I don’t really know the answer to this question except like the simple answer of: my quiet time at bedtime.
But today I spent the early morning doing a puzzle with my daughter; and it was relaxing. I haven’t felt that way in a long time. It’s probably because we are on a vacation. So there’s no dishes, laundry, or cleaning.
So maybe vacations relax me; which is the purpose of a vacation. To relax.
So yeah, I don’t really have an answer…
Maybe playing solitaire. I’ve been playing solitaire at night to fall asleep. Because watching a movie or show keeps me awake.
Since I’m a stay at home mom I’m with my kids all the time. 24/7! Especially since I’m going to homeschool, it will be more so.
It’s why my husband works so hard; he wants me to be home. He wants to know what his children are learning. So he does the hard job, for me to stay home and do my hard job.
And it is. It is a hard job. A typical day:
Wake up at 7:00am. Because that’s when my son wants to be up. We snuggle on the couch for maybe 10min then we wake up sis sis. Then by 7:30 I’m making breakfast. Either pancakes, waffles, egg sandwich, etc. everything homemade. Also while I eat breakfast I clean up the kitchen. Hand wash dishes, load the dishwasher, clear counters. (Only if I didn’t do it the night before.)
Next: School time. I spend about 20min on a reading lesson, writing lesson, and comprehension. She only seems to have a short attention span. And even 20min is difficult.
Next: we go outside to water garden and flowers. It takes a good amount of time. A two year old makes everything take longer.
Now it’s 9am. So usually I spend time cleaning the house or doing laundry. Both my son and daughter “help”. I tell my daughter to do things and she procrastinates until I’m annoyed. My son likes to help mama, but sometimes it’s more work for me.
By now it’s 11am. I’m hungry. Being pregnant, I get hungry early. So I begin to prepare lunch. It’s usually leftovers from dinner. And if the food was tolerable to my daughter then lunch takes a while for her to eat. My son is already a vacuum cleaner. Haha! Everything is gone!
1pm: since I’m pregnant I take a nap at this time. And thankfully my son still takes naps and he takes one with me. My daughter just has her own quiet time. She does puzzles, drawing, reading, etc. Or I turn a movie on for her and she watches it over and over until we wake up. Kind of depends on how she is doing that day.
3pm: I try to do a fun activity with them. Either playing a board game to work on math, Art time, or cooking lesson. But depending on how she is behaving by this point; I tend to get her started on her chores. She has 3. Clean her room, rinse a load of dishes or put away dry dishes, and sweep kitchen/ dining room floor. And normally she procrastinates. I will usually start to prepare dinner and then continue dishes or laundry. Those two things never seem to be done.
4:30. Daddy gets home!! All the built up chaos erupts from the kiddos. I’m preparing dinner at this point and my husband has to just soak up time with his babies.
It usually takes me about 1-2 hours to get dinner done. Depends on what I’m making. But remember it’s 100% from scratch. Like tonight we are having steak burritos. Like something from chipotle. And I have to make the tortillas tonight.
But after dinner. It’s about 7pm. I have “cleaned” the kitchen. I’ve gotten to a point that my husband can make his breakfast in the morning without tripping up. Sometimes I get the kitchen clean; especially if the dinner was easy to make, but I tend to gravitate towards difficult recipes.
I finally get to sit down around 7:30pm. By then my feet are swollen. I’ve been on my feet for over the past 4 hours. A long time as a pregnant woman. But sitting is not long. Not long after my kiddos want some stories and I’m walking to my daughters room. Reading a handful of books.
8pm. Bedtime starts. Not always. Bedtime is not a set in stone time for me. If they are rambunctious still I let them get their wiggles out. So I should say usually I let them play another hour.
9pm bedtime. Showers and brushing teeth. Then we say goodnight to sis sis first. She tends to not go to sleep until much later. She is just not allowed to leave her room, unless for potty time. Next my son hangs out with my husband; they watch the show Expedition Unknown. (I don’t watch it…I should though; it would be a great way to fall asleep.) But after a while my son falls asleep and I lay with him in his bed until I know he is 100% asleep. Then I climb into my bed finally!! Usually around 10:30. And sometimes I fall asleep. But lately I’ve been so tired I can’t sleep; so I wait for my brain to turn off.
