Not a Parent on Accident

I'm not a parent by accident and I don't know that I believe anyone is. We might not chose the perfect time or be in the perfect situation but we all make the choice to be a parent. I choose daily to love my kids. I choose to take care of them, to nurture them and to make sure that they're happy. I choose to show them how to be the best that they can be by trying to give them my best.

Everyday I'm reminded why I chose to be a parent.
And everyday I'm thankful I did.

Healthy Shmealthy

I love to eat healthy. I also love bacon, chocolate, cookies and margartias. There's been a lot in the media about obese children in society and how the parents play a vital role in that outcome. I fully agree. But living at either end of that spectrum is not what it might seem. Hell, some of us are just happy IF our kids eat ANYTHING. My kids are somewhere in the middle. Thing 1 loves oranges, Thing 2 despises them. T2 loves cottage cheese, T1 refuses. They both love apples, meat, and carbs but share a hatred for leafy greens, chili, tomatoes, and potatoes. Correction, they love fries and hashbrowns.Every morning we eat breakfast. EVERY MORNING. Because we don't have a snack after dinner (dessert is naturally a part of our meal), I know that they're hungry when they wake up. I give them a cup of milk and a snack, mainly toast or a banana, within 10 minutes of venturing downstairs. This buys me time to get something to drink and open the curtains. Breakfast itself comes within an hour. Don't think that I'm June Clever and have eggs, bacon, pancakes, freshed sqeezzed orange juice, and coffe cake ready to go. No. Some mornings it's eggs and toast. Somedays it's cheese quesadillas. Today it was chocolate chip banana pancakes.T1 had syrup with hers and T2 had yogurt with his (he hates syrup). Healthy, not at all. But there are somedays when I throw healthy out the damn door and am just thankful they ate off a plate. Today was one of those days.

Like Riding a Bike

I'm hoping it's that simple. Any time you stop doing something and then start trying, everyone always says "It's easy, it's like riding a bike." When's the last time you rode a bike? For me it's been longer than this blog has existed, and that's four years. So let me tell you that I'm nervous. I have thought about starting up numerous times. I sit and think about what I want to post and things I'd like to share my opinion on. I've been putting off starting again and I don't know why. Fear of not keeping up with it, again. Fear of no one ever reading it. Fear of having my thoughts and experiences out there for the world to see. Fear of people telling me to shut up. I can never seem to get out of my own head sometimes. I have great ideas, big projects and grand dreams that I'd love to complete but then like a goldfish with a shiny new rock, I lose focus. I've been told before that I have great work ethic, leadership and do good work but I struggle with time management. Duh! Have you met me?! Add "socializes too much" and that would be every report card I ever got in school. Always a problem with tons of solutions, none that work for me because they're not mine. It's time to fix that. You'd think that by early 30's there'd be certain aspects in life that I'd improve on. Time management in not one of those. I still wait til the night before Christmas to wrap gifts, the hour before leaving town to pack a bag or start vacuuming 10 minutes before people show up. Some might say that I have a case of "procrastination" but I don't like that word so I don't use it. "Time Management Avoidance" sounds a little better so that's what we;re going with.

My vow: To be better. To leave a better trail of advice and antics that come from living my life. To have something to look back and laugh at, enjoy and remember.

So here it goes....