Tuesday, October 25, 2011

{gettin' schooled}

I have had my share of homework overload and it's only Tuesday.  In fact, I am not even GOING to school.  Why is it I spend way more time on my kids' homework then I ever did on my own?  If I put even half the effort into my school work growing up, I would have attended Yale or (gasp!) a community college.  Why do you think we do this as moms?  Because I know I am not the only mom out there that does it.  As mom's we are over-achievers.  You know we are.  How many friends of yours post on Facebook "Today I washed 25 loads of laundry, made 36 loaves of bread, exercised, bathed the 2 dogs, ironed 12 dress shirts for my husband that I love more than life - all before noon."  We have seen them.  We have even BEEN them.  Why do we feel a need to be Supermom?

Believe me... I have friends that school me in this area all the time.  Anyone that knows me at all, knows how much I loathe laundry.  I do it almost every day and I am NEVER caught up.  I have threatened my family that I am going to make all of them go naked for a week just so I can catch up.  Just add that to the list of reasons my children will need therapy as adults.  And for me to bake bread?  Ha!  I am so yeast challenged.  Yeast scares me.  I can' do it.  I know this wonderful Supermom in my 'hood that bakes bread every single day.  Did you read that correctly?  EVERY DAY.  Not because she wants people to think she is amazing (we all know she is already) but because she loves to do it.  Loves to give it to people.  Yes, she is that amazing.  I have friends that say they "envy" me because I get to exercise every day.  Oh yes, friends.  It's a luxury.  HA!  If only.  I just decided within the last year that it's okay for me to put my health as a priority.  I seem to always put others needs before my own.  Don't we all do that?  But its my turn and if some people think I am selfish for it, so be it.  I'm okay with that.  My point is - and I swear I have one - why do we all have a need to compare ourselves to others?  Like my skinny friends.  It doesn't mean I don't love them.  I truly do.  I just kind of hate them too.  In the most loving way possible.

Wow... I digress.  Back to the schooling part... that was a surprise rambling. 

My littlest Diva loves to play school.  I will enjoy this as long as I can.  Right now, she loves homework.  In just a few years I will be having to take privileges away from her so she will do her homework.  She loves to pretend she is the teacher.  Tonight we were in her room.  She was the teacher and I was the student.  It made me giggle - I now know what her teacher sounds like at school.  She is very firm.  I got in trouble for texting during class.  And then she asked me to draw a number line.  A what?  I don't remember doing number lines as a child.  So I tell her I don't know how.  She says "Seriously?  You don't know how to do a number line?  I learned that a LONG time ago, Mom.  Maybe you should come to school with me.  You can learn all the stuff you don't know."  Schooled, my friends.  I got schooled by my littlest Diva. 

And with that... I have nothing left to say.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

{say what?}


Hey mom, will you please keep all the movies that you say are inappropriate to watch for when I grow up?  I have a lot of catching up to do.


Check out this flubber.  Sometimes it gets bubbles in it and you can pop it.  It's sticky and can break easily.  It's totally cool stuff!  And hey, maybe you should try to make it.  It's not like you have to bake it so you might be able to do it.

{thursday's randoms}

This is what's on my mind today....

1.  Chocolate.  Carbs.  Cake.  Donuts.  PMS.  Bloating.  Chocolate.  In that order.

2.  MH lives in an estrogen drama-filled household.  And he is still here.  God bless him.

3.  Playing volleyball is not as easy as I remember.

4.  Littlest Diva is missing her friends that we either moved from or they moved from us.  She is sad to see her cousin move to another state.  She told me last night that is trying to be brave.  She is.  So brave.

5.  I have a serious phobia of sharks.  My divas think its funny to say "hey mom! come see what I want for my next birthday" and it's a big shark face on the TV.  I should ground them more.

6.  Would it really be too much to ask for my thighs to not touch?  It doesn't matter how much weight I lose, they still touch.  And it's annoying.

