Disappointment

Well we have all have either felt it or dealt it out; disappointment.  Sucks when you feel it and it sucks realizing it is happening to you.  I grew up in a great home!  Parents that were awesome!  The always made  me feel so important.  Never had I had to question how much they cared for me.  But now I am growing up and I am watching my so perfect life feel not so perfect.  You find out things about your family that aren't so pretty.  You learn about hurt and lies dealt out by people whom you had so high on a pedestal.  As great as my childhood was, I would never want to go back.  I would never give up what I have now for that.  I love my life and I think it is honest and great!  Will I disappointment my family????? Absolutely!  But my I weigh the priorities in my life and make sure that I choose wisely to keep those disappointments to a minimum.  We are only human so we are not perfect but we don't have to be selfish!
On a brighter note someone I am so not disappointed with is my brave sister stacy who finished her third IRONMAN today!  I would have moved mountains to have been there cheering you on if i could have!  I am so so sorry I wasn't there for you sister.  My heart hurts so badly.  I think my sister is so strong and courageous.  Her life is far from perfect but she gets up every morning with out complaint goes to the gym, teaches at school all day, and comes home for paper grading and right to bed.  Must people wish they had 5% of her will power!  I love you so much sister

Against All Odds

Well against all odds I some how managed to get one bathroom cleaned, living room picked up, dusted, and vacuumed, kitchen spotless, floors mopped, kids fed and bathed, husband fed and arms scratched, and everyone asleep!  Now what it is 9pm and nothing...I hear nothing but the keyboard clicking away.  I am supposed to go to the gym with my neighbors right now.  However, my head is battling with the rest of my tired body.  Should my head win? Should I muster the strength to bend over and put my shoes on?  I am so tired!  AHHHH....fine my head wins and off to the gym I go:)

Well so much for Monday cleaning

I love to clean on Mondays.  I find it the best day to spruce everything back to place after a reckless weekend has ended.  Who wants to waste Saturday and Sunday doing chores?  I want to have fun!  Family Fun!  And most of all enjoy my two days of morning bliss, where my wonderful husband wakes up for morning baby duty.  When I hear that cry at 6 am and know that I don't have to budge.  BLISS comes over me and I feel like a queen.  But back to Mondays....cleaning.  I love mondays, kids off to school baby in bouncer and the smell of lysol fills the air.  However, today is not that day.  Today I deal with runny noses, painful swelling, and cranky crying.  At least the weather is inline with the kids.  Cold, windy, and rainy is all I see when I peer out the window next to the desk.  The wind is actually blowing so hard that it looks like a hurricane.  No wonder the two hours I slept last night I dreamed of tornados.  So here it is, the real WA that I have been not so waiting for, rain.  I now  regret not buying rain boots.  But I need the funnest pair and even though I have found them I couldn't see myself laying down 100 smackers for some rubber.  Note I said "couldn't" meaning that after going to the mailbox this morning in flip flops I feel as though I could spend significantly more than 100 smackers to keep my toes dry.  So for today, my monday, I relinquish all my plans and give my time to the three midgets in my house.  What I think is so funny that whoever just read this did so in about a minute, but didn't realize that it took me three hours to write.  During this tiny paragraph I have poured milk, made soup, changed not one but two poop diapers, wiped noses, and rocked a cranky baby to sleep.  Finding joy in the midst of chaos:)

Painfully Perfect Pie

Well hello to anyone who would actually read this.  As for my best friend Katie, I am finally going to write some of the funny and not so funny things down that happen to.  For years now she tells me I could write a book of all the crazy events that happen in my life and sell it.  Well I figure if I ever took her advice and actually wrote a book I would probably find it in some Dollar Tree marked for a quarter.  So, to not totally kill my self esteem I thought I would start small and try this thing that everyone seems to be doing....THE BLOG!

So let us talk pie, I find it a great way to start anything, a conversation, a dinner, a day!  Who doesn't love pie?  As some of you know I am having a little problem with this painfully perfect pie.  Since having Joshua I have become addicted to Edwards Hershey Pie (found in your grocers freezer)!  It is much cheaper at Walmart than anywhere else, just incase anyone wants to try it:)  I can't even really remember how this obsession started.  But nonetheless, here I am, almost committed to a rehab center for people who cannot stop eating pie.  Soon they might have to take the roof off of the house and use a crane to pull me out if I can't come up with a way to quit!  Some of you might say to me, "Amy, why do you just not buy the pie?" And I would say I try not to buy the pie but something within me tells me I have to or the world might stop turning.  Now since I care so much about the world could I really take the risk?  So tonight as I type this waiting for everyone in my house to sleep, I can hardly wait until I can tip toe down the stairs to sit in the quite and throw myself into that yummy pie.  Could my pie problem really be that bad?????  Shhhh, I think everyones asleep.... Yippy Skippy!