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That’s a typical day. And I do that pretty much everyday. The only changes would be if I want to bake something. Like bread or cookies, brownies, honey buns, donuts, etc. I like to bake yummy things.
But I’m with my kids all the time. And yes I feel like I’m about to go insane sometimes but then I remember that I’m not having to do a job. Like a normal job. Like my husband. I didn’t mind working; I just love to be home more. It’s a fun exhausting job!!
This pregnancy for me has been a strange one. My food desires are all out of whack.
My other pregnancies, I couldn’t stop eating. Like I gained so much extra weight because food was all I wanted.
But this pregnancy I’ve been having trouble. I’ve always had issues with “morning” sickness. (Should be called all day nausea.) I’m not one of those lucky 30%. (That number used to be 20%.)
But it’s weird this time around. Like all I could eat the first month was steak. And only steak!! But now, the thought of steak sickens me. Unless it is in Chinese food. So I went into a Chinese food phase. That only homemade Chinese food would fill my hunger.
But other things. Like I crave sweets, but it has to be certain kinds. Like brownies or ice cream. But the thought of plain chocolate is so gross.
Another, popcorn. Popcorn sounds so disgusting. Like the smell of it turns my stomach. But the thought of a can of corn sounds amazing.
Another, sourdough bread. I’ve been making our own sourdough bread for the last three years. I love sourdough bread; or at least I used to. Now it makes me sick. The taste is all wrong. So I’ve got to figure out a new recipe. I love bread; I can’t go nine months of no bread…
Another one that happened a few days ago, was the meat in the dish was whatever. I ate it because I needed it, but the onions were AMAZING!! I wanted to eat all the onions!!
Or like I’ve been craving a combo pizza. With sausage, olives, bell peppers, onions, etc. I had a piece today, and it was everything. I wanted more, but my husband would not have appreciated if I ate all his leftover pizza. So I made pizza tonight for dinner.
Also I’ve been craving this grilled cheese chicken sandwich with chipotle sauce. Oh, is it delicious!! My husband was fine with indulging in my craving, the other day, because he was able to leave me to my food and go exploring for fun new toys he’s been wanting.
So I’m just confused at how my body is this time around. Some days I just want to devour one certain food for an entire day. But then the next day comes, and the thought of that previous food is unappetizing. Haha!! I don’t get it!
Writing this out…I’m craving that chipotle sandwich again. But instead of a $10 sandwich excursion; it can very easily turn into a over $200 day.
Maybe I’ll try and make it myself…?
Have a wonderful Thursday!! Hope this post didn’t make you too hungry. I will be adventuring into another strange day of my pregnancy. Be thankful you can eat anything you want!
I actually have a few things I have collected over the years.
The first: Glass figurines.
I don’t know why I actually started to collect them. I think it was because my grandma really enjoyed buying them and gifting them to me. I can remember the first one well. My grandparents took me to Disneyland for a birthday, and my grandma bought me a sleeping beauty figurine. That was the start. Then for every birthday she gave me a new figurine. I have so many, but with little kiddos they have been living in a box a few years. Once my daughter is bigger I’ll let her see them.
Number two: Physical Movies.
I know the world has become digital over the years but I love owning dvd or blu ray movies. My family has always done this. I’m always wanting to add to my collection; as I walk by the five dollar Walmart bin. I once dug through that bin and organized it. Tells you what a party person I was when I was a teenager. I found it quite fun to do, a late night at Walmart. Haha!
My husband’s and mine’s movies almost filled one of those sleeved cases. Two hundred total.
Third Collection: Awards
This one doesn’t seem like a collection, but I’ve kept all my ribbons, medals, trophies, and plaques, from my many years of swimming. That bin weighs a ton. But in the past I’ve enjoyed pulling them out and thinking back to those days. They were some of my favorite memories. From the age four all the way to nineteen. I don’t know what I’ll do with them later on in life… but I like them, so I will move the heavy bin around from home to home. (Or the husband will move the heavy bin. It really is heavy!)
