Combine that with the regular mom duties of homework, laundry, keeping house, driving these little snots everywhere they need to go and referee their cat fights!! Plus the honor of being the "president" of the volleyball booster club carries another list of responsibilities. I'm juggling more than my share. I know it sounds like I'm complaining, but honestly I wouldn't have it any other way. I just whine a little bit to make myself feel better at the end of the day when my floors still need to be swept and there's still 2 loads of laundry waiting to be folded and put away.
This week we're also throwing a doctors appt., a hair appt., cheer/dance class and 2 afternoons of tutoring into the mix. The latter 2 are going to be weekly recurrences. The way I see it, the busier we all are, the less time for anyone to find any trouble to get into. Lord knows they'll find enough trouble without even looking for it. Seriously! You can't 'baby-proof' windows so 11 year olds can't open them....without nailing the suckers shut!! I like sleeping with my windows open too much to do that anyway....so I'm thinking about duct taping her to her bed or nailing her door shut. <---I'm kidding, but you get my point...don't you?
It also helps me justify my self-proclaimed mandatory OFF night every other weekend. My sanity demands it. I've got to have a little time away with my friends. I love my children fiercely, but they know EXACTLY how to push my buttons. I need at least 15-18 hours away from them bi-weekly to decompress. Slou still frequents her dad's house...which might explain the climbing out windows and acting like a 3 year old behavior. Beelay however, does not go to her dad's anymore. That's for another post somewhere later down the road. Bottom line, in order to be the mom that I strive to be...I have to distance myself every now and then. I have to let my hair down and take all of my color coded hats off and just put on my party hat.
One of these days, I hope to fall in love again. I've even put myself out there a little bit. I've got a date on Friday night (nothing fancy...it's Lollipop's birthday dinner), but shhhh...don't tell anyone. He probably reads my blog. If he does, I just want him to know that it's about damn time and I'm very much looking forward to it. What scares me though is this, what color is left for that hat. As badly as I want to find my happiness outside of mother, daughter, sister, Tia (auntie), friend & employee...I'm worried that I might drop one of my hats. Make sense? I'm sure that I'm probably worried about nothing. I mean he's the one that's been patiently waiting for me to open my eyes for several years now. Slow and steady wins the race, right?
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