A New Beginning

don't worry. if that is redundant, my mom will let me know. she is, after all, the grammar police.

well, this morning has been refreshing already. it is just now 7 o'clock and i feel as though i have accomplished much. yesterday morning, dean was such a huge help to me. he let me sleep in as late as i wanted (besides of course getting up with abby at 6 am. somebody didn't sleep very good. bad abby.) and my sweet dean got up with the kids. now that's not the only thing he did. he left all of the tvs off, and i heard them quietly chattering away about what room to clean next and where to put what. what a nice feeling to wake up to somebody cleaning your house. a little humbling, no doubt, but nice none the less. i tried to stay asleep for as long as possible, and that included a good 2 hours of fake sleep (you can't blame me) where ian and sarah would tip-toe in the room and very softly whisper, "mommy, are you almost going to wake up?" now usually, i'm not a very good actress. but on such extreme situations as this, just call me an opossum (sp?). i played dead like never before. then dean would yell at them quietly for trying to wake me up. it was so sweet.

so i "woke" up to such a nice house. kitchen, living room, kids' rooms, and our room looked terrific. now, i know many of you may be thinking it's bad that i needed dean's help in the first place. first off, i'm not the best housekeeper in the world. thanks to sarah's expertise in the field, i was never in trouble for a messy room or not doing my chores. sarah was on top of things. cut to marriage. i didn't have very much time to learn about domestics before having kids and i feel like you really need to have a bit of practice before you have somebody who comes behind you to mess it all up. it's just too discouraging. and now, i have three. and this last month has been pretty hard for abby. she's been really needy and not liking her naps so the housework has gotten behind. to put it nicely. i was sort of overwhelmed. but not anymore.

this morning, so far, i've ironed dean's pants, put in some laundry, put away some laundry (does anybody have room in their drawers for tshirts? it seems like i keep throwing them away, and still, you can barely close it. just push down and in really fast and watch your fingers and push. it takes some cordination to close those drawers.), and i've blogged. how great is that.

today will be my first day to do a class at the gym. it is a core strengthening class and it's only 45 minutes. i thought that would be a good one to start with. i'm a little nervous about the unknown. i really need to grow up. everybody had a first class at some point right?

just a few thoughts to those of you out there who wear their emotions on their sleeves. i don't. so just to let you know, i can think something is funny without laughing. i can think music is great without dancing. i can be happy to see somebody without screaming. i can be truely upset and still smile. so if you think you know me by my self-expression, you might want to read a little deeper.

just heard ian STRETCH..... he's the loudest i've ever heard. that means it's time to put him to work. no tv until the house looks up to par. the good news, it won't take long at all.

i'm so happy to be back to blogging. i'm still not back to my old self as far as wit goes, but i feel my brain thinking things that are familiar again. so maybe it won't be too long. good bye for now, non-fair-weather friends.