~ Priorities ~

Dear Erica...this is for you, sorry it's been so long.

1. Priorities, first of all I have to think for a second how to spell that word. It's not one that flows out of my head phonetically or conceptually. I'm having a crash course in priorities this week. It's time I cut back on work...it's too much, I'm losing my mind, my house is a mess and I could snap at any second...most likely the second coming up. So it's time to look at my hectic life and see what's causing me to be the scary mommy. It's work, too much work. It has taken me a few weeks to simply make the decision to make the decision. Does that make sense? I'm not one that makes decisions easily. I can be spontaneous...but I usually over think it later. I know, you're stitting there thinking...huh??! So, the moral of the story is...I'm trying to figure out where my priorities lie.

2. My son wants a dog. My son has wanted a dog since he could say dog. So he's just turned 11 and has had his paper route for six months. In that time he has divided his money up between tithing, savings and spending money. He has not spent any of the spending money. He's saved it...what for?....a dog. He's saved quite a lot and it's getting to the point that I'm going to have to wrestle his father to the ground (which he will enjoy) and beat some sense into him ( also enjoy) and then really make him see that this child really does need a dog. Even if it's only long enough to see that a dog may not be a good idea, he has to have the chance. Stay tuned, we may soon be dog owners.

3. Who thought it would be a dandy idea for women's cycles to start cyncing (sp?) together when they spend time together? I know I've talked about this before, because it perplexes me so....like what the heck, I don't get it.

4. Where do all the matching socks go? Really. Two go into the laundry, one....or none....come out. Sometimes they are under the bed, understandable. Sometimes they are left in the dryer, also acceptable....but where are all the rest. I have a old laundry basket full of onesies....where have all the socks gone?

5. Taxi Mom....I'm becoming one. It's happened slowly over the 11 years of motherhood, but lately it has hit full force. Between sports, and church and errands and life and running away.....I seem to be constantly in my van. My friend D told me once that my van is my 72 hour kit. There's water, blankets and food in there....what more do you need.

6. Why does this zit I am growing have to be so hurty? That's a real word at our house. I don't break out often, but I'm stressed...and I'm getting one of those zits that starts out slow and grows and grows. You can't squeeze anything out of it, cause it's still growing. You have to wait until the timer dings before you can get up close to the mirror and make some progress. When you see me, please don't stare at the lovely thing I'm beginning to grow.

7. Mommy. This word implies thoughts of love and joy. (ya right) It was very cute when my little one changed 'Mom' to 'Mommy'. I had a little moment of sadness that he was old enough to say the whole word. That there are no more babies at our house, that he's getting big. That all came to an end about the 56 kabillionth time he said it in one day. It's his new favorite word...he says it constantly. I don't know who he's talking to, cause his mommy checked out a long time ago.

8. B brought home a WiiFit. So I'm supposed to do this everyday and it measures everything from how much is in my savings account to how many times I've clenched my teeth. It does this body imaging thing where basically it weighs you and let you know that....shocker...you've gained weight since the last time. So it wants to know why you think you've gained weight, and you're actually supposed to pick one. This has obviously been created by a man. Options are things like...ate too much, ate late last night, wearing heavy clothes....stupid stuff like that. I'm standing on this thing and looking for the answer I want.....having my period and don't fit into anything I own, retaining water that I drank last week, eating everything I can lay my hands on, stressed out from being alive, haven't slept well in 11 years.....interestingly, none of those options were given.

9. My summer just opened up. What does that mean? Well if you read point #1, I'm trying to cut back my business. This hasn't actually happened yet, but it's in the process. I got a call today and have lost one of my biggest clients. No one to blame, I knew this would come eventually. She wants me to work in office, I can't give her that. I've been doing their books for 2 years...but I knew this would come. I'm a little on edge over this, it was out of my control.....I like control. But, my summer just opened up. I need to spend time with my children, quality time, without any technology time.....my summer just opened up.

10. Cutting back my company is going to make a slight dent on my disposable income....I like disposible income. It's mine and I dispose of it as I want....which is generally done in clothing stores and at Costco. Costco is like heaven....there is a crap load of stuff there that I need. Every week I go and find lots of things that I definately NEED. I'm going there tomorrow, I know I'll come home with something I didn't know I needed, until I was looking at it at Costco.