Fried

That's what I am right now. And it's not even 2pm. Running errands with kids just does me in.

You've never done it? Oh please, let me fill you in.

1. She cries because I closed the car door and she wanted to.

2. I have to go to the bathroom--she doesn't--but proceeds to touch everything she can in the bathroom, including the nasty feminine product box.

3. She disappears down isles and asks if she can have EVERYTHING for Christmas.

4. She wants to play the sample video games they have out.

5. Oh wait, we are at the other end of the store but now SHE has to go potty.

6. Now she wants to ride in the cart. Have you ever tried to put an almost 4 yr old who is the size of a 5-6 year old in a cart?

7. Back to the other side of the store.

8. Continues to ask for EVERYTHING. I can't wait until Christmas is over and there is no reason for her to ask.

9. Whew, finally, we are done.

10. Oh wait, even though she usually throws a fit if she doesn't buckle herself in, today she throws a fit when I tell her she needs to do it because I am loading the car.

THAT is why I am fried.

At least I am done with my Christmas shopping now. Don't EVEN get me started on how much I have to wrap in the next 3 days.

It's the Holiday Season

But I don't feel so holiday-ish. I have 5 days to get into the Christmas spirit and enjoy it. I think I can do it. Today was my last day of work for 10 days or so. I'm excited about that. I have some weekend stuff, but no office :)

Let's see...I did downsize a lot of toys. I still have too many though. LOL! I'll just keep cycling through every few months and finding stuff to give away. ER doesn't miss anything I've given away.

Diet Coke...I'm down to 1 a day, max of 2. Most days, just 1. I control it, it's not controlling me!!

I told my daughter that we have a vacation coming up--since I don't have to work and she isn't going to daycare next week. She says "no mama. A vacation is when you go somewhere new, not when you stay home." Ah, little minds.

I'm off for another cupcake. Maybe I am in the holiday spirit after all!

Downsizing

I have a split personality when it comes to my children's toys. 50% of the time I complain about how many toys my 3 yr old has and how I barely had any toys growing up and would never have known. We did have toys...but it was a minimal amount compared to how many kids have these days. We were much more "outside" kids. We collected snails, made wagons out of cardboard boxes, played Little House on the Prairie type of games. I *might* have a photo of myself in a coonskin cap.

But, then when I comes to downsizing and cleaning out my daughters toy box, I have such a hard time donating and selling stuff. If I've seen her play with an item more than 2 times, I can't seem to get rid of it. Plus, she has a steel trap of a memory and I just know the minute I get rid of something, she'll be asking me where it is.

Today I was taking a few strollers I no longer need (it took me a while to part with those too) to the baby resale and I saw a play kitchen that isn't in use. It was given to us a few years ago, and at one time my daughter played with it a ton. But, the last few houses we've lived in haven't had room for it--so it was outside or in storage. I don't forsee a place for it in the near future. So, I went with my whim and sold it. I know she is going to be upset when she realizes it. But it just made so much more sense to downsize now... and at some point when we have room for a larger play item, we'll get her another one. Used of course.

I still have so many toys that need to be downsized. There's the Little Tykes Noah's Ark that of course she played with for the first time in 6 months today. It's on the list of things that need to go. But not just yet I guess.

Comfort Food

We all have our comfort foods. To some, food is comfort. I'm sure I could do some research and find some great stat's on America's food addiction. Tonight I'm having a moment where I want to use food as comfort. Not because I'm in pain but it's just been a busy day and there's nothing like a frosty Diet Coke or some great ice cream to make me feel better.

But is that really healthy? Definately not physically, and probably not even emotionally or mentally. I'm attempting to give up soda for 30 days. Today is day 4 I think. I was having a small argument with God about it and saying--it's okay if I have one. It's been a rough day, I just need that hit of caffeine and that bubbly going down my throat. But God said, let me be your peace.

I am weak though. I leaned in to take a swig of my husband's beverage, which just happened to be the aforementioned frosty drink. He chastised me and encouraged me to stay strong. So far, I did. Then I began to think about my favorite ice cream we have in the freezer. That would make me feel good. But--I did just eat 2 pieces of cake and the frosting off a 3rd piece at a reception earlier. And a bean burrito. I have another bean burrito, but it's not really sounding good. I am pretty full. But I'd make room for ice ceam.

That's not right. If I'm not hungry for the burrito, I don't need the ice cream.

Comfort food. I want the food that I like to put me in a better place. Hence my lifelong struggle with weight. Not that I've ever been super overweight, but I just always struggle with 10lbs. More like 20 right now from my optimum weight, since I had a baby almost 5 months ago. I don't need food to bring me out of a bad day or a long day.

So I'm going to say strong. I'm not going to eat the ice cream. I'm going to throw away the bean burrito. I'm going to wake up for day 5 of no soda.

Comfort food. Whatever.

What good does crying do you?

"There's no crying in baseball" is a well known movie line, spouted by Tom Hanks character to his female baseball team.

Why would I choose that for my blog name? Well, those who know me, probably can figure it out. I am an anomaly of the female race. I only cry a handful of times during the course of a year. Now, when I do cry, usually it's a doozy--I cry for all the reasons that I perhaps should have cried in the months previous. This year, because I had pregnancy hormones raging, I'll probably cry more than my requisite few times by the time the calendar shows December.

It's not that I am opposed to crying, it's just that I don't always see what good it does. And maybe I've had too many reasons in my life to cry so my method of coping is not crying. I am definately a "bottler." I hoard my emotions until they overflow. And that overflowing results in one of my crying episodes.

I have many reasons this week to cry. I can't and won't go into them. And I have "almost" cried a few times...but I choke back the tears. Partially because I am afraid to let them get control of me. Afraid of what might happen if I allow the floodgates to open.

I know that crying is healthy and it would be good for me to let the tears flow. But it's not something I can make myself do. My husband is thankful when I don't cry...because he doesn't know what to do when I do. I spoil him by not ever crying!!

I'll let you know when I finally do cry. I'm kind of hoping it will be in the near future. But, only time will tell.

Crying really accomplishes nothing for the situation you cry over...but I'm sure it's good for your emotional health.

God says that those who sow in tears reap job. Maybe I need to sow more in tears so that I can experience more joy.