Sometimes I forget how lucky I am. The daily things that are my life bog me down and I forget to be thankful for what I do have. Sometimes I feel like my life is a series of undoings. For example the heaps of laundry I do every week are undone as quick as I do it. I cook dinner just for it to be eatin and undone, same with the dishes they are undone as quick as they are done. The housework is undone as soon as the kids get home from school. We pay the bills just so they can be undone and done again. Is that what life is? Just a series of constant undoings? Or are our doings meant to be undone? Do I sound crazy? I know that every woman who is a mother and a wife can relate to this concept of undoings.
What about the relationships in our lives that have been undone? Some of them are for the better, some of them never were for the better, and what about the hurt that they have caused that will never be undone. Will I always carry the baggage of all the undoings until I am done? Don't worry this blog post is now DONE.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Peyton had her 9th Birthday party on Saturday. We had 5 nine year old girls stay the night, it was a very long night full of scary stories, shrill laughs, and little girl arguments. I was exhausted by Sunday Morning. I took them all skating Saturday night, that was also the longest 2 hours of my life. She had a lot of fun and Josh and I decided to get her a Ginni Pig for her birthday. That was all she asked for and really wanted, so we gave in. It was a little white thing with red eyes. She named it Princess. I am speaking of it in past tense because after 2 days of having it as a pet, Peyton accidental left it on her bed Sunday night and fell asleep with it on her bed. Monday morning I awoke to a lot of screaming and crying. The cat had been let in by a mysterious culprit, and needless to say he had a tasty breakfast of Ginni pig delight. The poor Ginni pig was beyond help by the time we got it from Big Kitty. It took it's last breath in Josh's hands, and then went to the great dark beyond, which we call the dumpster. Peyton was heart broken and said she couldn't believe that she murdered her new pet. I told her it would be alright and that she didn't murder it the cat did. I explained that the Kitty thought it was doing her a great service by protecting her from what he thought was an intruder on his girlie's bed. We decided that we would get her a new one within the next few weeks, but if this one suffers a similar fate as the other, than that's it, no more Ginni rats. Peyton said she would name it Princess 2. I knew that getting a new pet would be an adventure however I didn't realize that it would be over so quickly.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Today starts my spring break. It is much needed and very much appreciated. I am doing quite well this semester and I am possibly thinking about going for my bachelors degree via the Internet through U.W. I'm just toying with the idea, I think I may take it slow and take a class or two a semester while working. I should be done with my Management degree by Christmas time. If all goes well I only have accounting 2 left. I am going to take the entire summer off to work on my yard, finish some house projects, and spend time with the kids. It has been so nice here in Casper, in the high 60's and low 70's which got me to re-evaluate my closet situation, which is quite an undertaking. I think I'm addicted to clothes. I can't help it, maybe I should look into a clothes anonymous group. Today is bitterly cold though, I wish mother nature would make up her mind already. I'm all cabin fevered and ready to go outside and play. I'm also sick of the high gas bills, our dinosaur of a boiler is only about 40% efficient, and a few weeks ago it decided to have a major malfunction. We got it up and running again however it needs replaced by next winter. They quoted us at 4,000. The boiler we have is the original that came with the house, the plummets who came here said they have never seen something so old, and that it out lived its useful life about 35 years ago. Another day another dollar. Such is life.