To sleep...or not to sleep?

Well, we know what Eloise's answer was.

and Lucy's...

and yes...she is totally out.

Happiness...thy name is confinement.

Don't Laugh

A couple of weeks ago Chris talked me into signing up for the free month of Netflix. How can you argue with free? But I was still wary. We agreed to try it out and see if there were enough movies and shows that we would genuinely want to watch, before we sold our souls to the company. The first week went by with no more than a movie or two, but the second week was a gold mine. We discovered the cartoon Avatar: The Last Airbender.

Now, before you die laughing...let me explain. We saw the M Night Shyamalan movie that was made in 2010 and weren't that impressed. I really liked the story, but I thought the acting was awful. After that we would hear other people occasionally say that the original cartoon was really entertaining, so we added it to the list of those things we'd 'eventually look into.' Anyway, we found we could stream all the episodes online so we watched the first one.

One week later we had finished all three seasons.

Some would call it obsession. I call it enlightenment. I can't possibly say enough good things about this show...along with the fact that if I ever meet M Night Shyamalan I will gladly punch him in the face. How could he ruin something so great? I'll be the first one to admit it's strange that I would like anything from the anime genre, but I really really do. It's not the traditional anime that sometimes makes me want to keel over and die, but rather a regular cartoon with some anime elements. But all of this aside...it is a fantastic story. I seriously don't remember the last time I got this emotionally invested in any show. Ever. Perhaps this declaration, instead of making you realize your own desperate need to watch this amazing show, will make you doubt my taste in entertainment along with my sanity BUT I will not be moved. It is one of the best stories ever written and I can say with sincerity that I am very glad Chris wanted to sign up for Netflix.

Waiting for Godot...I mean Dad

We were just sitting around waiting for Dad to get home...and bored with the toys we'd been playing with all day. So Mom pulled out the big guns.

Leaf Eating Days

Yesterday our trio of girls went to the little park area in our complex. It was our first time using it and, even though I can't speak for the girls, I was definitely excited. The sun was finally shining so we loaded into the stroller and walked on over.

The girls loved being outside on the grass. It was super fun to watch them react to all the wind and sunlight.

I guess they decided it was okay.

Then it was time to taste new things. Lucy ate her first leaf. And then tried to eat 20 more.

After some hard playing...it was time to come home and get clean again.

Then it was time for bed. Yay!!

All in all...I'd call it a good day.

Deservedly So

Having only just readied myself for the day, I sit here at nearly 3 o'clock in the afternoon hoping to write something worthwhile.

Do you ever have those days where a heaviness takes hold of your chest and seems about to crush you? That feeling you get when you know there are things in your life that are causing you to stress, but when you look at them all individually they seem so little and insignificant?

I do.

And what is worse than the fact that those days exist at all is that I find myself constantly apologizing for them. More to myself than anyone else I think. I argue with my own feelings, trying to lecture them into submission by telling them that they don't matter. It doesn't matter that I struggle being a wife and a mother. It doesn't matter that Chris and I just made several huge changes in our lives. It doesn't matter that it's hard every single morning to send my husband off to work for 9 hours, or to find when he comes home that we're both so exhausted we're lucky if we can work up the energy to put the girls down. It doesn't matter that I've wondered several times if we all we're doing right now is making wrong decisions. Strong people do not complain. No, instead, I should be happy. I should count myself blessed. I shouldn't think of my life as hard because there are so many people who have it harder.

But not today. Today I choose to allow myself a bit of human weakness. Today I choose to admit to myself and to anyone else who asks, yes, my life has been hard over the past month and I am struggling. And what's more, I refuse to apologize for it. I refuse to blame it on hormones or make any other excuses. I refuse to see my own feelings as so inconsequential that I simply need to brush them aside, get a grip, and move on. All that I feel, right now, deserves recognition.

Now maybe I'll be able to start coping with one thing at a time.

One of the Reasons...

Why I love him

Taking time to read That's Not My Fairy to the girls.