so i have been considering a blog again for a while, last time i kept thinking it was too much pressure. this time eh... i don't care. ha. i may write, i may not, it might be funny, or lame, or serious, or happy. who knows. its whatever. there's a lot rolling around in this head of mine.
i mean i pretty much live in a bubble. a bubble in my home, all day and all night with these little boys (and one man). i am daily overtaken by huge amounts of testosterone, that is swelling larger everyday. lots of wrestling, super hero conversations, (because i am not sure if they actually ever get around to playing super hero's, they just discuss in great length and detail exactly what each super hero will do and how they will do it) bike riding, ball throwing, wrestling (i know i said it twice, it's that much), climbing, jumping, swinging, running,and eating. i am severely and realistically convinced i will be eaten out of house and home. right now they are only 6,4,3 and 1. and the 1 year old eats the most! out of control i tell you, out of control. most of my dealings with the outside world do not technically consist of the "outside world". grocery stores, play places, some play dates, story time at the library, various sport practices/games for the children. we go to church 2 times a week, but most of the time i am rounding up the kids. don't get me wrong i am NOT complaining. this is it. this is what i dreamed about, having a marriage and family, and i LOVE it tremendously, it's what i wanted to be when i grow up, a mom. it wasn't until i started having babies that i really felt i was doing what i wanted to in life. i truly do feel blessed that i am able to stay home.
yet, i am greatly aware that it is a season, and i am not solely defined as a mom. i still shower ever day, regardless of screaming children. i don't wear my husbands old t-shirts, or jeans for that matter (i don't get that, please don't be offended if you do, i am sure it is very comfortable, i am in to comfort, no heals for me, but i like a cute sweater, and some rockin jeans). i do my hair (at least when i leave the house), i adamantly desire to remain in my other role as a woman. (a lady, woman, girl whatever, i was introduced to another 13 year old by my 13 year neighbor as "this is my neighbor lady", i laughed out loud, i'm sure she thought i was really cool) i work out at home pretty much 5 days a week, just little 30 min thingy's, jillian micheals and i are tight. jon and i try to get out on a date at least once a month ( i still really like him as a person, probably more than ever,we laugh a lot, we've been married 10 years, i really think it gets good after like 6 or 7 years - haha, no i am serious, true story). i get out by myself once a month with my mom group from church, which i desperately look forward to every month, sometimes i get wild and stay out past 10! woo. (i always find it amazing how many people are out past 8 pm - ha, i guess i am the only one in jammies by 7:30 when the children go to bed, that's right i said 7:30, mamma don't play)
so if you so choose to read this blog, i suppose it will be a lot of obnoxious stories about my children. or my great adventures out of the house with them (i cannot stay inside all day, i cannot do it, must keep moving....) so welcome to the little insights into my head. maybe i just need an outlet, since i lack adult conversation during the day (well and most evenings, jon has to get up at 4 am so he goes to bed early 4 nights a week). which i have learned to embrace some quietness. ahhhh...quiet is ok. either way, here i go, keepin it real.
