August 29, 2008
I Was a Blogger in My Former Life
I know. I’m a terrible blogger these days. I admit it. I’ve fallen off the blogging bus and keep missing the others that go by. I don’t know how my world has become nothing but a chaotic game of cat and mouse; constantly chasing around, trying to catch up.
I’ve been working like a maniac, both online and off. It’s the offline world that beckons me. Preschool is nearing, which I believe will be a gift from God, freeing two hours of my time from the many demands that Dawson makes. I love that boy more than I can express, but he definitely knows how to push my buttons and get on my nerves.
Lately, he’s been addicted to a Spongebob video game on Nintendo DS. The game is way too difficult for his age level, but the boy SCREAMS when I tell him to turn it off and play something else. It’s all MUST PLAY THIS GAME, and darn it Mumma, WHAT DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND…around here. I lost my temper with him this morning and gave the damn game a time-out.
I finally managed to catch up on some housework that piled up while I was driving daily to Marshfield when Dad was in the hospital. Doug has been helping me when he can, but along with his manly help, comes the “rubbing it in” that he does. It’s like he wants me to express my gratitude for doing chores that should be done every day anyway. Like the dishes. And vacuuming. I’m only one person. One VERY BUSY person and I’m so tired of feeling inadequate because I’m not Super Mom. I’m tired of feeling guilty for not being able to do everything myself.
And I’m sick of feeling guilty for spending any minute of time on enjoyable things like scrap booking, stamping and my new hobby of sewing (I bought a sewing machine. Yes, I did. More on that later.) I mean, don’t I deserve to relax instead of moving out of one task and into another? Blogging used to be my favorite hobby, but I realized I haven’t been doing anything that warrants writing about because I’m always doing something around the house, running errands or working. (And I love work, don’t get me wrong. I just wish my husband would understand how much I do for the benefit of this family, and allow me my personal time without making me feel guilty for it.)
I’ve got five different blog posts in my drafts, nagging me to publish them, and I don’t have two minutes to take a deep breath let alone compose a brilliant piece on why I’m pissed off at Barack Obama. Or why I think John McCain needs Prozac. But I’ve started and I might just publish them before the 2012 elections, for God’s sake.
Last night my sister Rachel and I went to the last preseason Packers game. My dad surprised us with his season tickets as his way of thanking us for all the things while he was laid up. I wasn’t sure I had the time to go to a football game, but then I realized I won’t be able to do these kinds of things in a few months when busy holidays approach and preschool activities demand parental attention.
Doug was a little miffed about my plans, considering I just went to a Brewer’s game last Saturday with my brother and sister. Considering how crazy it’s been around here, I understand his point of view. But it’s not like he doesn’t go fishing every chance he gets. I need “me time” just as much as he does.
In other news, our furnace is on it’s last legs. We haven’t used it during the summer, obviously, but we had it inspected for the upcoming cold season. It’s been chilly here the last few days. Summer is over, crisp autumn weather is approaching. Anyway, the new heat machine will be close to $5,000.00. So, I’m staying on at the part time job through the fall.
Financially, we could use the extra money with Christmas coming up (I know, don’t mention it, right? But it’ll be here before we know it).
I think working online and working part-time and being a mother and a wife (believe me, the mothering does indeed come first) is why life is so crazy right now. Once I get into a routine, things will be much easier. I can’t wait for Dawson to start preschool. Those two hours sans whining are just what I need.
The plan for this weekend is to spend some time with my family. The local fair starts tonight and I promised Dawson I’d take him. He is excited to see the 4-H exhibits and animals and of course, ride the Ferris Wheel and Tilt-a-Whirl.
Come to think of it, my life is like a Tilt-a-Whirl. I feel like I’m stuck on the one that spins contantly. Stop. I wanna get off. I’d rather ride the Ferris Wheel.
Posted by Dana @ 10:51 am • The Mommy Files
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August 29th, 2008 at 12:24 pm, Wifey's House Says:
No guilt and no worries, life has a way of straightening out that Tilt-A-Whirl. Hang in their and take the time for you.
P.S. I left you two awards on my post today. Hope that helps brighten your day - smiles!
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August 29th, 2008 at 1:00 pm, daisy Says:
It’s crisp weather there! It’s still upper 90’s here with high humidty and I feel like I’m melting. I’m very jealous.
My husband does the very same thing as yours. The minute he does anything that is helpful around the house he expects a parade or something. I expect he should have done it anyway!