October 13, 2010

no such thing as over the hump day


Good morning everyone! It's Wednesday...over the hump day. Ok, who even says that anymore? Not me, cause when you're a Mom, there is no hump, cause there is no end of the week...it's just one continuous week. That is definitely something I noticed when I became a Mom and didn't work outside the home...I no longer got excited about the weekend...because every day is the same...to me a weekday is the same as a weekend...it's all the same. Before children, it was always...it's Friday night, oh, we have to do something....just cause...it's Friday night and you're supposed to do something. Anyhow, at first, way back, it bothered me, but now, it's a way of life and I really don't care. Pretty much every day is a fun day for me now. I have a lot of freedom to do fun things when I want to and it is not restricted to just Friday or Saturday night. But also....my idea of fun has changed...drastically...I no longer think it's fun to go to a bar for a beer...I would rather not. I no longer think it's fun to go dancing all night, that would really wear me out and the music is way too loud! I no longer think it is fun to run naked through a corn field.....ha ha, got you there didn't I! No...I have never, ever run naked through a corn field....however, I have run through a corn field...only I was fully clothed and was on private property, was probably about 16 years old and hanging out with friends...it was very late, I'm sure my parents thought I was sleeping at my friends house...and I was having so much fun and laughing so hard I almost peed my pants. But I digress! Those were the REALLY good old days. We're talking like 1986 here! Sorry, just a little memory there~! The only corn fields I am running through now are the corn mazes at a Fall festival with my kids! I'm having fun now too! Only now, when I almost pee my pants, it's not because I'm laughing too hard, it's because I sneezed or coughed too hard! I'm laughing now! Can anyone relate? Really, I do love my life and I am happy! I have no humps to get over...at the moment. When the kids are grown and out of the house, I will be back to working full time and saying "Yes! It's Friday! Honey, what are we doing tonight? It's Friday, we gotta do something!" And so...I must go now and put the second child on the bus...the day is mine until 3:00! Fun!



P.S. Later today, I will be posting a new recipe for cut out sugar cookies. Stay tuned because these are no ordinary cut out cookies...they are brown sugar spice cut outs. They work the same as the traditional cut out cookies, but the dough is reminiscent of Fall. You'll love the flavor of this cookie and will have fun cutting out and decorating leaf shaped cookies.

4 comments:

  1. Gosh I wish I shared your enthusiasm- I feel constantly exhausted juggling work, children and the garden at the moment! I can't remember the last time I danced- I must remedy that. The cookies are looking superb x

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  2. LOVE the 1st photo of the pond and the ducks and geese. So Beautiful.
    BTW: I'm making a pumpkin pie tomorrow with pumpkin not from a can. Come for a look.
    Suzanne

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  3. "Only now, when I almost pee my pants, it's not because I'm laughing too hard, it's because I sneezed or coughed too hard! I'm laughing now! Can anyone relate?"

    haha me! totally! this cracked me up, because I know exactly what you are talking about.

    I would like a night out dancing all night, but would need an entire day too the next to recover, but those days are mostly gone. I love playing in the corn mazes with my kids too! It's crazy how much our lives change when we became mothers isn't it?

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  4. LOL. Me too me too me too. I don't have any interest in bars anymore, and yes the music is too loud. And me too about coughing and having a whoops moment. And when I was a kid we wandered around corn fields and my parents had no idea where we were. You kill me Bonnie. This is too funny.
    BTW: I included you on my Links column on my blog today.
    Take care,
    Suzanne

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