Blah, blah, blah. I have a lot I would like to write about, but not really. I'm tired, I'm cranky, and everything I write will sound the same. I cycle through the same stuff, if you haven't noticed. I get annoyed with the same things, too. I write about my pet peeves, my Depression, my lack-of-eating-like-a-Nutritarian-like-I-want-to, my lack of exercise, my lack of motivation, my survival mode crisis thingy, my small (but very exciting!) improvements to my home, my calling, my kids, my husband, etc.
I guess that makes sense. It's my life, ain't it? I should be able to write about it. Even if it's cyclical and boring. So, let's examine my life, shall we? #1 stayed home sick today. #5 didn't sleep well last night AT ALL (which means neither did I), and I had to be up and at 'em because the new carpet was installed today! Huzzah! I really love it, too. I'll take pictures and show you. Some day.
I want to do Jacob's Cove, but I need to focus on my own gardening this year. I also want to get into dehydrating and sprouting, but I find my lack of ability to even do the basic stuff will prohibit me from trying new things. Why am I so impatient?
I leave too many blog comments on my cousin's blog. She's having her first kid soon and I want to tell her everything I wish I had known when I was having my first kid. But chances are, she's like how I was back then and won't want to hear it --or won't believe it when she does hear it. And so I find myself frustrated because I can't make other people learn faster. I mean, I know that, right? We learn through our experience. Still, I wish someone had told me NOT to get that epidural. Stupid epidural!
Why do the kids think bringing home rocks, big chunks of ice (that they put in the freezer when I'm not looking), bird's nests, sticks, and feathers is a good idea? I don't get it. I don't make them throw stuff out (much), but we have enough crap! Stop bringing in more crap! Which reminds me, I really need to get rid of all their crap. They have so many toys and they don't even use 'em. I keep trying to set aside a day to round everything up and donate most of it, but those days never come. They Never. Come. Maybe I'll pull an all-nighter and give everything away and when the kids wake up I'll be like, "What?! I don't know! It must have been the Anti-Claus!"
I've decided to try and go candy-free for Easter. I don't know if Brandon will go for it (this will be the first he's heard about it), and I know the kids won't be too happy, but they're going to get candy at school/church, anyway. It's not my job to enable their addiction to sugar, so I'm actually okay with being the "bad guy" if it comes down to it. I think I'll focus on egg-dying, flowers, and presents. Oh, yeah, and the Atonement and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. Why we associate unhealthy food with the Plan of Salvation is still beyond me.
I hate paying bills. Bills are not fun.
Remember how I loved winter yesterday? I hate it again today. I hate it because the sunshine is so deceiving. I want to be out in the sunshine, but when I go outside, my nose freezes off. And I want to walk in the sunshine, but I can't because the boys' noses freeze off. This is why, for my birthday, I am wishing for this. That way, I can bundle up said boys and keep them warm and entertained with books, snacks, toys, while I push them around. I'm hoping to get one soon. Then I can walk my 5K route every day. I have a route! I trained for my first 5K with this route. It's tried and true. See how this stroller would solve my winter woes? I can get outside, soak up some Vitamin D, get some exercise, and breathe fresh air, all without having to worry about the boys. Because I worry about the boys. Constantly.
I need to plant my seeds. Today. I have a bad habit of pushing/starting/getting excited and then stopping/failing/giving up.
Like I said. BLAH.