Child Labor, Training, and Love

You know you have successfully reached adulthood when the most exciting thing you have to look forward to is shopping for window blinds. Yep. My life is riveting.

My week in review and a look ahead,

My kids are rotten. 90% of the time. So. In an attempt to teach them all a lesson, I have been hounding their little asses to help me around the house. Normal parents call it "chores." Crazy people call it "child labor" and take pictures and laugh like the wicked witch of the west. Yeah sure every kid needs to learn responsibility, yada yada yada, but I'm on a mission to make them as miserable as me. You see. I hate housework just as much as they do. I'm looking at this as a partnership- the more I make them do, the less I have to do.

its about time he earns his keep and does his laundry

laundry butt

So while my hubby rambles on about politics and government, I am following my kids around the house with a camera and a chore list. Yesterday it was Hudson's turn. I was tired of his adorable laziness and his desire to play with toys- all over the house. I don't know who he thinks he is, a 2 year old?

Lucy and Kane are proving to be a little bit harder to crack. They are manipulative little demons. They are skilled and quick to execute their trickery.

Just this morning, as I was waking my 4 year old beast for school, she started to fight, writhe, and wail- "I hate you. I hate school. I wanna sleep for 2 more minutes!" yada yada yada.....

My response, "too bad. lets count.... 1, 2, 3, yep that's 14 more years of this crap. So wake up and you will be one day closer to moving out!"

She doesn't know it yet. But she has a long list of "chores" waiting for her when she gets home that probably wont teach her a thing. But. It might be fun to try.



pay no attention to my huge thighs, im working on it!

Since the excitement level in my life is borderline pathetic, I have decided to start training/running. Not running around the house with my head cut off, I am pretty good at that already. But training for a purpose. A race. A 5k. A half marathon. I don't know. Something. I hate it. I hate running. Almost as much as Lucy hates waking up in the morning. But I am determined to learn to like it. Or die trying.

Yesterday I had to break in new running shoes. Instead of running on the treadmill and watching trashy reality TV, my preferred method of "training." I forced myself outside, into the fresh air, to run by all the farms we live by. It was nice. I wasn't able to catch up on any Real Housewives or the Kardashians, but it was nice. The fall air was crisp and gloomy. Just the way I like it. The landscape was beautiful and refreshing. I even stopped by the horse farm close to our house.

You cant hear them, but they are yelling, "hey fatty thought you were running."

On my run back home, while listening to the dark sultry music of Adele, I couldn't help but think. Think about where I am in my life. Where I want to be. What I want to accomplish. Whats important to me, yada yada yada.

I may hate running. But I feel better once I am done (I hate when skinny people are right). I think it is helping me to refocus my life. Focus on whats important. Focus on the things I can control, and take medication for things I can not. I always like my kids a little bit more when I get back from a run. And I am starting to feel a little bit sexier for G. Running may just be what the (crazy) doctor ordered for me to handle all the stress I carry in my heart these days. And all the voices in my head.

If running doesn't help. Then G, and my kids are screwed. Cause that means, I am just too crazy for help. Wish them luck.

Loves.



-A