And that, my friends, explains EVERYTHING.........

It's been, shall we say, a little rough around here lately. Clyde has a cold (which for him means nebulizer IMMEDIATELY to even have a chance of avoiding pneumonia), Dexter's been on school cancellation and/or 2 hour delay most of the week (meaning our schedule? Totally out of whack), and Bonnie has been beyond fragile (aka - sobbing at the drop of a hat).

I'm racking it all up to screwed up schedules and thus, being extra tired (so much so, in fact, that bedtime has been moved back half an hour WITHOUT argument from the littles).

Tonight, after yet another rousing round of I.will.NOT.eat.this.vile.substance.for.dinner.and.you.can't.make.me!!!!! (because, you know, flank steak IS punishment in it's most cruel and unusual form....), followed by "bathtime is now only tolerable if the puppet washcloth is involved", Bonnie offered an interesting perspective. As we were recapping the day, talking about what our favorite parts of the day were (me? getting my car back - wahoo!!), and planning out tomorrow, she offers this:

"Mom, I cand't fink aboudt dat wite now. My brwain haz furr on it."

Alrighty, then.

What is it about Friday?

What is it about Friday that both elates and stresses? The joy of the unplanned weekend. The opportunity of the unplanned weekend. The openness of the unplanned weekend. Good things, right?

And yet, it stresses me out a little bit to not know exactly what I'm going to be doing this weekend.

Apparently, I have passed on this over-planning gene to my kids - every moment, they want to know what's next, and then? What's after what's next?

I need to learn to enjoy the moment more. If I can, maybe they can, too.

"There is no time like the present for postponing what you ought to be doing....."

This seems fitting for me lately - though I must admit, I'm not purposely postponing things, it just seems to always happen that way.

I'm not sure, but I'd be willing to wager that I've secretly been enrolled in an undergroup time warp experiment where I really only have about 2 hours per day instead of the generally accepted 24. I'm not sure the point of it, except possibly to see how much a harried mother of 3 can possibly cram into the shortest amount of time, all the while trying to gauge at what point the stress and exhaustion catches up to her LOL!

So, suffice it to say, things have been busy around these parts. Not with anything earth shattering, but rather, daily life.

Dexter has hockey twice a week, Bonnie and Clyde, gymnastics twice a week. As hockey ends, basketball will begin, and Clyde is dying to start skating soon, as well as play soccer.

Add in the mundane mom tasks - PTO meetings, volunteering at school, menu planning, grocery shopping, laundry.....life has been a bit like "Groundhog Day" lately. I'm not sure, but I may be stuck in Gobbler's Knob!