I have so enjoyed this blog and the outlet it provided. I think it is pretty clear that I am not posting here anymore. If you want to keep in touch, comment here or shoot me an email. I am not planning to renew this domain when it runs out.
Peace out!
Jealousy is never a pretty thing. Fortunately, I am not jealous of riches or fame. I am not jealous of material things.
I am jealous of clean houses with decor that looks fresh and easy. I could show you some links, but I think you know what I mean. One of the blogs I read took a picture of her dirty dishes tonight and even those looked cleaner than my dirty dishes.
Its insane I know. I feel like I clean all the time. We have a housekeeper. We have a yard dude that randomly does our yard. And yet… there are still dirty clothes everywhere. There are dishes in the sink. There are tiles that are loose. My sofa smells like dog and I can’t seem to get the smell out. My carpet has stains and needs stanley steemer. I need a professional organizer.
Blah. If I win the lottery? I will have a clean house. Then I will buy a new car. :)
I have NO idea why I am awake at 2:22 am, but here I am. It may be my addiction to HGTV that is keeping me up. Ever since I started watching it incessantly, I have a running list of what I want to fix about my house. Nothing NEEDS to be fixed, I think I just need to turn the channel. My family probably wishes I would turn to the Food Network and start cooking a meal or two.
We have been super busy around here. Two different soccer teams, jobs, Mr. D was in a local production… it has been neverending. The thing is though, I love it. I love soccer and the games, I love being a part of the community and staying busy… but it does take a toll. I had a few hours to myself this afternoon and instead of doing 20 million projects I need to do, I took a nap. Do you feel guilty when you do that? I did. The turth is that I needed a nap, but I felt guilty for taking one.
right? RIGHT?
Kidding.
Saturday we took the kids to a birthday party at a 5500 sq. foot McMansion, complete with video room, enormous playroom, and a seperate bath for each of the 5 bedrooms in the house. I actually lost count at some point. As we moved through the space, I realized that more than I was jealous of the SPACE, I was jealous of the cleanliness and organization. Of course this friend is a Bit OCD and the house is built to be organized, but still… I realized that surely I could do better on that front. I spent all day Sunday purging, cleaning, washing, PAINTING, lather rinse repeat. I really do feel better and I am inspired to keep going. I think it inspired Mr. D some as well, which is a good thing.
We are switching Dgirl from her daycare to the one that Dboy goes to. It is cutting the final apron string of the daycare that they have been at since they were 6 weeks old. Its time, it is a good thing, but still it will be a little sad. Those women were integral in my children’s lives and I am used to the daycare and they are used to me. (I can also slide on tuition a week or two.) While it won’t be the same at the new one, it will be better for them as they grow– it is more geared to children 5 and up (they made an exception for four year old dgirl).
Work is good, except that I have not had my heart in it this summer. I want to sleep later and hang out with the kids in the morning. I want to hang out at the gym for an hour or two (but the chilling with the kids has almost ended that this summer!) and mosey into work about 11, go to lunch, then head home about 3. I can’t imagine what employer would not like that plan?
Dboy has had an ear infection going on two weeks now. We start antibiotic number 3 this afternoon. I think I have gotten up with him 2 or 3 times every night for the past 2 weeks. How did I ever survive with a newborn? I do not remember. I think it is worse when they are five though, because they vocalize absolutely everything. “My head hurts, why does it hurt, my ear hurts and it feels like someone stuck a knife in it, why do I have to take the medicine, I DONT WANT TO TAKE THE MEDICINE.” It also means my temper is shorter. I wish I was the type that could continue to function with a sweet temperament, but that is just not so. I find myself yelling at the children faster and quicker to judge.
I know its a drag that all I use this blog for is to complain, but that is apparently the way it is.
This week has been amazing in a lot of ways. Some people close to me have gotten good news, and their good news makes me happy.
The past few days I have had various and sundry functions with friends. At some point tonight I looked around the table and realized that I should not complain about anything. I have friends that most people would pay to have. My family is healthy and happy. I am doing well at my job.
Things do improve and get better. You just have to hang on and try to enjoy the ride– even through the potholes.
So… today my baby boy went on a field trip. An out of state field trip to a lake for the day. I spent most of the day biting my fingernails.
This has been his first week at a new day care, though it is really a summer camp. I stressed about switching him as he has been at the other place since he was six weeks old. Those women changed his diapers and nursed his boo-boos. They taught him how to eat baby food and how to eat real foood. They got him on a daytime schedule so I could deal with being pregnant when he was 8 weeks old. (Yeah.)
He was stressed about switching as well, and every time he stressed it was as if he was stabbing.a.dagger.into.my.heart.
“I like my friends mama. I don’t need new friends.” “I like my teacher mama. I don’t need a new teacher.”
Well, he did and I knew that, but it still stressed me. Tonight after I retrieved him from the school he was soaring on a high of new found five year old independence and a trip to a place he thought was phenomenal. I asked him if he wants to stay at the “New School” or go back to his Old School.
“NEW SCHOOL MAMA! OLD SCHOOL IS FOR BABIES!”
Ahh… music to my ears. Still, how is he this grown up? He uses the word “eventually” in conversation. He makes his own bed and brushes his teeth. He can take a shower, dry off, and put on his pwn pj’s while I am in a totally different room (still listening of course).
Its mind boggling…. but good. Life is very good.
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Mr. D and I have been married for nine years. NINE YEARS. How the hell did that happen? We get tomorrow night all to ourselves. Bow chicka bow bow….
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I have been in a funk for about a month. The fog seems to be lifting now. Hopefully.
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I just ordered Jillian Michaels - 30 Day Shred
Thanks for all the tips on where to eat. We used some of the suggestions and had great meals everywhere we went:
Old Ebbitt– way too loud and touristy and the food wasn’t that great either.
Chef Geoff’s– was pretty decent. Not the best place I have ever eaten, but I wasn’t starving either.
Art and Sole– Awesome. One of the best meals I have had in a long time.
Fourth Estate at the National Press Club– also amazing. The atmosphere was really neat as well, but the service and food were excellent.
Mainly, it was just so nice to go out for meals with adults and have real conversations. No one that I dined with has small children so there was no talk about poop or potty training.
I was glad to get home, but I think I needed a quick break. Life in small town America with two kids can be a wonderful thing… but I think it is way too easy to get in a rut. Same people, same places, same thing different day.
I am going to DC in a few weeks and need suggestions for places to eat! We will be staying at 1331 Pennsylvania Avenue. Any suggestions?
Raybelle had a baby girl! 
She was born this morning at 4:56 am. 7lbs 13 oz, 21″ and beautiful (of course)!
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