Flowers

Last night, my husband said to me, "Even after almost 9 years, I still can't get enough of you!" Then he pulled me in for a sweet kiss. It was romantic and it made me smile. It gave the warm and fuzzies you hear about all the time and experience on brief occasions. Then, later, I feel asleep in his arms on the couch. It was really nice.

This morning, I signed onto Facebook and saw that my father-in-law gave my mother-in-law a dozen gorgeous red roses. Now, I'm not really a rose fan. I think they're pretty, but I also think they're kinda staid and cliche. But it got me thinking. When was the last time I got flowers? And I thought about it... and I thought about it... And I realized that the last time I got flowers was almost two years ago! And then I got a little hurt.

Now, don't get me wrong. I don't base my relationship on gifts he does or doesn't get me. I love him and am so happy being with him. And yes he does have his own way of showing me he loves me. He really is a wonderful man. But I miss the flowers and candy and dinner thing. The last time he and I went out to dinner on our own was for my 23rd birthday. But that's not the problem.

The problem is that I am jealous of those flowers. I love getting flowers, but it hasn't happened in a while. And for some reason I feel like crying. So gift to me!!

Yay, virtual flowers!

Special thanks!

I wanted this post to be separate because, well, it just needs to be. There was was just so much done yesterday and it needed to be acknowledged.

To, B, the best sister in the world, thank you for always being there when I need you(and, boy howdy, did I need you yesterday!). You made the day go so much smoother with everything you did. My living room and bathroom have never been cleaner and that's due to your hard work. You did so much for me yesterday as you do for me most times. I don't know if told you thank you yesterday, but a hundred times, thank you!

And to my hubby, C, thank you for being so committed to that yard yesterday. It looks great. I hope you rest easy today!!

Oh, way too early...

After yesterday, I just want to die! So much freakin work! You saw what I went through in the first half of my day. After I got to my dad's, my sister made dinner while I ran to the store for cheese and coffee(not for dinner, of course), and I ended up running into an old coworker and we talked for 45 min(not why I want to die, hang on!), and by the time I got home, she had dinner almost done, just chopping veggies for the chicken tacos. They were fantastic! Good job, sis! Went to put the food away and no zipper baggies... great. No plastic wrap, either, only foil and I won't put chopped veggies or the uncooked chicken in that. Gross. So my sister runs back to the store for baggies. She was gone 45 min, too. Not sure why. So I figured she cooked, I'll clean. Not sure who got the better end of that bargain...

The kitchen wasn't really that bad as all things go, but after all the cleaning I did before going to my dad's, it was enough. I was exhausted before I got there and after dishes and getting food put away, all I wanted to do was sit! But anytime I sat, I could feel all the tension in my middle and lower back, and lemme tell you, it hurt. And then standing back up... it was work. Dear, oh dear...

Now, it's a little after 7. I've been up since 5:30 am and I didn't get to bed until a little after midnight. I had so much trouble getting to sleep last night because of my back, and getting out of bed was just painful(not just because of lack of sleep). Today is another dual babysitting day where I end up babysitting all the kids.

I think it's gonna be a long day.

Thank goodness!!! ...I think

I knew today was gonna be a tough day. For starters, I had planned about a week ago to go over to my dad's house and try to increase his culinary repertoire. Easy-peasy! Two days ago, we informed our landlord that we could no longer afford to live in the house, so we needed to move out. All was good as far as us moving out, they had no problem as long as we stayed the 45 days agreed upon in the lease. Our lease was up at the end of the month anyway. We just had to make sure the house was ready for viewings at any time. No problem!

That is until yesterday when they called and informed us that they had an interested party who wanted to view the house the next evening(this evening at this point). That was fast!! They hadn't even put up the For Rent sign yet!! So I obliged(like I could actually say no) and went into panic mode. I mean, it's not like we live like pigs, or anything, but I knew there was A LOT of laundry that needed to be done and, well, I hadn't done a deep clean... ever. So I knew today was going to be a VERY busy day.

My sister(bless her heart!) came over and helped me and we spent from 11 am- 4:30pm just cleaning The front half of the house. And cleaning. Oh, and cleaning some more(I think it's cleaner than when I moved in!).  By that point we still had the three bedrooms we needed to clean, laundry etc. There was no way we could get it done. So what did we do? Cleaned like a 3 year old. EVERYTHING went under the beds, beds got made to cover and vacuuming commenced. We were on the third bedroom, only one of them actually vacuumed, when my landlord called at 5 and said the appointment cancelled. Yay!! ...I think.

On the plus side, it means we don't have to clean anymore today! No more rush, no more panic. But on the other hand, that means I still have more cleaning ahead of me later... under the beds. Argh!! But my house has never been cleaner!

Now off to my dad's to cook for him. Wish me luck!

My favorite time of day

I like to say to people who have babies, "I remember what that was like..." My daughter is 7 years old so I can usually say been there, done that. After all, what has a toddler done that my baby hasn't?

Well, a strange fact occurred to me today. I have no effing clue!! After I was promoted to customer(what we called being fired at my last job), I became a stay at home mom desperately trying to find a job. So, (hopefully) temporarily, I babysit my niece and nephew who are 3 and 2 respectively. I also babysit my sister's friend's daughter who is a whole whopping 18 mos. When I was asked to do it, I thought, "No problem. Been there, done that." Yeah, no.

I come home more tired everyday when I watch just one. I find that my patience at the end of the day is nil to none and my motivation is... well, it ran out the door when I woke up. I am mentally drained, physically exhausted, and emotionally cracked by 7 pm. My day doesn't usually end until about midnight. I'm sure you can see how the rest of my day goes. =)

With all the stress it's a wonder there is a time of day I look forward to! But there is. Right now. I'm sitting in it right now, as I type. Bedtime. Glorious, glorious bedtime. Big sigh of relief!

Today I had all three, 1 in the morning, the other 2 at night. I was frazzled by the time I got here and chasing 2 toddlers with more energy then I could ever know what to do with, well, makes me wanna pull my hair out. I love my hair. But 8 pm hit and suddenly there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Down for bed they go! Now I sit in the first moment of silence I've had since 5:30 this morning and the only thing I'm missing is my glass of wine... Guess beggars can't be choosers. =)

One Step at a Time...

There's no need to rush/It's like learning to fly/Or falling in love...

That's how I want to live. And that is why I've started this blog. This blog is to chronicle my baby steps, my journey through life.

My goal with this blog is not to get viewers, followers, or comments. To be frank, I don't care if this is never viewed because more or less, this is just for me. Would I love if I had followers? Absolutely. But that is not what is necessary. This is my outlet and a way for me to remember those moments that touched me, whether good or bad.

So to anyone who does decide to follow, thank you. If I don't follow you already, I will. But I have to let you know, and may this be a warning for everyone: If my blog is offensive to anyone, you are more than welcome to leave and never read me again. As I said before, this is for me, not you. I'm not gonna go out of my way just to make you happy. I've done that too long... but that is another blog.

So I'm just gonna take it one step at a time, and this is step one...