Ok..

So, here we go. I use to have a blog. I have no idea what happened to it. I remember it being therapeutic in some weird way...so, I'm giving it another shot.
Today was quite uneventful. Which is totally fine with me. I got up...dragged myself to the coffee pot & watched as the drip seemed all too slow. I sat at the table...drinking a few sips as I heard the sound of my little boy coming into the kitchen. I always know its him, cause he walks so hard on his heels. I sometimes cringe at how hard he stomps them as he walks. He came in, gave me hugs as always...then immediately asked if he could have a "pull cheese" (aka string cheese) and a yogurt. I agreed and sat next to him as he ate his breakfast. He wanted to tell me all about how he kept trying to take off his pajamas last night cause he woke up hot. He (as with all my kids) sweat as they sleep. Its weird. But, yeah. As he was talking all I could think about was how horrible his morning breath was. I didn't have the heart to tell him so I sat there and listened as he went on and on and on. My boy is growing so fast. Time is so strange. At the risk of sounding overly dramatic...the brevity of life is something that is starting to scare me. I guess I'm approaching 30 and reflecting over how I've spent my teenage years and 20's. Even being a Christian, the issue of life/death is one that freaks me out. I guess when the Bible talks about life being "just a vapor"...it wasn't kidding. *Pause & ponder*
Back to my morning. The girls got up about half hour later, and we got into the normal morning routine...breakfast, clean up, dressed, teeth brushed. It seems like those few things pretty much take us to lunch time to complete. Today, I had to do the "stay at home mom" duties of laundry and cleaning. Its a never ending job. Just when the dishes are done...its time to make & eat dinner. Just when I'm caught up on laundry, someone will wet the bed, creating a few loads of sheets/blankets/etc. Grr. I remember when I went back to work after Eve was born, all I wanted was to be home with her....but as my kids get older and more independent, I'm starting to feel ready to get out more. I'm considering finding a part time job, just to get a break...Make some adult friends again. I  feel guilty even saying that. But, I'm thinking it'll make me a better mom. I can't decide what I want. I keep weighing it out...go back to work? Go back to school? Whichever option...I want 20 hours or less a week and to enjoy what I'm doing. I've done my fair share of crap jobs. No desire to repeat. We'll see. So, the kids and I spent the afternoon playing with my nephew Ethan, since Andrea had a tattoo appointment and had plans to hang out with a friend in the evening. I knew I'd be home, so what is one more kid? Its been a very typical day here in our house. The kids now are sleeping...HGTV is on...and I'm sitting on the couch...laptop, yes...on lap. Its a day that seems pretty insignificant, but life seems to be made up of just 1 little day. I'm beginning to realize I need to take it all in...even the "insignificant" days will be missed as they pass so quickly...one right after another.
Disclaimer: This blog is written in the wee hours of the morning by a mom who is 99.9% of the time, sleep deprived. I may or may not feel the same after getting sleep