Life Happens

I know, I know, you missed me didn't you? Life has a way of, well getting in the way sometimes. The entire month of March all six of us were horribly sick. Getting on the computer was not what I felt like doing. I did, but nothing that required me to think. So here I am, back and armed with new intimate details of my motherly life.

I have to make this quick, because not only do I need to get back to my writing, but I need to get back to my running. All things about me have fallen by the wayside these past couple months. Not a good idea when you are a mom. I have said time and time again, it is SO important to remember to take time for yourself so that you can regroup and be a better mom. Ok so my boyfriend took me to the Dominican for a week in April. What?! that was a LONG time ago. Four whole weeks! Boo Hoo! I want to go back! I have no shame hawking tshirts to tourists on the beach!

As reality has it, here I am in Michigan, jobless and carting my kids everywhere. AGAIN! As you know my kids started a chore chart back in January. We did great up until we all got sick in March. Being the great mother that I am, I told them since we were all so sick I'd give them a free pass for March and they could decide a reward. They chose a hotel and swimming. Great idea? Not so much. I won't say where we went this past weekend. I will say that my kids had a blast and all I wanted to do was leave and scrub each of them with a bottle of bleach! It wasn't that the location was dirty. It was the other clientelle in the water that concerned me. I have always prided myself on being an openminded individual. But even I have to draw the line at some point! I saw children get in the water that should clearly NOT be in. I broke up one fight, told one child to knock it off, and told countless others to stop running on the pool deck. Mind you, NONE of these children were mine! Where were these kids parents you ask?? I have no clue! All I knew was that I rounded my kids up at one point and marched them back to the room so that Mommy could regroup with a hefty vodka.

I have never been so happy to come home in my whole life. There is something about your own home and your own things that make you feel at peace. Scrub yourselves children, keep scrubbing til Mommy sees skin falling off!!! Ugh! Never again. I was perfectly happy being the mean mom that NEVER did anything nice or fun for my kids.