I have to take a quick minute and admit that I LOVE being in my thirties.
I was a little bit worried as my 30th birthday approached, but now that I’m several years into this, I can whole heartedly admit that I love my thirties.
My twenties were a time of transition.
My twenties were great, my tummy was nice and flat, my smile lines weren’t permanent, but let’s be honest, there was a lot of figuring life out.
Sure I’m still figuring life out one hour at a time, but I feel more equipped to handle things. (more…)
Last night I served broccoli with dinner, based on the reactions from my boys you would have thought I served raw sewage… not fresh and nutritious food.
I have to remind myself that they are just little kids and that their lack of gratitude isn’t malicious.
I also have to remind myself that as their mother it is my job to teach them gratitude, and that I need to find small moments to do that. (more…)
I listened to a great episode of This American Life today.
Side note: If you don’t already listen to This American Life, start today.
And back to reality.
So I listened to an episode of This American Life about the people we call first- the people we call when things are awesome, and the people we call when life sucks (was that rude?).
Do you have those people in your life?
I totally do.
Except I don’t call them, I text them.
This is our first week back to school, or as I like to call it- the beginning of reality.
Those last two weeks of summer were rough.
The kids were sick of each other, me, and every activity I had planned. They fought constantly with each other and with their friends.
By the time open house rolled around last week, the boys were beside themselves with excitement. Like to the point that neither of them wanted to leave open house.
Last night I was stuck in traffic… for hours.
In the space of an hour, I moved less than 2 miles.
At some point I gave up and put the car in park.
The little Spreadsheets have been to plenty of restaurants.
They love In’N’Out, Chick Fil-A, Firehouse Subs (for the drinks), Rosa’s, and sometimes Phil’s Ice House.
All of these places have one thing in common- no waiters.
On the off chance that we go somewhere with a waiter, the little Spreadsheets are both confused and annoyed.
They cannot understand why we have to wait to pick out food, wait for the food to be brought to us, and then wait for the check at the end.
To be honest, the way they whine and complain you’d think that In’N’Out had slow service, so you can only imagine their frustration at the waiter concept.
An “Off” day a few months back. Maybe she was just angry to be dressed in her brothers’ hand me downs.
Kids have off days too.
Because I’m a grown up I have to cope with off days, sure I want to scream and hide in my room, but as that isn’t a realistic option, I get on with my life.
Kids don’t know how to do this. Kids having bad days is much worse than having one yourself.