First, I have to comment on my love of word games. I LOVE them. My morning crossword is like a little shot of Valium to my brain. Some days I don't get time enough to get past 4 down, but I still love to sneak a minute here and there. I especially love my newspaper's daily puzzle because I can usually finish it and don't I feel oh, so smart then! See the kids haven't zapped all my brain cells!
My 95 point turn on Scrabble at the Christmas party. (grocers)
Yes, yes I did take a photo.
Secondly, What keeps me sane? Being able to create once in awhile. It doesn't happen very often--especially since I have no crafting area and EVERYTHING (incl. table and chairs) has to be brought out and put away before the kids wake up. But I do try to make the girls at least 1 or 2 dresses a year. Given my complete inability to follow a pattern--the results are usually mixed, but that's besides the point. I'm even learning not to despise gathering! If it's not sewing then I'm beading or baking. Whatever it is, it gives me a moment of sanity from the hum-drum of housewifery.(side note: I had to wash the red and gold dress. I learned that washing something covered with mini gold dots in a regular load of laundry might end up bedazzling your entire load.)
The dress up kit I made for the girls for Christmas.
Third--an adventure. It's not always possible, and most often the reality doesn't come close to the vision in my head--but I love having adventures with my kids--or if the fates permit--with friends and family. I love to plan a party, go on a trip, take the kids out to play. Of course we don't end up singing do-ray-Me through the Swiss Alps in matching homemade play clothes with perfect smiling faces that say "thank you mom for making such as effort on our behalf. Our brains are growing exponentially with all the sensory stimulation you are providing for us." No, I have one child running away with glee, one laying on the ground crying because the ground looked at her wrong, one (at least) happy and content, and one saying "I want to do bad choices" because in my effort to teach him about good and bad choices and consequences I introduced him to the concept that "bad choices" are an option. So, even if we take an hour to bundle up and get to our destination to only stay for 10 minutes because 3 out of 4 are crying (Ape Caves 2009) the point is we tried. Someday we'll see the Alps.
Third--an adventure. It's not always possible, and most often the reality doesn't come close to the vision in my head--but I love having adventures with my kids--or if the fates permit--with friends and family. I love to plan a party, go on a trip, take the kids out to play. Of course we don't end up singing do-ray-Me through the Swiss Alps in matching homemade play clothes with perfect smiling faces that say "thank you mom for making such as effort on our behalf. Our brains are growing exponentially with all the sensory stimulation you are providing for us." No, I have one child running away with glee, one laying on the ground crying because the ground looked at her wrong, one (at least) happy and content, and one saying "I want to do bad choices" because in my effort to teach him about good and bad choices and consequences I introduced him to the concept that "bad choices" are an option. So, even if we take an hour to bundle up and get to our destination to only stay for 10 minutes because 3 out of 4 are crying (Ape Caves 2009) the point is we tried. Someday we'll see the Alps.So for now, I take the kids out, have people look at me as though I'm crazy, and think to myself--'no crazy is staying home everyday with 4 kids under 5. Do you have any idea what they can do to a house???' shudder.
Say sister, mind if I lay my head right here?
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