As I sit here, both of my boys are intently playing Angry Birds. Josiah has my new phone and Mike has his. They crack me up. And I just gave them both a haircut so Josiah looks especially like Mike's little mini-me. I'd take a picture, but like I said, Josiah has my phone.
It's a week into 2012 and our Christmas tree and stockings are still up and it actually doesn't bother me a bit. Maybe it's the white tree that seems more like winter than just Christmas... I don't know but I guess we'll take them down this weekend.... Or better yet, maybe we could just leave all the red and pink ornaments and let it be a Valentine's Day tree. Hmmm.... that's actually tempting.
So I'm not one for New Year's Resolutions. Honestly... it's because I have learned that goals/rules/expectations and pressure do NOT motivate me. I often wish that they did, but they seem to have the opposite effect. It's like they bring out the rebel in me that subconsciously says "who says I really have to do this anyway?!" It would be really nice if I could just be determined to do something and really go for it, but I have a serious lack of discipline and/or willpower when it comes to dieting, exercise, getting up early--- you know, all those fun things.
But it's not like I never accomplish anything... it's just all in how I look at it. I can sometimes trick myself into not thinking of things like a goal or rule, and rather like something I just really want to do... and then it works. For example, I love finding good deals on food and then prepping a bunch of meals to add to my already full freezer. Or speed cleaning every square inch of my house because we have company coming over. Or organizing Josiah's entire room and closet the day after Christmas so that there is a place for everything. And just tonight, Mike and I came up with a doable way to exercise... there is a workout room in the clubhouse of our neighborhood - and we can alternate days going over there after dinner. Just don't ask me how it's going in a few days... you know, it's that pressure thing. I'll give up. :)
In 2 year old news.... I had the most exhausting day of potty-training yet. 5 trips to public restrooms while we were out for all of 2 hours this morning. (Which means lifting 37 pounds in and out of shopping carts at least that many times... not an easy task) 2 cashiers who heard more than they probably wanted to about him telling me he needed to go poopy in the potty. 3 times over the course of an hour of trying to put him down for a nap, each time I'd hear him insistently yelling "Mommy I need to go potty!!" over the monitor. I think we just need to stay home in the mornings for a while.
Well, that's enough random rambling for tonight. I need to go get a little sleep so I can be out the door by 6:30 tomorrow morning to sub. Why oh why must Virginia Beach high schools start so early?!!
