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My laptop has decided to stop working this am so I am blogging on the BlackBerry. I have a feeling there will be more typos than usual.
That being said I am awake and attempting to move. My body isn't being as cooperative as I would like it to be. Its still in shock from yesterday. A lot of action in one day.today I've got Sunday School to contend with. I am thinking of how I am going to bring 20 flowers and clay pots downstairs and all. I am thinking about whether or not the little man will be going. I am guessing not since he questions why he has to go if Daddy doesn't go.
I really would love to go to brunch today but I am not holding my breath on that one.
I do know I have a bunch of cleaning to do today. Especially the kitchen. And a ton of laundry. You know what would be a swell gift to me? The ability to pick up after yourself and put the laundry away. That would be awesome. Its incredibly frustrating to be consistently sweeping up behind someone else and never feel like I am getting ahead. Ok so I'm whining but its mothers day & I'm allowed. I expend a lot of mental energy on trying to fight a losing battle. The question is do I give into the chaos or do I fight back?
I want the little man to learn to pick up after himself. I want him to be independent. But right now I can tell where he's been by the trail of stuff. its incredibly frustrating especially when it seems like I am the only one interested in picking the stuff up.
The other piece of frustration for me is I try really hard to take care of myself but things don't always happen. For one thing, my grandmother told me growing up that if you spent a lot of time on yourself you were full of yourself or some sort of painted hissy (neither which I aspired to). So the whole concept of taking care of myself causes a bit of guilt &