Time is a Tickin'

I heard somewhere that in order for a blog to be considered a blog, the administrator must post regularly (daily). Well in that case, this is no longer a blog. If I could create another 8 hours to add onto the already 24 hour day, maybe I would be able to reach the goal of posting daily. Unfortunately, I can't; so, I won't!


Nevertheless....time is a tickin'. We're rounding out another school year. Thank God it was better than last year. Hopefully next year will be even better. With both boys in school this year one would think I would have all of this extra time on my hands, since I'm sitting at home. That couldn't be farther from the truth. In addition to cooking twice a day and keeping the house (relatively) clean and well stocked, I've been volunteering at school three times a week, taking an evening (cake decorating class) and purging our house for an impending move. We have so much stuff, I started packing in October and I've just begun to put a dent in it.


I look at other mothers and just when I ask, "How are they getting anything done? With all their socials and getaways, when do they find time to ---?" I notice the kid at school wearing his soccer uniform, or the one at church with his shoes on the wrong feet; the one who is obnoxious, always sick, can't read....the list goes on. This is by no means a judgment, it's just the answer--- they don't! Everyone's priorities are different. Everyone has a different tolerance level and set of expectations.

I have always been a perfectionist. That's not a brag, but a fact. It actually bothers me. I wish I could relax and not get so worked up about things, but I can't. Obviously, I know I'm not perfect. My standards and expectations are just so high, they can't be reached. Setting unattainable goals is a recipe for frustration. I know this, but I can't seem to stop.

At any rate, I'll keep learning to hammer this flaw out. One of my goals is to avoid having my sons on a psychiatrist's couch because I've screwed them up. Wish me luck!

My Weekend

Mother's Day is always a bittersweet holiday for me. I'm torn between being celebrated as a mom and longing to celebrate my own mother. Ironically, I celebrate her everyday in my commitment to my kids. I'm passionate about being a good mother. Although I miss the mark daily, I get up and try again. My hope is that I leave them with as many happy childhood memories as I have.
I've enjoyed my weekend thus far. Today I got plenty of much needed R&R. Tomorrow I plan to do the same. I'm debating on whether or not to skip the ceremonial M Day dinner because the idea of waiting 2 hours (most places are not taking reservations) for an overpriced, mediocre meal is not relaxing. We'll see how I feel tomorrow.

Me, Myself and I

Using my hands keeps me sane. I've made it a priority to resume my creative projects. I finished two throw pillows for the patio furniture. I finally solved a fabric issue and will be able to work on the seat cushions this week.
I've also started a cake decorating class. This is a hobby that I've had for a while. I bought a few supplies and tried my hand at it. I mastered a lot of the techniques, but missed out on some of the basics. Last night was the first class and I've already learned some pretty neat tips. I'm looking forward to doing some really fancy cakes. I think that will be a pretty neat skill to learn.
I guess it's never too late to make a resolution. I resolve to do more of what makes me happy! Everyone knows "If Mama's Not Happy..."