I don’t think I’ll ever manage NaBloPoMo. It’s been a week since my last post; I can’t imagine posting every day. You’d think with four kids I would have excitement. Or thrills. Or more broken bones. But really, my life is SSDD (that’s same shit, different day).
Since our lack of electricity excitement last week, I’ve spent the majority of my time trying to tidy up my house, doing laundry, taking kids to the doctor. I have spent lots of time being yelled at by my eight year old because “I never help her with her homework” or because I make her do chores. Lots of time. Being yelled at. I can’t wait for the teenage years.
We got another 8 inches of snow on Monday. That makes almost THREE FEET of new snow in a week. I can picture us on Memorial Day with a snow pile on the front lawn. Last year during April vacation we were shoveling down the pile to melt, while we were planting our vegetable garden. How’s that for irony?
I had a doctor’s appointment yesterday for my annual exam. How’s that for fun? She asked me how it’s going, being home with all the kids. I looked at her and said “it’s incredibly difficult.” I used to be all “oh it’s great” but in all honesty, being home with three kids under 4 every day is just plain difficult. It’s exhausting. That doesn’t mean I don’t love them. It just means I could really do with some more free time, away from them. I did spend all day Saturday out with friends, scrapbooking, and it was sheer bliss. Doug said I was a bit giddy before I left and that wasn’t very fair. I think I’m allowed a bit of giddiness when I know I’m going to get 9 hours to myself. He only gets to spend a few hours each day with the kids; actually, probably only 3 hours out of the day does he get to see them (oh that was grammatically poor, now wasn’t it?). I think I could use more 9 hour days to myself.
So that’s a tidy little roundup of the boringness (apparently that’s a word!) that is my life. Anyone have anything exciting going on?