Sunday, December 21, 2014
So, today we planned to surprise the kids with Taste of Texas. Way too many people so we ended up at Papasitos where we waited for an hour for ok food. But it was a calm meal with no yelling. Not too many of those on a Sunday.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
I fought it for a year. I still haven't gone in 100%. I am still a little weary. But, I can see where the love comes from.
I have always wanted to workout with Steffen. In 16 years we never have. I would always see THOSE couples at the gym, the totally fit ones that I hate, working out together. I wanted that. Well, it happened. He finally wore me down. And he said that the only thing he wanted for Christmas was for me to join CF so that we could work out together.
I am still a little weary about getting hurt. I use light weights and can't do a pull up, but it feels good to be accountable for my progress and to see my name up on the board.
My first injury: scrapped the skin off of BOTH my ankles. Days later even air hurts. ❤️ it.
You never know when they might not come home. I am trying to remember that the little things don't matter. That if Shea uses my towel and it is wet when I get out of the shower, is it really a big deal? Or when I spend seven hours on a photo book for Grandma and because of crappy Internet and broken computers I lose everything, does it matter? In the big scheme of things, no. I really do love them and I really can't imagine what kind of person I would be without them. But sometimes I wish they would set the table, or clear the table, or at least offer to help. Sometimes I wish Zach could go five minutes without kicking his soccer ball in the house. But he is getting so good...I find myself not caring about the dirty, round marks on my walls. I really don't want to wash sheets and make beds every day. But it does remind me that they are still little. And who cares that I have to remind my 12 year old that he really does have to shower more than just Sunday mornings? I just hold my breath. All of these things remind me that there is still six of us. And that is perfect.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
So, even though I hate to run, I want my kids to love it. It is a free way to stay in shape and it can be done anywhere. I hope that it continues to be something they enjoy. And I guess that I can pretend that I love it too.