Unproductive

Have you ever had one of those days where you have a long list of items to get done, but just don't feeling like doing a thing?  

Today was one of those days.  

I woke up knowing I needed to clean the house, pay bills, create a document for our homeowners association, cook three meals, prepare meals for the week, do laundry, make school lunches, plan for the week, create a binder for my new student teacher, and so much more. 

Well, what I actually got done was cleaning the house, prepared two meals, planned for the week, took a two hour nap, played with the boys, read my book, did some laundry, cleaned three hours of TV off the DVR, read to the boys, shopped online, and relaxed. 

The only things on my to do list that got completed were because my amazing husband and helpful little Q. 

Here's hoping this week will be more productive. 

Books, Books, Books

This school year, the language arts teachers, decided to challenge the students to read 40 books by the end of the school year.  Since the kids are working on this challenge, I am as well.  

The 40 Book Challenge has been an interesting journey.  I am a reader.  My husband has said that, "if there was an Olympic event made for you, it would be reading."  In the beginning of the challenge, I had trouble keeping up or staying on track. Then something happened when I was off work for break then all our lovely snow days, I have picked up that reading love that escaped me at the beginning of the school year. 

This book love leaves me empty once I finish a book.  Currently, I am on the search for another book. I am about done with my current book and have almost completed my To Read list. 

I thoughts would include a few books I have read recently.  

Here We Go Again....

As March gets closer, I start to worry about what I will write about for the month. Then I start to feel like a slacker, since I haven't written anything for 11 months.  At the end of each March, I tell myself I will write throughout the year.  It's the same every year.

Today, I will start with a list of ideas to write about this year. 

- Moving

- Letter to Quentin

- Letter to Keagan

- Marshmallows 

- Filling spaces

- 7year olds

- Loss

- Out with the old, In with the new

- Guilty Pleasures

- Lessons learned this year

- Goals

- Summers as a kid

- Missing friends

- Planning addictions

- I need More

Easter

7:00AM
K wakes ready to play
K and Mommy cuddle in the chair until everyone else wakes up

7:30AM
Q wakes up
K wants nothing to do with mommy now
Q and K cuddle in the chair now
Mommy does laundry and cleans

8:30AM
Make chocolate croissants for breakfast

9:00AM
Boys wake up Daddy for breakfast

9:30AM
Shower and baths

10:30AM
Egg hunt in the backyard (K was more interested in the slide)

11:00AM
Town to finish Easter activities

1:00PM
Lunch with Memaw, Uncle Jeremy, and Uncle Jason

2:00PM
Clean the kitchen

2:30PM
Easter egg hunt at Memaw's (K figured it out this time)

3:00PM
Played outside

4:00PM
Hang out with Memaw on the swings

4:30PM
Head home for a late nap and a good Easter book

Traditions

I love traditions!

These are where memories are made.

Tonight as we decorated our Easter Eggs, I watched my two boys and husband have fun. I realized I am behind the one behind the scenes, but it allows me the chance to sit back and watch. Take it all in and get the pictures.

I am the keeper of the memories.

I would not trade this for the world! We are blessed that we get to do these activities!

Worried

After a year of Quentin being sick monthly and getting nowhere with the doctor, we went to a new doctor. Immediately, the Dr made us feel comfortable and heard. He sat down, wrote notes asked a million questions, and just listened.

Before we left he explained his thought process and the tests he as going to run. Then answered any new questions we had. The biggest thing was he made it clear he was going to get to the bottom of this.

We walked out of the office with a list of tests to be ran, a timeline for results and hopefully the answers.

It's hard to say....

There are times when something needs to say, but it is too difficult to say. As time has gone words have been formulating in my mind and heart for minutes, hours, days, months, years.

There was never the right time to say those words.

There was never the place to say those words.

There was never the courage to say those words.

Once the time comes around, it has to be said.

Where did I find the courage, strength, motivation to share those words?

That is when the pit in my stomach forms and takes the place of those words that were so hard to say.