Happy 2013…it’s
February…already. Where does the time go? I mean, am I the only one that still feels
like I’m 20?? Well, except for the house
and kids and job and husband and all that other “grown-up” stuff. Seems like yesterday that I was sitting at
college with friends, deciding which happy hour we should hit up for free
dinner. Oh Lord, I do not miss those
days. The freedom, maybe. But not all that unknown. Not all the mistakes I made. It’s good to be grounded. To have roots. To realize that everything in life worth
living for requires time and attention and love. And to realize too, that life is often
hard. Relationships are hard. But that life is oh so much more fun when you’ve
filled your “space” with family and good friends and keeping them close is
WORTH the work, every ounce of it!
Ok, that is
my rant for the day. Just thinking about
how life gets busy and schedules get hectic and people see each other less
frequently. It’s easy to have guilt over
that. I’m trying to let go of that guilt…..and
to realize that however/whenever/wherever my girlfriends and I can squeeze in
some time, it’ll be good and we’ll pick up where we left off. Sounds cheesy, but it literally makes my
heart happy just to see their faces!
Most of them have babies now, or are pregnant….and they “get it”. This busy mom thing. And as much as I love my babies, I do enjoy a
night away with the girls, laughing over our stupid husbands (ok, they’re not
stupid…but any woman with a husband knows what I’m talking about), mindless
chit chat about kids, yoga pants, GOSSIP…all that good stuff! So, cheers to friends!!! And lots of love to my gal pals…I love you
all!
Anyhoo, not
really sure what my “point” was. I write
to write. And today is Friday and I’m
happy and I’ve had 2 cups of coffee. AND
I get a date night with my husband.
So it’s a good day! And yeah,
that mess my kids made last night in the living room. The dust storm of soot and ashes (picture below)…
...well, I
got it all picked up and we’re back in business. When I say “I” got it all picked up, I mean
that I put the kids to bed and poured myself a big glass of wine and stood
looking at the mess and before long, Travis came home from work and cleaned up
the mess with the shop-vac. It is HIS
shop-vac after all. Our carpet was
already gross. I’d like to rip it out
and start over. But for now, I’ll just
take a deep breath, smooch my babies and not care about my stained carpet because
they don’t know it’s not perfect! And if
you happen to come to my house, don’t judge me.
It’s not clean like it used to be.
We have messy floors, smudges on all the appliances, crusted chunks of
soggy cracker stuck on cupboard doors, crayon artwork on the walls, and a
dining room table that has been well-loved by many a banging fork and
spoon. The laundry is often in piles on the floor and the windows are filled with tiny hand-prints. And wet nose prints from Sasha. Yeah, because this is how they all wait for daddy to come home each night...
We also have endless laughter,
the sound of feet pounding through the kitchen, our own steel-drum band
courtesy of some old pots and pans, booty shaking dance parties, wet kisses
from babies that need us for everything.
The trade off is good. Very good,
indeed. Because I get to see these faces each day.
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| Can you believe they made that mess??? |
And so……a
VERY HAPPY WEEKEND to all of you! We
have a fun one planned. Date night
tonight! Skating with the kiddos
tomorrow and lunch at Pizza Lola. Super
Bowl! Then maybe I’ll work at cleaning
up the house a bit. Maybe… :)
