The Sky is Falling

Doesn't it seem like some some days (or weeks or months) the sky is falling? Let me explain what I mean. Lately, (it been one of those months) I feel like everything is falling in on me at once-I feel overwhelmed. I have been a hampster running in a wheel. It doesn't help that I am a self-admitted and incurable perfectionist! So, I take on too much, over commit and feel like I have to be everything to everyone and that it all must be flawlessly executed. Super mom, wife, daughter, friend, master gardener, chef, laundress, cruise director, housekeeper, Y.W. leader, party planner, taxi driver, alarm clock, day timer...you name it...I do it...ALL! The list could go on and on. How do I get it all done? And, with a cheerful attitude? Sometimes I feel like if one more person asks me to do one more thing for them, I'm gonna either flip-out or bite their head off or have a nervous breakdown. O.K., B R E A T H E. Overwhelmed, I tell you.

So I ask myself, "How do you simplify? So, that you can enjoy the moments?" Cause, I'm definitely missing a lot of them. I'm simply too busy.

I think I might need a vacation. In fact, Todd and I are most overdue for one without the kiddos. Ahhh...where to go? Tahiti sounds heavenly! Seriously, the beach, the sand, the sun, a daiquiri....instead, REALITY CHECK: I have Stake Youth Conference and Stake Girls Camp to look forward to in June a week apart...not quite the vacation I had in mind. Reality. Stinks sometimes? Don't it? I know, it sounds like I bit into a lemon before I posted this. But really, I just need a quiet place to vent and quite possibly a little validation for all that we are and all that we accomplish as women living in this day and age. It's a lot some months...and some months, the sky is definitely falling! I think I'll run away....FAST!!!

What Would You Rather...

So, if you had a choice would your preference be to have a great marriage with little money or would you rather have alot of money and be in a not so great marriage? (I know, we'd all probably like both, great marriage with money) but if those were your choices what would you rather? Just curious.

WOULD SOMEONE PLEASE TELL MOTHER NATURE THAT I DECLARED SPRING'S ARRIVAL OVER A MONTH AGO IN MARCH!!!! ENOUGH SNOW ALREADY!

O.K., So you might think my declaration of spring was a little premature in March, but honestly, my yard is telling me it's spring. The weather just hasn't clued in yet. Maybe Mother Nature is on sabbatical somewhere. She needs to get with the program and usher in the springtime weather! I would appreciate a sunny day with temps in the seventies!

I Declare SPRING Officially Here!!!!

Oh, How I've Missed the Color Yellow!

Daffs are some of my all-time favorite flowers. But, who doesn't love any springtime flower? This little beauty is the only one in my yard. What a nice suprise! I have two weeks to enjoy her. Tulips won't be up for another 3-4 weeks. More color is on its way! Yea!!! It's been a LONG winter this year.

Cabin Fever!

I have cabin fever. BAD! I cannot wait for spring to come. I am so tired of feeling cooped-up. I am tired of doing the laundry and cooking meals and doing dishes, only to wake-up the next day and do it all again-Groundhog Day is my life! I am so tired of my house-and cleaning it-all the time. It doesn't help that it has been for sale now for 6 months and it hasn't sold yet. Damn the economy! Meanwhile, I have to keep making trips to our storage shed to retrieve items I thought I wouldn't need or wouldn't need to unpack until we moved into our new house. I was hoping not to have to go get the Christmas tree and decorations. But had to. When I took them back to the shed, I moved the box that had the kids Easter baskets in it. I distinctly remember cussing in December, that I better not have to come back to the shed to retrieve them, surely, we would have the house sold. Granted, I still have a month before Easter comes, but, I'm ready for a change. Maybe, I'm just ready for the weather to change, or to see color again, or eat a big piece of watermelon or wear my Capri's. Whatever. I just need something to change. I'm ready to trade cabin fever for spring fever.
How 'bout you?

How "Mr. Chuckles" Got Himself Out of the Doghouse

On Valentines Day, Mr. Chuckles got himself out of the doghouse. (See Ha, ha, Very Funny post below.) Friday night he came home with a dozen of the most exquisite pink roses, a tiny hot pink bag from Victoria's Secret with some "un-mentionables" that I won't mention, and a dozen chocolate dipped strawberries. The bases were covered! I am a very lucky (not stupid) woman. How could I not forgive him? I wish that I could say it was due to my short memory that he had been forgiven, but, I'm not inclined to forget that last little practical joke, quite yet. Granted, I didn't get these things to make up for what he did, but the chocolate does go a long way to help me forgive and in time, forget. Chocolate can cure anything in my book!!

Todd, I love you! You make life so much fun. Exasperating at times, but fun! XOXOXO

Ha, ha, Very Funny!!

After a long day of driving home from West Yellowstone, we arrived home to find that the fridge and cupboards were bare (Well, almost. Nobody wanted to eat the leftovers from before we left-gross!) So, once I unpacked everybody and got the laundry started, I headed off to grocery shop. (While Todd, took a nap. Why is it that a woman's work is never done?!!) I went to Macey's to pick up a few things then to Wal-Mart. I purposely parked my car at the very end of the isle, so I could get some walking in from being in a cramped car all day. Besides, have you ever been stupid enough to go shopping at Wal-Mart on a Saturday evening? The parking lot was pretty full. My point is, I distinctly remember parking far, far out in the lot.

I did my shopping with the crowds. Did the self checkout, and headed out to the parking lot. I checked my phone to see if I had missed any calls, yep, two from home. Who's been playing with the volume on my phone, anyway? So, on my way out to my car, I called Todd to check-in and see what he wanted earlier. I got to the end of the isle, where I thought I had parked (still on the phone with Todd) NO CAR! I said to Todd, " Damit, I can find my car! I'm sure this is where I parked!" He says, "What do you mean you can't find the car?" I say, " Well, you know how I sometimes forget where I park!" Sometimes I'm just not paying attention or something. Lately, I've been wondering if it's a lack of estrogen that makes my memory fuzzy? This has only happened a few times before. It's rather frusterating, not to mention highly embarrasing. I decide to start hitting my remote so I can find my car. Meanwhile, Todd says to me, "You don't think someone came and moved your car do you?" "Like who, I said." "Maybe your husband and kids." Lots of hiarious laughing from Todd this whole conversation. I say, "He better not have moved my car, this IS NOT FUNNY!" Still laughing from the other end of the phone. Quickly, I'm getting a little panicked thinking that maybe this wasn't where I had parked the car. After thinking it through, I was positive this was where I had parked! Then where in the heck was my car?? Todd's still laughing til he can't breathe. I'm so irritated, I hang up on him. So, I go back to looking for my dang car. I feel like the whole parking lot is watching me push my loaded cart all over the stinkin' place, laughing at me. Not to mention, Todd and the kids, laughing at home about the wonderful prank they just pulled on dear old Mom! Long story short, I found my car parked on an adjacent isle. I left Wal-Mart fumming mad. All I remember telling Todd when I got home was that when he gets to be my age, pay backs were gonna be a B!!

So, how 'bout Valentines? I'm not so sure I'm feeling it this year for Mr. Chuckles!