You may have noticed my posting has become less frequent. To be honest, my obsession with Farm Town has become an illness. I'm seeking help.
But more than that is a deep desire to spend time with my children. I've been limiting my computer time and trying to spend more time at tea parties and car races. It's a little boring to be honest, but what's that compared to Missy looking at me at bedtime, thanking me for playing ponies.
Yes, the dishes have piled up and my linen closet is pretty trashed because the kids helped fold and put away towels. I actually stayed home from church yesterday, so that I could give the kitchen floor a good scrubbing. But it's so worth it.
As I start to find balance, I'll resume a more regular posting schedule. I'll still be throwing random bits and pieces up now and then and I have a hysterical story (with pictures) about my first attempt at cutting Red's hair. Bear with me, friends.
I'm off now. I have a date with a handsome young man and some dinosaurs.
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Welcome to My World
It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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4 comments:
while ur postings have been less frequent, they're always worth the wait. But this is a must to be seen with pictures of u cutting Red's (not-so-red-anymore) hair, haha.
And do not fear, for although Farm Town has become ur crack of the century, it seems that Twilight has become mine again. I share the pain
--Christina (ur now 16 year old reader from a far previous comment post =P)
Good for you - have a great time!!
you do what you gotta do girlfriend....kids come first, blogs come second...or third even!
XOXOXOX
You & me both, girl. I am getting a sense of urgency that my time with them is fleeting. In three years, my oldest will be 18. Next year, my youngest starts junior high. Our world is constantly changing. I want to make sure I'm a constant in this ever changing world of theirs.
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