Guess what, I have successfully limited my grumpiness since our return to snow-covered lawns and freezing temps. The way I see it, if I want to go back to Florida, I have to do my time up North! After all, Florida may be the sunshine state but sunshine doesn't come cheap if you know what I mean!
White sand beach jogs have been replaced with treadmill runs. There's something about staring at the wall for 45 minutes three times a week... it's led to many silent blog posts. You know, the ones which perfectly describe my endorphin-enduced state of mind, the ones in which the hustle and bustle of morning prep for school vanish with wise words only to be replaced by serenity.
Well. They were just that. Silent posts. They were good, heck some were even pretty darn great, but sadly, I never got around to actually typing them for y'all (pardon the lingering southern influence).
Indeed, time seems to be running ahead of me in 2012. I am constantly trying to catch up. But I will.
If only I could figure out a way to type while I jog... the posts would blow you away!
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Time
You may not believe my post since it has taken me three days to sit down and write it, but I really gained an hour over the weekend... Let me explain.
We all knew that we were supposed to turn back the clocks before going to bed on Saturday night but, somehow, we totally forgot. Sunday morning, babygirl came into our room to check the clock as usual because the TV is not to go on before 8 a.m. on weekends. A little while later, I got up, made our famous Sunday morning pancakes, got dressed, and went for a jog.
I love Sunday morning jogs. Everything is quiet. There is barely any traffic to worry about... and I can extend my run if I'm feeling up to it, and was I ever! Upon returning, I wondered why hubby wasn't watching his usual Sunday morning show, but never did I think I was an hour too fast!
After my shower, I started nagging the girls to get dressed so we could get some homework done... hated doing that since they were playing soooo well together, but heck, I thought it was almost time for lunch by then!
That's when I saw hubby walking around the house changing clocks. I must have looked like someone who had just won the lottery... I was ecstatic! I had just won a whole hour in my day. For the first time in like forever, I was precisely one full hour ahead of schedule. Love it!
So what did I do with my hour once the girls' homework was done?
I cleaned. Sounds boring right? I emptied the kitchen cabinets, washed the shelves, threw things away, reorganized... and that felt good. Sure, it's not a bubble bath, it's not watching a great television show, it's not a good glass of wine, but having the chance to clean something that's been bugging me for a while felt darn good!
Then, I moved on to babygirl's room. We filled 5, yes 5, garbage bags with junk. I mean papers, stickers, catalogues, crafts, and so much more. Ahhhhhhhhhh, it just felt fantastic, liberating!
Next weekend, we will be thinking pink since hubby will be painting her ever so clean room in her chosen "exotic pink"... she even convinced him to paint all four walls... pictures to come! Guess who'll be wishing for an extra hour this weekend???
We all knew that we were supposed to turn back the clocks before going to bed on Saturday night but, somehow, we totally forgot. Sunday morning, babygirl came into our room to check the clock as usual because the TV is not to go on before 8 a.m. on weekends. A little while later, I got up, made our famous Sunday morning pancakes, got dressed, and went for a jog.
I love Sunday morning jogs. Everything is quiet. There is barely any traffic to worry about... and I can extend my run if I'm feeling up to it, and was I ever! Upon returning, I wondered why hubby wasn't watching his usual Sunday morning show, but never did I think I was an hour too fast!
After my shower, I started nagging the girls to get dressed so we could get some homework done... hated doing that since they were playing soooo well together, but heck, I thought it was almost time for lunch by then!
That's when I saw hubby walking around the house changing clocks. I must have looked like someone who had just won the lottery... I was ecstatic! I had just won a whole hour in my day. For the first time in like forever, I was precisely one full hour ahead of schedule. Love it!
So what did I do with my hour once the girls' homework was done?
I cleaned. Sounds boring right? I emptied the kitchen cabinets, washed the shelves, threw things away, reorganized... and that felt good. Sure, it's not a bubble bath, it's not watching a great television show, it's not a good glass of wine, but having the chance to clean something that's been bugging me for a while felt darn good!
Then, I moved on to babygirl's room. We filled 5, yes 5, garbage bags with junk. I mean papers, stickers, catalogues, crafts, and so much more. Ahhhhhhhhhh, it just felt fantastic, liberating!
Next weekend, we will be thinking pink since hubby will be painting her ever so clean room in her chosen "exotic pink"... she even convinced him to paint all four walls... pictures to come! Guess who'll be wishing for an extra hour this weekend???
Monday, August 22, 2011
Guilty feelings please be gone
I am hoping that putting my guilty feelings in writing will make them disappear like magic...
One thing I just haven't figured out yet is how to not feel guilty about working when the girls are home. Summer vacation is winding down and I feel as if I didn't do enough laughing, didn't have enough patience, didn't have enough time to enjoy it with them. This is not me feeling sorry for myself,this is me feeling guilty.
Time.
That is what I need.
Time.
This week, I came across an article which mentioned that giving just 15 minutes, that is 15 actual minutes of undivided attention to your child can make a world of difference. Sounds simple right? But it's the undivided attention part that I must work on.
Don't get me wrong,I am with the girls all the time, but I always feel like I am rushing them or that I am thinking of the never-ending to-do list which haunts me day and night.
What if this 15-minute thing is the magic I've been searching for? Heck, it's definitely worth a try right?
I'll keep you posted.
One thing I just haven't figured out yet is how to not feel guilty about working when the girls are home. Summer vacation is winding down and I feel as if I didn't do enough laughing, didn't have enough patience, didn't have enough time to enjoy it with them. This is not me feeling sorry for myself,this is me feeling guilty.
Time.
That is what I need.
Time.
This week, I came across an article which mentioned that giving just 15 minutes, that is 15 actual minutes of undivided attention to your child can make a world of difference. Sounds simple right? But it's the undivided attention part that I must work on.
Don't get me wrong,I am with the girls all the time, but I always feel like I am rushing them or that I am thinking of the never-ending to-do list which haunts me day and night.
What if this 15-minute thing is the magic I've been searching for? Heck, it's definitely worth a try right?
I'll keep you posted.
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