Well, here we are. Quickly approaching the first “non-Holiday” weekend for what has seemed like months. Here’s the problem with that.
I don’t know what to do with myself.
I feel like I should be buying something, baking something, decorating something, wrapping something, unwrapping something, eating something, drinking something or watching a gigantic ball drop in Times Square…or something. I’ve been singing the praises of “normal” living for weeks and now that it’s here I’m lost.
So, in an effort to jump back into “normal” life I’ve decided to refocus my energy on some much needed practices that, unfortunately, were swept to the wayside by a much higher priority of overindulging on english toffee and hot buttered rums.
I have kicked potty-training Jack back into gear, full-time, and have reinstated my daily nap as well. The former being because I don’t fancy buying a life-time supply of diapers for Jack’s highschool graduation present. The latter because…well, I like to nap. A lot. It also makes me a much nicer person, all around. Trust me.
And having recently rededicated my efforts to the cause of Operation Diaper Freedom, in a showcase of ironic proportions, I was woken up today from a lovely and recharging afternoon nap by Jack sitting “criss-cross applesauce” right by my head, my nose assaulted by…you guessed it, his poopy diaper. Nice.
We’ve also registered Avery for basketball. She’s never played. In fact, she was pretty sure she probably shouldn’t sign up because she doesn’t know how to shoot a basket. I told her, “Avery, you’re only in the 1st grade. No one expects you to be good, yet.” Her answer? “Well, I hope they never expect me to be any good. Have you seen me dribble the ball?” I will be adding, ‘Build Avery’s Self-Esteem’ to the list. The basketball season should be interesting and I forsee some posts coming out from the experience.
Yep. A whole bunch of normal. And I couldn’t be happier.
Happy Friday, y’all.
Mindy
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Brandy
Naps are the best possible way to spend time. There is nothing better than a good nap.
Good luck with the potty training. After my boy was trained I swore I’d never do it again. The youngest trained herself.
I wholeheartedly agree. Naps are the bomb. And I don’t want to hear any stories about anybody training themselves. It just makes me bitter.
=) Mindy
Notice that my youngest is a girl. Also know that the boy was 3 1/2 before everything was good to go.
And someday he’s going to need intensive therapy over his potty training experience.
Okay. I’m over the bitterness. For now.
=)
Mindy
I’m not sure our life will ever be normal. Maybe when Paul and I are retired.
Nope, that will be when all the crazy empty-nester lovin’ will start up. =)
Mindy
I don’t know if our family will ever be normal. This am I woke up sick with a BAD sore throat and Aubree is running into the bathroom to either throw up or the other end(poor child). Hope we are going to feel better this weekend!!!! A nap sounds great!!! ~Val
Sorry Val! I hope your “cursed” family snaps out of it really soon. Until then…there should only be phone calls between us. =)
Mindy
Well, darn! I guess I can take tree down. You are such a party pooper. (ha that ones from Jack-another present)
I feel for Avery but this should be good for her. Maybe she will be good. Sydney played flag football. Come to find out she couldn’t catch the ball or throw it but boy did she like to run. And she was the only girl on the team. Probably should have tried soccer.
Yep, I think basketball will be a good thing for Avery. And Sydney’s like my hero. Love girls who are willing to “step out of the box” or “onto the field” I guess. =)
Mindy
I don’t think I really have a firm grasp on normal. But I’m glad you are enjoying it! Good luck to Avery with the basketball! And good luck to master Jack with his potty training.
And now…a nap sounds divine. Probably because Lu and DEBF are curled up on the couch behind me napping, as I work.
♥Spot
Ah, thank you Spot. And normal is certainly a ‘relative’ concept. I’m fairly sure that many a person would step into my situation and wonder where I got my crazed notion that my life is normal. =)
P.S. Throw a pillow at Lu and DEBF. =)
Mindy
I am contemplating potty training my two year old and I am totally dreading it!
Oh, just wait until they’re three. I might as well be changing my husband’s diaper. =)
Mindy
Oh yeah, I love naps! All I have to do is say the word Nap and the dogs go running for the bed!
Oh, good! Another ‘napper’. I’m convinced that napping has made me the person I am today. Well rested.
=)
Mindy
I feel that way too after the holidays. “Wait…free time? I’m not supposed to have that.” It’s a bit of an adjustment but I’ve gotten there. Once the Christmas tree came down it seemed my mind shifted to non-Christmas mode.
I think the “taking down of the tree” is a deal-breaker. It’s impossible to shift attitudes when the sparkling Christmas tree is staring at you all day. =)
Mindy
Normal? No comprendo. You’re speaking a foreign language, hun. Geez, now I’m gonna have to use Google Translate for your posts?
Yeah, I decided to get over ‘normal.’ You can go back to understanding me again. No promises, though. =)
Mindy
Sounds like you deserve a day of pampering – a reward for surviving the holidays. I agree with everyone here – a nap sounds perfect, maybe a glass of wine, a good book. Then you can worry about “normal” tomorrow!
Ah, Marly. Girl, you are speaking to me! I’m going to go get my husband and make him read this. =)
Mindy