A Little Peak

So many, many things going on, and so very little time to post.

In my last post, I talked about starting over in May (as if it were January). And I did good for like, a day.  Then I got some FANTASTIC news, and totally crapped out on my eating healthy and drinking only water.

I was offered (and promptly accepted) a position in a office setting.  I've worked three days, and I'm pretty happy with position, and the new opportunities that will (hopefully) be coming with it.

However, it also came with a 40 minute drive to and from work. I don't mind the drive, I did a drive that took the same amount of time when I was pregnant with T, for a job I didn't like nearly as much as I'm already liking this position.  And the drive gives me time to clear my head between home and work, and vice versa. So when I'm home I'm (even more so) fully present.

With the stressed that accompanies a new job, plus new hours/routines for said job has made giving up caffeine a near impossible, and dangerous, task. So this has been postponed, but will still remain a goal for one month in 2012.

I've also attempted to start FLYing. This is a housekeeping concept I found online, FLYlady.net.  The system (from what I understand) is based on routines. Creating routines, and doing what needs to be done rightnow and not procrastinating.  Also focusing on spending a limited time (15 minutes in most cases) focusing on a chore/room/area that needs to be decluttered/cleaned. And being satisified with what was done within the time constraints. The biggest thing I'm struggling with is the concept that imperfect housework still blesses your family. I'm kinda a perfectionist, hard to tell, I know, but 'tis true.

Just a glimpse into what's happening around here.

Sometimes I Consider Thinking

When I made the decision to be a single mom, as in not continue unhealthy or craptacular relationships with the sperm donors who helped to make my active, mostly fun, and gorgeous children, I didn't think of a lot of things that have come up, especially recently.

I thought about having to explain that their "Daddy" wasn't their father.  What I didn't expect was not to be in a healthy relationship (married) when my daughter started asking. I also didn't expect her to start asking at the right bold age of three. THREE.  I just assumed she'd be too busy learning to potty or some little preschool ditty about colors in  the rainbow or tying shoes or something, not parents and families.

I thought about having to comfort, punish and be the security for my kids.  I did not think about the fact that they would both be just as stubborn as their aunt. Or that no one would ever been a decent substitute for me. On one hand that's all awe and sweet on the other its a plain ol' pain in the butt. Heaven forbid I shower, or use the rest room, or want to do something crazy like go to the WalMart sans kids.

I considered and appreciated that having my kids closer together meant that I was getting most of the child rearing done at one time (for the most part).  I didn't really consider their ages, and what that would mean. That my daughter would be going through this trial phase and learning her toddler body, while my son would be going through a starting interest in the bathroom or the stubborn 18+ months old. (They call it the terrible twos, my kids couldn't wait for 2 they started early!)

I thought about the chores that I'd be the only one responsible for once I moved out, laundry, dishes, mopping, dusting. I didn't think about how I'd have to try to have the energy reserved from working my 9 (sometimes 14) hour days to try and put the house to rights while the kids were up.  I didn't think about having to reserve even more energy to fight the kids to go to sleep, and then to stay up and finish whatever it was that I didn't get done before they went to sleep.

I didn't consider the mommy guilt that would come from trying to date on regular date nights.  I didn't think about how my heart would tear just a little bit every time my daughter accused me of leaving her, even if it was with my mom or brother, where she was definitely well cared for and loved.  I didn't think about how my soul would be pulled in different directions, one side wanting to be this amazing provider for myself and my kids, the other side wanting to just stay home and cook, clean, and be like those old school women who raised their kids, cattle, made clothes, cooked from sunup to sundown and still had an awesome relationship with their husband.

Sometimes I think that I may have been better off to stay in a craptacular relationship, just so someone else would be here to hold one screaming (spoiled) child while I deal with another screaming (spoiled) child.  I don't really think that, like.. 98% of the time I fully believe I've made the right, healthy, wonderful decision to raise these kids by myself, until God leads the man that I'm supposed to be with into my life and I trip right over him.   The other 2% of the time I really wish I'd 'made' someone, anyone stay around and help me.

But when that 2% of the time comes around, I do what I do when I'm on the treadmill and want to stop, I keep going until I my (undiagnosed and probably inaccurately self diagnosed) obsessive compulsion won't let me stop because I'm not at a whole/round number of time/miles/laps.  So I end up back in the 98% of the time, and kiss their heads and hug them tight and get over my single self.

Im a Lurker

I was going to do Mama Kat's writers workshop today. But I changed my mind.

Today I'm going to write about my biggest blogging fail.

I'm a lurker.

I sit on Twitter, all day and tweet a whole 4 times. I also read certain blogs almost daily. I've probably commented, collectively, ten times.

It's not that there aren't awesome conversations going on, on Twitter. Or that the posts I'm reading aren't relatable or passionate or don't deserve comments, because the posts are all of those amazing things.
I lack the true self confidence to feel that my comments are worthy. To feel like I will actually add something valuable to the post or the conversation.

This is something I plan to conquer in 2012. I will be 25 and I'm going to focus on fixing what I can. Because I want to be AWESOME when I turn 26.

Happy December First!