It’s Friday! Cue the music!
Baseball season started this last week for the boys, and it is taking me a second to adjust to the fact that we are gone from the house on Tuesdays and Thursdays from about 5:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.
In case you were wondering, the youngest two are super pumped about being up two hours past their bedtime.
The people sitting around us in the bleachers are super pumped, too.
“Buy me some peanuts and craaaaaaacker jacks. I’m praying this lady won’t ever come back!”
Last night, E stepped up to bat: she ran away from me eleventy times, spit at me, and then threw her sippy cup directly at my face in a fit of rage.
She was OUTTA there.
When people say things like, “Technology is stupid,” or “I think technology is the scourge of Satan,” I generally want to punch something in disagreement.
Yesterday, I skyped with Ruth from Loreto Rosaries and her BEAUTIFUL family who I will most likely never meet face-to-face because they live clear over in the beautiful state of Virginia.
When you read someone’s blog and chat back and forth with them over Facebook for two years, you start to feel like you “know” them.
“Meeting” Ruth via Skype was SO fun, and one of the first things I said was, “You have an accent, Ruth!” Because when you read someone’s blog or chat back and forth with them over Facebook for two years, you also feel like you know exactly what they sound like.
Like, I’m sure you all think I have a British accent, but I’m so sorry to disappoint.
It’s Australian instead.
With all of this talk of kefir flying around blogs, facebook, homeschool groups, and my brain, I bit the bullet and ordered some.
Because nothing says “Nutty Professor Mom” like messing with friendly bacteria in your kitchen, am I right?
It can also produce the sound of crickets at a family gathering when you bring it up–always an added bonus!
ANYways, my kefir grains should be here soon, and I can hardly stand the wait.
Did you read that in an Australian accent? Because you should have.
In an effort to get my hypothyroidism in check, I have actually done a little experiment the last few weeks.
And that experiment is called “Do I feel like crap every time I eat carbs/sugar?”
My hypothesis: ”Yes. Yes, I do.”
My results: ”Yes. Yes, I do.”
My conclusion: ”Yes. Yes, I do.”
Therefore, cutting carbs/sugar out of my diet isn’t even for the purpose of losing weight anymore.
It’s so I can actually get out of bed in the morning and function with a smile on my face.
And then I got all humble and was like, “Hey! Check me out! I’m onto something here with thyroid and diet! I must be the only person who has figured out this connection!”
Tonight, my friend who has eight children is hosting a “Mom’s Night Out” because her husband is taking seven of the kids to Colorado for a wedding.
She’s got a brand new baby and the house to herself–HOLLA!
This makes my first Mom’s Night Out in–let’s see here–carry the two, divide by four…
Tomorrow, my husband is hosting a Men’s Game Night over here. That means frozen pizza and being holed up with the kids in a bedroom with Netflix for me–HOLL–oh, wait.
Our brand new budget officially kicks in on June 1st. The husband and I have already had two meetings to chat about it, and I have to say: It’s somewhat of a relief off my perfectly toned shoulders to know exactly where every penny is going.
Who knew talking about money could be so depressing and yet so fun at the same time?
Sometimes, things happen that I can’t get out of my head.
Like, when our local meteorologist committed suicide.
Or when KC Chiefs player, Jovan Belcher, killed his girlfriend and then himself in front of the coaching staff and general manager.
It took weeks for me to NOT be able to think about those things every time I closed my eyes.
Many prayers were said for all of the people involved.
So, when I watched this last night, I bawled. Truly, truly bawled. (Spoiler alert: it’s not about suicide).
And then my husband found me crying. And then I tried to re-tell the story, while crying at the same time.
What an absolutely remarkable kid, and what an incredibly inspiration.
I have listened to his song “Clouds” all day on Spotify yesterday and today, and I can’t stop thinking about him, his family, his amazing spirit and attitude.
Many prayers have been said for his soul and for the people in his life who are missing him.
“Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord, and may perpetual light shine unto him. May the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.”
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