I have other things I’ve collected. Decks of cards, dice, art supplies, books, stuffed animals, etc.
I have troubles with throwing things away. Or giving things away. Because you never know when you want to play cards, and I’ve slowly collected them over the years from different places.
When you are about to play a board game and it’s missing the dice….? I can help.
Art supplies. I never have to buy any. I just take the supplies that people are giving away.
Books. I’m planning on homeschooling my kids so depending on where we end up living I want to have almost a library of books. Also…then there is no fear of a weird inappropriate book coming into my home. Every book in our home I’ve read and approved.
Stuffed animals. I kept a large percentage of my childhood stuffed animals. Which worked great with our kiddos. They both love the various animals.
So even though I collect various things they all have a purpose. It works out; my husband also likes to collect things. But his collections seem to always need to spend more money. Haha! My collections are cheap, whereas I try to keep him on budget.
Enjoy your Thursday!! Hubby is home!! The house is a happy house once again.
Fluke Spring Snowstorm
Randomly started snowing today. The snow flakes looked almost the size of my sons hands.
I’ve never actually truly broken a bone. I’ve been hurt. Severely hurt, but it’s never been broken.
I can think back through my childhood and remember sprains and deep bruises, and torn muscles. But no broken bones.
I wore roller blades in the house without a helmet on the second story, and fell down the stairs. But miraculously I was okay.
I tried the “sledding” when on a skateboard with my dog towing me, and she went so fast I fell off the skateboard and scraped almost all my skin off my limbs but no broken bones.
Swimming, I hit someone in the head with my thumb so hard they got a huge bruise, and my thumb throbbed, but no broken bones.
I ran into a teammates shoulder (with my face) and got my lip pressed into my braces. Lots of blood but nothing broke. Not even the braces.
I punched myself in the face with a paint scraper. Gave myself a minor concussion and lost some blood. An Ambulance had to come and take me to the hospital because I passed out while standing. But no broken bones.
I hurt my back enough that it stopped my swimming career, but the doctors couldn’t find the culprit.
There’s several more things. I know I sprained the same elbow more than four times. But it was never enough to break any bones.
Probably why my kids are so resilient. Their bones are strong like their mama.
I guess the only time it might have counted was when I was really little. I don’t know exactly what age…eight…ten…? Something like that. Just imagine two brothers and one sister. Plus two hula hoops over lapped. The brothers were on the outside, the sister (me) in the middle. The brothers begin to play tug-o-war. The sister trips and falls, and the brothers fall on top of her. Which causes the sister to bust up her lip and twist and chip a tooth. So much blood.
I still have it to this day. I could get it capped but it doesn’t bother me. It also has memories. Yes, some bad memories, but also I remember playing with my brothers. That day was almost twenty years ago. Wow. Time does fly.
So I guess I did break something. One tooth. I’m doing pretty good for being a adventurous child. I did so many dumb things in the past.
Enjoy your Sunday!! I will be having a quiet peaceful Sunday with my kiddos. ❤️ Also!
Synonyms: murky, muddy, thick, cloudy, clouded, etc.
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The turbid liquid,
Stirred before me.
I used to find comfort,
Instead I have misery.
The joy is gone;
The laughter too.
I’m left with murky,
Thick…
Cloudy Coffee.
It’s bitter,
It’s brown.
Now all I do is frown.
Goodbye my old friend.
I’ll never drink you again.
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Obviously this poem is about coffee, but it’s truly about the lost love for coffee. When I became pregnant with my daughter I gave up coffee. It was difficult, because I enjoyed the smell, the flavor, and just the warm drink in the morning.
I switched to a tea; which is good, but not yummy like I remember the coffee being. But I’ve been caffeine free for almost 8 years. Well for the most part.
If we are on a trip or my husband desperately needs my help I have a mocha frappe with real coffee. All the sugar and caffeine makes me an energizer bunny. But I’ve also given up sugar. So that option is no more. Now I have to drink plain old coffee.
