Today, my husband and my boys are at church. I am sitting at home by myself.
I know that Rich wants me to go to church with him. He doesn't like sitting in the pews by himself. I know that Teddy wants me to keep Pete home so he can enjoy Teddy and Daddy time. But me... I like it this way. It gives me a rare hour or so of freedom that I don't often get.
Yes, I have the time when the boys are in PDO to myself. But so often, that time is taken up with exercise or shopping or appointments or cleaning. There are still things to be done. And occasionally, Rich will keep the boys and let me go out to Starbucks to get things done and enjoy a macciato or frappachino or something. But those times aren't here in my home.
Today, I have an hour to do whatever I want. Originally, I wanted to use that time to work on some past due swaps. And I still may use some of that time for that. But I've started the time out with working on the computer, getting my pictures of the moon uploaded and updating here on Sanity's Overrated. Will I do all that needs to be done here? Nope. Reviews are still waiting until maybe later tonight, maybe tomorrow. Same with Blog Dare and the 100 Days of Pictures. They all take a bit more work and preparation than I currently want to spend. I prefer the chance to just write.
So for an hour today, I am free. Free to write what I want. Free to curl up on the couch with a glass of soda, my journal that I'm doing for a swap partner and Dexter on the DVD. Free to enjoy the quiet in my house that goes with having kids out of it.
Don't get me wrong. I love having my kids around. They really are what keep me going. But sometimes, it's great to have the freedom to destress and decompress. When they get home, I won't be snappy or short with them. I'll be refreshed and ready to have fun with them at Chuck E Cheese.
All because of an hour of freedom.
And a lot less fun than the other options.
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20 March 2011
13 March 2011
Sunday Scribblings - Big
Sunday Scribblings is a blog that gives I've blogging prompts once a week. It's usually just one word or one phrase and you can take it wherever you want to go with it. I've been wanting to start this up for awhile because I can always use prompts to help me figure out what to write. I'm hoping to keep this up on a weekly basis. (Which reminds me, I need to catch up with BlogDare as well. Look for that coming soon as well.)
Anyway, today's prompt is Big.
The first thought that comes to my mind when I read the word "Big" is my boys. Every day, they seem to be getting bigger, getting older. They surprise me with the things they learn and the joy they bring me.
When I look at Teddy, I realize what a young man he's getting to be. He's 5, but sometimes he makes me think that he's older than that. Gone is the little boy look in his face and in his words. Instead, I see the shadow of both myself and my husband in the curves of his face. 5 had always seemed so young to me. But with him as the newest 5 year old in my life, it seems so old. He reads at a 2nd or 3rd grade level. He uses words that most 5 year olds don't know. He tries to help with his younger brother, wanting to take on more responsibilities. He even told me the other day, when Pete was giving me a hard time in the library, "Mommy, you go look at books. I'll argue with Peter." He's ready for kindergarten, but I'm not sure if I am. I wish he wasn't getting big so quickly.
Peter is 2 1/2 and every day it seems like he learns something new. He never used to talk much, but now he's having a language explosion. New words come out of his mouth daily. He mimics his brother or his father or myself. He's started telling knock knock jokes. He does things to be funny. He's learning how to dress himself. He can drink without needing a sippy cup. He has definite likes and dislikes. He's moving from toddler to little boy quicker than I can keep up with.
He's so different from Teddy at that age. They both have a great sense of humor, but Pete's so much more physical than Teddy. He'll throw himself down to do silly things, slide down a couple stairs face first... various things to make us laugh. He always seems to smile. Teddy was always happy as well, but it was... different. Pete isn't as interested in reading or computer time or TV. Teddy always has been. Pete does love to color and do crafts. Teddy's never had much interest in that. Pete runs at life full tilt. Teddy's always been a bit more cautious.
Being a mom means that I watch my boys grow bigger every day. As often as I'm proud of the boys they are becoming, there are just as many times as I wish I could arrest them at this age, keep them as my babies rather than watch them get bigger. But that's not the way that life works. And at least I can watch them get bigger. I'm always grateful for that.
Anyway, today's prompt is Big.
The first thought that comes to my mind when I read the word "Big" is my boys. Every day, they seem to be getting bigger, getting older. They surprise me with the things they learn and the joy they bring me.
When I look at Teddy, I realize what a young man he's getting to be. He's 5, but sometimes he makes me think that he's older than that. Gone is the little boy look in his face and in his words. Instead, I see the shadow of both myself and my husband in the curves of his face. 5 had always seemed so young to me. But with him as the newest 5 year old in my life, it seems so old. He reads at a 2nd or 3rd grade level. He uses words that most 5 year olds don't know. He tries to help with his younger brother, wanting to take on more responsibilities. He even told me the other day, when Pete was giving me a hard time in the library, "Mommy, you go look at books. I'll argue with Peter." He's ready for kindergarten, but I'm not sure if I am. I wish he wasn't getting big so quickly.
Peter is 2 1/2 and every day it seems like he learns something new. He never used to talk much, but now he's having a language explosion. New words come out of his mouth daily. He mimics his brother or his father or myself. He's started telling knock knock jokes. He does things to be funny. He's learning how to dress himself. He can drink without needing a sippy cup. He has definite likes and dislikes. He's moving from toddler to little boy quicker than I can keep up with.
He's so different from Teddy at that age. They both have a great sense of humor, but Pete's so much more physical than Teddy. He'll throw himself down to do silly things, slide down a couple stairs face first... various things to make us laugh. He always seems to smile. Teddy was always happy as well, but it was... different. Pete isn't as interested in reading or computer time or TV. Teddy always has been. Pete does love to color and do crafts. Teddy's never had much interest in that. Pete runs at life full tilt. Teddy's always been a bit more cautious.
Being a mom means that I watch my boys grow bigger every day. As often as I'm proud of the boys they are becoming, there are just as many times as I wish I could arrest them at this age, keep them as my babies rather than watch them get bigger. But that's not the way that life works. And at least I can watch them get bigger. I'm always grateful for that.
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