Non sum qualis eram

I know this ain’t the most manly thing to say, but the moodiness is definitely in full effect.  I’ve resisted posting some comments just because I wasn’t sure whether they’d sound like I meant them or come across as snarky.  I am reading and keeping up on them.  I do care.  It’s just easier to blog.  It’s easier to control what I say and I can even edit it if I end up sounding…  what’s the male version of (rhymes with witchy)?

I got 26 minutes in on the treadmill today.  That was a mile and a half, but I was gunning for at least a half hour.  The kids decided different.  My (almost) 4 year old daughter and my (almost) 5 year old son both had a time out within the first 15 minutes.  Then my youngest (almost 3) decided to get hers in at the 26 minute mark, so I had to finally sort the whole mess out.  I’m proud of them for going to their time outs without me having to stop the treadmill and walk them over.  They are great kids.  They just get jealous when I’m no paying them the full attention they want.  Add in the fact that they don’t get to see as much as me and well… they get sneaky when I’m occupied.  I’m at a stage that I can’t miss my daily exercise.  I’ve finally found some sort of motivation and I don’t wanna blow it.

We had a long talk.  My oldest is at the “why? why?” stage, so I even explained as much as I could about Daddy wanting to exercise and get healthy.  He just learned about germs at school so he seemed to understand what healthy meant.  I’ll see if it sunk in tomorrow.

Tomorrow they go back to their mom’s house and so we have a LOT to do.  I intend to get my treadmill in and we have to do baths sometime between breakfast and lunch.  Baths are usually an issue.  While I’m in with one of them the other two can get distracted.  I laid down the law.  The older two understood.  My oldest really tries.  I have my fingers crossed.  It’s not that they’ll do anything terrible.  There are just a lot of things that we can’t do together until I can quit being a drill sergeant/prison guard while we’re doing it.  They’ve got me outnumbered.

I’ve got a freezer full of frozen grapes.  I love ‘em.  If you try to grab too many they’ll thaw before you get to eat them.  I’ve got these ridiculously small bowls I use for the kids’ snacks.  Frozen grapes are officially they’re favorite snack now.  Biggest issue was finding out that I had some apples that were going bad.  Not bruised or anything.  They really had no taste left.  I definitely gotta have apples the next time their here.  JT’s got a memory like an elephant.  I promised and he’ll never let me live it down.

Made vegetarian taco salads for supper.  Just replace the beef with morning star crumbles.  Kid wolfed on it.  I even asked if they wanted it again and they all did.  Win!  I’m making sure to buy meat when the kids are here.  It’s kind of nice to be able to eat the same thing they do.  If what I’m eating doesn’t at least look like what they’re eating my two  (almost three!) year old wont eat it.  She gives me the funniest look and just kind of pokes at it.  Maybe she thinks I’m trying to poison her, I dunno.  More likely she just thinks I’m getting the good stuff.   I really dunno.

I love cooking when the kids are there.  No matter what I’m chopping up, they’ll eat it.  Green peppers, broccoli or even white onions.  I have never heard of kids that age that’ll eat raw white onions but my kids love ‘em.

Dream.  Anything is possible.