So… I never did get that good cry that I needed last week. Oh well, there’s always next month. 

I’m feeling not quite as blue today (except for the new color scheme of my blog) but it has taken me a few days to get over my sad mood. The kidlets are getting settled into their school routine and I’m adjusting as well. I made a conscious decision to NOT wake my kids up for school in the mornings this year – they are plenty old enough to be responsible for setting alarms and such. Now, if they don’t wake up on their own, I do wake them up harshly and abruptly (lights on, loud voice, short sentences) but by then they only have 15 minutes to get ready. This little act (not stopping what I’m doing several times to wake them up/make sure they are up) relieves me of a lot of stress and wasted time in the mornings, which leaves me happier, which leaves everyone happier. Because it is very true in my house: If mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. And I really hate starting the day by getting cranky with my kids. 

I also have been waking up extra early to work out, then I fix breakfast for everyone. A couple of weeks ago, my husband made a remark about breakfast and then said “Sleep is more important to you than I am” and of course I said, bullsh*t, then he made a face at me like “oh really?” then I realized that yeah, according to what he sees, it probably looks true. I don’t want him (or anyone) to think that sleep is more important than my relationships, so I make sure the get up early enough to have plenty of time for myself, then to make breakfast. I don’t eat the same breakfast that they do and I’m strangely okay with that (more on that tomorrow). My husband’s love language is Acts of Service, and I’ll admit that it’s hard for me to embrace that because I come from a family of “God helps those who help themselves” types. It’s taken me nearly 20 years, but it’s getting easier to show him love by doing things for him, and he really seems to appreciate it. All of that to say, I have now linked getting up early to exercising AND fixing breakfast – since someone else relies on me to fix breakfast I’m not as likely to sleep in and skip fixing breakfast, and as long as I’m getting up early I might as well workout then too. It’s a win/win for everyone in my household. 

Over the weekend I tried my hand at canning tomatoes for the first time. OHMYGOODGRAVY why why why do people do that???? That was a lot of work for 2 quarts of tomatoes!! I know I could do some things differently next time to speed up the process, but geez louise I’m not sure that’s something I want to do again. I did make some tasty salsa (4 pints, so I didn’t can them, just stuck 3 in the fridge and gave one to a neighbor) and I wouldn’t mind doing that again, but I feel like I used up a ton of tomatoes for just 2 quarts on the shelf. I’m sure that once winter rolls around and I’m ready to make chili, I’ll be happy to have those tomatoes, but for right now? It was a pain in the rump. :/

Last night I helped throw a party for my MIL’s 70th birthday at a local restaurant. Proud to say that I had a salad for dinner (I didn’t even eat all of it – it was really good, I was just busy with party-throwing stuff) and even prouder to say that I cut myself a small piece of cake, took 2 bites and declared it unworthy of anymore bites. It was okay…a little bit too dry and the frosting was a little too sweet, but certainly not good enough to eat a whole big piece. I consider that an NSV because in past times I would have eaten it anyway and then probably snuck another piece later because, you know, cake. 

Well this whole post is jagged and doesn’t flow together at all, but sometimes I have random things I want to post and I end up posting them all together. You’re welcome.

Feel free to nominate this post to the Pulitzer people, as I’m sure it would win.