I wish that I were a better writer. Maybe someday I can take a class or something, but for now I have to go off my undergraduate, 2 English course, education.
Today marks the first day of our baseball year with practice at 6:30. So many emotions have begun to resurface at this point, and while my creative juices began flowing I decided I better stop, sit down, and write before I lost my thoughts. (Actually I don't know if its "creative juices" per say, but just me talking to myself.) So, my dishwasher is hanging wide open and Austin is probably inside of it right now.
I have come to the conclusion that I am addicted to being busy. I simply can't sit still. (Maybe that's where Ethan gets it from.) We had one tiny little week free from any sort of "ball" practice, game, or meeting, which we enjoyed thoroughly. I actually kept my laundry at basket height level instead of overflowing. On Saturday, I squeaked in a 6 mile run AND went grocery shopping all in the same day! (Evidence that I can't sit still.) The crowning fact of it all is that I vacuumed out the van on Wednesday and it StIlL looks pretty darn good. (No grass, mud or empty water bottles strewn along)
My need to "write" grew from my astonishing realization today that I actually was looking forward to being out at the ball park tonight! WhAT? That can't be possible! I'm looking foward to mud caked to everything we own--even Austin? Or to getting into bed way too late? Or struggling with decisions like missing scouts vs. attending a practice or make-up game?
Maybe this is just my need to be positive in every situation, but yes it will be fun to get outside and let the little ones run around. I can have a conversation with an adult other than myself. With a little luck, it's quite possible the kids will be tired after all of this and will go to bed with no fight at all (a reference to Lindsey). While I wasn't one of those parents who brought my fold out chair and a cooler and camped out at try outs, I will look on the bright side.
I'm guessing that come June, my sentiment will fall on the complete other side of the spectrum, but, hey, as long as my kids are happy, being active, and we can find some balance during it all, I will be okay.
Now, I better go dig Austin out of the dishwasher.
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8 comments:
I loved this post, Jennifer. I think you are already a great writer. You know how to keep it real. :)
Looking forward to our workout tomorrow!
All I can say is Git-r-done :o)
or is it git-er-done?? you know what i mean.
You are a great writer! I loved this blog. It is funny, isn't it? We look forward to quiet time or a weekend, but we miss being busy when we aren't.
Speaking of writing I think we are waiting for the chapter on oh what did Steven say something about Dad fighting off drunks in Colorado, fixing anything and everything with a butter knife and oh yea now he has taken on mean aggressive dogs all to go along with mean and aggressive men who still Santa Claus.
Have fun with baseball season....
Love ya
Ok I meant who stole Santa Claus...obviously you did not get your writing from you Mother.
Okay missy...just because you join facebook, doesn't mean you get to drop off of the bloggin' world... we miss you, please come back...
now that you are moving you have to blog more often so that we can keep up with what is going on, you will have to schedule time once a week and post!!
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