Sometimes you just
have a bad week. Sometimes. But, not all the time. I’m clinging to the not all the time part of that last
sentence. This phase of crazy that our family is in seems to have caught
up with me this week, or maybe- if I’m honest- this month. There are certainly some “abnormal” factors to the feeling of being overwhelmed, but really I
also think it’s just where we are right now as a family.
My words say “obey the first time, please” and my mind says
“seriously- I’d be happy with the 5th time, just obey the 5th
time, and we’ll call it good”.
I do not do well with the unknown. I do think that I am an
adventurer by nature, but when it comes to the foundation of who I am, I
appreciate stability probably more than anything.
Kids are not stable. In fact,
kids are the most unstable living things on the planet.
Jobs in transition,
finances, education- all not stable, or at least not guaranteed. I hate it. How easy is it to get caught up
in the what if’s, and the but how’s??
With that said- I need to sell something so I can hire a
house-cleaner. My brain works so much better in a clean environment and I feel
as if my house is crawling in grossness.
Well, it is. Their names are Lucy,
Jack and Violet. BUT- it’s only a phase, right??
Sometimes you have a bad week, or a rough phase, and you just
simply need to know you won’t be there forever, and to attempt to find something to make that phase worth going
through.
We have always enjoyed a good family dance session- and
Violet joins in now too, which is fun.
We also tried cooking together.
Nailed it.
Double nailed it.
Uncle Caleb and Gram-gram are in New York, and Lucy has had
just about enough. UGH JUST MAIL ME TO NEW YORK CITY MOM.
We've also been dog-sitting Bella (my mom/sister’s creature)
and she seems to be depressed. This is typical Bella behavior when her true
family is not around. She is a comfort eater, a sulk-er, a whiner, but also
just wants some lovin’s.
She likes to breathe right in my ear. It's also worth mentioning that she has
the breath of what I imagine the inside of a dead animal smelling like. Extra dog-sitter points for sure.
Like a toddler, if she can't see you- you can't see her.
Go outside bella- run around a bit, smell the fresh air- live a little.
Also- depression is contagious-
Please take me home.
I cannot live here any longer.
We've had great weather though, so regular trips to the 40
acre dog park have helped her make it through another day.
And peanut butter tickling always helps the whole crowd
Violet enjoys scooter riding this year-
The lovely phase of standing on a the scooter while you push
them takes it’s third cycle round the Smith mama.
We also have a budding beautician on our hands!!!...annnnd you know
what that means!!
Socks all the time…
Oh well. I let her do my nails while I put on my make up in
the morning. It’s a small price to pay to connect with her. It’s a rare thing
that I send everyone to bed feeling like I've met all their needs and all
“tanks” are full. This can really get me down- especially in a crazy week like
this, but really- I think (hope) they don’t even realize how chaotic life is. I
think perspective is everything, and they've got it pretty good. Even tonight-
Lucy was struggling with the early bedtime (that was most definitely needed but
also highly offensive). Ok fine, I’ll meet you in the middle kiddo- if I make
you a fort, you can read in it until you fall asleep.
Oh to be 6.
20 minutes later and she is gone. I win.
The other two went right down- Jack has been begging for a
couple hours to go, and this was Violet when we got home tonight-
Like a wolf howling at the moon.
Anyways, in honor of “re-starting” weight watchers tomorrow-
I made what is possibly the most unhealthy food on the face of this planet, but Oh. So. Delicious.
Like nectar from the gods, I will enjoy some muddy buddies, and
probably good movie before I start a new week.
Here’s to fresh starts, and new Mondays!
