to her Facebook page. (This is the cousin who's watching the kids while we're here on vacation.)

That really made me chuckle. I immediately thought, "Welcome to my world!"
Although, I have to tell you, it surprised me a little because I kept thinking, she's young, surely she'll have the energy and stamina to last a week with these kids. But, nope, even my 18 year-old cousin is worn out by the little tykes! And I'm choosing to be flattered by that (as well as trying to not feel guilty for possibly throwing her in over her head).
I think I've remarked before on the frequency that people praise me for the job I'm doing. I'm always mystified by that because what I frequently focus on are the many ways I believe that I'm failing my children. But I think maybe people realize that just surviving the day is a feat worthy of celebration. *hehe* Maybe now I can start realizing that too.
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