Are you familiar with The Pioneer Woman? She has a blog, cookbooks, cooking show and whatnot. She kinda has my dream life, save for the homeschooling of the children. She lives in a big house with her husband and kids in the middle of nowhere. While her husband is outside doing man-shit, she is inside creating culinary delights and cooking for the people she loves. She also gets to blog. What a dream!
This is my first Easter without my girl. Now she’s been working my nerves all week and I have been looking forward to her going away this weekend, but this morning after I dropped her off I got super sad. I’m still putting together a basket for her, she just won’t get it until Sunday evening.
I’m pretty sure I am destined to remain single. I just don’t have the patience to deal with petty bullshit. Actually bullshit is too strong of a word. Just weirdness. It’s so…weird.
My latest obsession is a new home. I spend all day looking at houses and neighborhoods. Regan will be in kindergarten next year and I would really like to be settled where I’m going to be for the next 10 years or so.
I plan to do Spring cleaning this weekend. I’m going to tackle the house room by room and clean and organize.
I am hoping that writing it down will make it actually happen.
It’s going to rain and I don’t plan on leaving the house until Saturday evening, so now is as good a time as any to have a glass of wine while I watch a movie with the fireplace on, no?
The previous sentence might slow down the cleaning.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
We have a saying in my house. It goes something like this:
LITTLE GIRLS WHO WRITE ON MOMMY’S FURNITURE DON’T GET TREATS!
Y’all, I’m pissed. Like, I know furniture graffiti can be a hazard of parenting, but I never expected my little angel to betray me like this. Smack dab in the middle of the kitchen table! Now every time I prepare a family meal I have to look at this malarky.
I guess I need to start adding tables to my pinterest board. I should be able to afford a new one sometime before 2020.
The goal of every parent, aside from healthy and happy children, is to ensure at the end of the day, their child is worn the hell out. So tired they yawn through dinner, bath and bedtime story. That is the sign of a successful day!
I had two such days this weekend. The weather was lovely. Delightful really, so we spent a good portion of the weekend outside. On Saturday we spent some time outside while I did yard work. But that wasn’t enough. I decided we’d go to the playground in our subdivision. As Regan headed to the garage, I informed her that we were walking. And walk we did. All the way past the playground closest to our house to the one that is further away. After walking there, playing and walking back she was done. By the time 7pm rolled around she was done. By 730pm she was knocked out on the couch and slept until 8am the next morning. Score!
Today I attempted a similar feat. We headed out for a picnic in the park. After eating, she was up running around looking at the ducks. Then I took her to the park’s playground for some more energy burning.
As I write this post, she seems to be still full of energy.
Methinks we’ll head outside for a spell…