Today’s Haiku

Outside I sit, done

Wishing for calm waters

the beast will soon sleep

Get-a-way

If I was not hang’n out in Mexico on a white sandy beach reading a book with my most beloved husband, I would figure out a way to go on a girlie week to surf school.

Most likely to be a bad idea

Our neighbor, Sweet Baby E who is 18 months, was over this morning for a little while to play and hang out while her mom ran the dogs to the vet.

Now I’ve been saying for a while that KP has cured me of wanting any more kids.  There has been no baby-lust going on and no yearning to be pregnant at all on my end.  In fact, I have felt like this is it.  Like I am done and moving on from that phase in my life.  That three is it.  I can see the light at the end of the tunnel people, as far as all the baby gear is concerned, my baby will go off to kindergarten the year after next.  I have even been so close as to feeling like it is time to almost get ride of all of our stuff.

And then today, as I looked at the four kids in our living room, this feeling of 4 being the right number, the perfect number, the number that seems complete struck me so hard it was like a smack in the face.

It has given me pause today and made me ask the question…why?

Lists of lists

I’m leaving tomorrow at 1:00 in the afternoon for the marathon on Saturday.

We (our running group, with husbands and kids) will be staying the weekend at Laura’s cabin after the race.

I am not remotely ready to go.

Here are the lists of things I have yet to do (it is now 10:00 pm):

• gather and pack race items: food, drink, clothing, accessories
• make scones, raspberry butter and quiches for the weekend
• prep the rest of the food that goes with the rest of the food that will be made while at the cabin (I so do this shit to myself – I could have just bought something from the store)
• cooking utensils for the food items listed above
• kids clothes, sleeping stuff, misc. (like scar reducer medication)
• hamster and fish drop off, instructions and food baggies
• I know there is something else…I just can’t think of it, but I will be sure to put it on the list after I do it just so I can mark it off.

I think I’ll have a glass of wine and think about it all tomorrow.

I know my kids will cooperate while I get all that done, right?

Do you like to cuss as much as me?

Thanks to Mrs. Bickerson I now know I’m a total ass hole.

Birthday Cleanse

My friend Laura has this great idea for her kids.  She told them that before their birthdays they need to choose X number of toys/things (X=number of years old you will be) and give them away.

I love this idea, it feels so freeing.  Picking out 38 items in my life and giving them away.

What to choose…what to pick…what to give?

What would you give away?

Thinking…

This is NOT the tattoo I would go for.

Our three-headed monster

We are in one of those “phases” right now, the kind of phase where all our kids know how to do is fight. This my friends, this incessant fighting, drives me insane.

I somehow was not born with the ability to just tune it out. That’s what my mother tells me to do and I just can’t find the chanel. I hear it and I hear it in stereo and then I start seething and smoke starts coming out of my ears and then I start seeing the white hot rage. YES, THE WHITE HOT RAGE PEOPLE!

Yesterday, after Adam and I released each other from a hug (the kind of hug where you each clutched onto the other for dear life as if waiting for the big mother of all boats to come by and save you) he looked at me and said…Find a book! There’s got to be a book. AND, if you can’t find a book…THEN WRITE ONE.

Calendar Clarity

So I open up my Google calendar today and realize…KP ONLY HAS FOUR MORE DAYS OF PRESCHOOL LEFT.

And then my heart raced, almost pounded out of my chest, I got dizzy, then took several deep breaths and started searching for a summer mantra. Something to say, to utter, to whisper or think in secret when I have almost lost my marbles because I have absolutely NO time to myself.

Once I figure it out, I’ll let you know.

Can’t decide…

Is it safe to put away my winter boots or not?