Which I used to love! I’d have coffee with milk. Simple. But now that’s so bitter to me.
I’ve had an occasional decafe coffee and I never can drink all of it, so I’ve given up. I think coffee is not meant for me.
Which makes me feel boring. Like coffee was the thing that connected me to people my age. And I already have a tough time talking to people…now I’ve chopped out the simplest conversation starter. Haha!
Well after all that…I’m just sad to say goodbye to coffee. It’s been a part of my life since I was 15. Now a part of me is gone.
Enjoy your weekend. Enjoy a cup of coffee!!
Just a few cups I’ve gotten over the years. I need to cross out boyfriend and write husband….I love giant cups!!
I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I know why, but it’s been difficult to change my weird schedule.
I’ve been staying up late until 1-2am and my son wants to wake up at 5am. But I’ve been doing that for maybe the last week.
At night it’s my alone time, and when I divulge in binge watching shows.
But man it’s hitting me today. The husband wanted to play video games last night so I went into the room early. And magically I was tired at 11pm. And I went to sleep. And I woke up just before 7am. And I’m still exhausted.
I’ve been trying to put my son in his own bed, but the motion of laying him down wakes him up instantly. So I have to wait until he is dead asleep. which is about 1am.
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?
Mr. Pinky!!
I got a big pink bear for my first Christmas. My mom says I fell into him and gave him snuggles instantly!!
I don’t know why my giant pink bear became a boy bear but that’s what’s his name was and still is.
Yep! I still have him. My kiddos play with him now. I also have pictures of my kiddos giving Mr. Pinky hugs and kisses.
He still looks good for being so old. He has dirt marks that I guess I couldn’t get clean. Lipstick marks because when I was little I would find a lipstick smear it all over my face and give Mr. Pinky extra big kisses. Haha!
But he also is slowly falling apart at some seams so I sacrificed a pair of my shorts and he now has shorts on. It was kind of disturbing to me that the shorts fit him perfectly… I’m the same size as my giant bear…not cool.
But we will have to see how long he is around. Maybe he will get snuggles and kisses from grand babies in the future. I don’t know what is the final plan for Mr. Pinky. But he will stay with me as long as possible. Or unless one of my grandkids in the future desperately needs him. We shall see.
Where we live for some reason they won’t enclose their pool and make it year round. You travel anywhere else and everywhere there is an indoor pool.
The husband and I have talked about building an indoor pool on our property. But that would only happen if we were rolling in the money.
But even if they just enclosed our city pool. I would love to swim laps all year long.
That’s what my body craves. Because when I finally get to swim laps I feel all brand new. I feel ready for the day. I feel…good!
But instead the city wants to spend their money on terrible quality roads. Transit buses that are not needed. Building more homes in a town that doesn’t have enough water.
Maybe I’ll just buy one of those Sun Spas. You know it’s only $10,000. Chump change.
No instead, we drive a distance to a pool that is awesome. The husband says the next time I can swim laps longer. So excited!!!
Synonyms: ever-present, present every where, omnipresent, everywhere, etc.
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Life is full of these,
They never seem to leave.
They always linger,
Even if you point your finger;
They stay.
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Mother’s, father’s, sister’s, brother’s;
These things thrive in summers.
Different shapes, colors, and design.
Why do they never decline!
Instead, they stay.
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You can search,
But they are always perched.
You can clean,
But they return to the scene.
They stay.
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Can you guess?
Or do you too feel the stress?
I love them still,
I find what I can and then chill.
The socks.
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I had my husband choose the topic today. He was listing off different things, but I laughed when he said socks. Because it’s so true. So socks was the theme.
No matter how many you pick up they always seem to grow more. Or when you go to fold socks, you never have all the matches. It’s mind boggling.
But I do, I love socks. I continue to buy them. They make me happy. My daughter actually gave me a couple pairs of the slipper socks. I love those too!!
Have a wonderful Thursday!! Try to catch ‘em!! (Socks, Not Pokémon. Haha)
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