7.  I am absolutely disgusted with bullies.  My oldest daughter was being bullied so much that I ended up transferring her to a new school.  I know this isn't always the correct answer.  I've had other moms say "You should make her face her fears, deal with the bullies, etc..".  But when you have a school that isn't supportive and conversations with parents that go nowhere it comes down to this:  She is my daughter and I am her advocate.  She needs to feel safe and if it takes a new school for her to feel that way I would do it again.  And she finally does feel safe.  And she is happier and adjusting very well.  She is amazing.

8.  I am 1/3 done with my Christmas shopping.  Maybe I will be organized this year.  Maybe.  Don't hold your breath.

9.  Best text I have received today:  "I love you mom.  You're the best.  Thanks for always being there for me."  No mommy guilt at bedtime for me.  Can I hear a "HOLLA". 

10.  Beautiful day today.  I took pictures of the cutest little family.  So warm and sunny.  I absolutely love fall.  I hate what is coming next.  But fall is amazing.  I love that I can be outside and feel the sun on my face, the crisp breeze and enjoy what has been created for me.  Okay, and for everyone else too.  But really, it is all about me.

11.  Do ovaries have muscles? Because if they do, I think I pulled mine during my last workout

Monday, October 10, 2011

{pump it up}

Have I discussed my latest obsession?  Let me share it with you... PUMP CLASS.  What is pump class you ask? 

First let me start with the disclaimer:  I am not a professional.  I do not use the correct weight lifting terminology.  And I do not assume any risk by anyone out there taking a Pump Class and not being able to move for days after.  I am not a professional.  I think that covers it.

Ok... back to:  What is a pump class?

Basically, it's a weight lifting class.  I never thought I would like this class.  But I do.  You have a bar where you change the weights depending on the type of exercise you are doing.  You also use hand weights and an elevated step.  For the first few classes - ok let's be honest for EVERY class until 2 days ago - I used the smallest weight possible.  Because I am a wimp.  I admit it.  Go ahead and judge me.  I'll wait...

Once you do a gazillion reps you seriously can't move at all.  In fact, after the first class I could barely walk.  Let's just say when my workout partner dropped me off, I fell out of her truck because my legs wouldn't work.  And while we are discussing my workout partner, she seriously rocks.  She gets my butt to every class.  And I love her for it.  After I hate her for it.  I have tried several times to talk her into going to breakfast instead of class.  I haven't won that argument. 

I guess they won't be paying me for an endorsement any time soon.  But after tearing all my muscles and taking the instructors name in vain for days, I have realized I have never felt stronger.  I have been doing it for a few weeks now and I actually have muscles.  About a week ago, I asked MH why my shoulders were "swollen".  He just laughed and said they were muscles.  He also reminded me about waking him up several weeks ago and telling him a felt a lump beneath my breast.  Which turned out to be a rib.  Who knew?  I am finding parts of my body I haven't seen in years.  It's a fun game.

So tomorrow is pump class and I am so excited.  Yes, I realize it's an obsession but really... I could be obsessed over worse things.  Feel free to name a few... 

Sunday, October 9, 2011

{weekend wrap-up}

Apparently that was a VERY long weekend.  If only.  Amazing how no posts in one weekend can turn into over a week.

Things here in Zion have been very busy.  We had family staying with us for a few days (for the aforementioned wedding) which I absolutely enjoyed.  I am a great-aunt (gasp!) and my great-nephew -Prince C- is the cutest ever. (However, he is grounded from giving himself a fat lip and scaring mommy to death waking up from his nap covered in blood.)  I had so much fun playing with him and his mommy.  She is an awesome mom and really just brings a lot of joy to my life.  I also got to have a bunch of other nieces and nephews stay and while were were all exhausted it was worth every minute. 

We had a full busy weekend.  Lots of cleaning in between volleyball games and date night.  Went to see Moneyball and as expected it did not disappoint.  Because really... can this man disappoint?
I think not.... Angelina how did you do it?  Really, How. Did. You?  Another Unsolved Mystery.

In other news... I came to realize this weekend that my youngest Diva is more like me than I ever imagined.  When shopping with MH with her allowance money, she purchased a plastic toothbrush case to protect her toothbrush from germs.  And doesn't it look pretty? The best part was that the purchase came with an extra case for mom.  I am so proud.