Bob the Builder I am not

I have a serious problem. Well, maybe it’s not a problem, persay (is that how you spell that??). It’s only a problem when daddy isn’t home and Connor is looking at me with those wide little boys eyes, all excited about his new toy. I cannot put stuff together. It doesn’t matter if it’s furniture, toys, electronics, whatever. If it comes in pieces with those rediculous pictoral directions, I will either A) not even attempt it, B) attempt it but only under Derek’s supervision, C) attempt it with confidence, get extrememly frustrated and possibly cry. Maybe twice in my life have I put something together successfully on the first try. But for some reason, I forget this about myself, and therefore I choose C.

We had a party for Connor this morning at Chuck E. Cheese with our playgroup friends. It was a total blast, and Connor received this cool tent from Kathy and James. It’s a pretty sassy present, so it’s pretty much his Christmas present, too. In fact, it was supposed to be a Christmas present, but it’s just so cool and they wanted to give it to him early.

so we get home from Chuck E Cheese, and of course Connor wants his tent set up. And so do I, to be honest. It’s really cool! Plus I figure it might just convince him to actually nap-we have a Christmas party to go to tonight. Anyway, I get out the instructions, filled with confidence. I mean, come on. I have pitched a tent before. It can’t possibly be that difficult. Wrong! I was forgetting that I am a complete moron when it comes to putting stuff together. To make a long story short…an hour later, the tent is still not set up, I am crying, the tent frame is broken in two places, and Connor…my sweet Connor…is consoling me. “Mommy, it’s ok. You can fix it. Daddy can fix it. It’s ok.”

And I guess it is ok. I just feel so bad that I broke his present. Derek thinks maybe a little duct tape will fix it right up. He has instructed me not to touch the tent again, and I think I will follow his advice on this one.

At least we know one thing for sure. There is no doubt where Connor’s dramatic tendencies come from…

Pictures to come…I actually have a lot of really cute ones from the past week to post.

Thoughts on Tuesday

My friend Carrie tagged me. I love these things. 🙂

A – Available or single: don’t those mean the same thing? I am most defnitely not single.
B – Best Friend: Derek
C – Cake or Pie: definitely cake
D – Drink of choice: coke or diet coke, but i make myself drink a lot of water
E – Essential Item you use everyday: face soap
F – Favorite color: pink
G – Gummy Bears or worms: worms-the sour ones!
H – Hometown: Arlington, Texas
I – Indulgence: pedicures, shopping, or going out to eat
J – January or February: January-especailly the 23rd!
K – Kids & Names: Connor and Logan
L – Life is Incomplete Without? lots of laughter
M – Marriage Date: December 18, 1999
N – Number of Siblings: 3, plus a few steps, in-laws, and halfs. 🙂
O – Oranges or Apples: oranges
P – Phobias or Fears: something happening to derek or the kids. and heights.
Q – Fave Quote: attitude is everything. is that an offical quote? I think life is about 98% your attitude about things.
R – Reason to Smile: so many blessings with family, friends, and even just stuff.
S – Season: winter (probably only because I live where winter weather is perfect!)
T – Tag 3 or 4 people: staci, juli beth, suzanne, ryann
U – Unknown Fact about Me: is there anything unknown? hmmm…I am sure there is something but I can’t think. oh, how about this. I pick at things-my dead foot skin, my face, my chapped lips, etc. i am a picker.
V- Vegetable You Don’t Like: GREEN PEAS! they make me gag.
W – Worst Habit: I am the worst multi-tasker ever. so if I am doing something on the computer, for example, I don’t hear what anyone says to me.
X – Xrays: my head (8th grade concussion), my foot (majorly broken toe) I think that’s it.
Y – Your Fave Food: strawberries or a good steak
Z – Zodiac Sign: aquarius

So I am having this day today where I should have gotten so much stuff done, but instead I have done nothing. I am so incredibly behind on laundry. In fact, this morning when I got dressed, Derek said “wow, you are dressed up.”
Okay, I was wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt. He was thrown off because I wear work out clothes almost everyday. And every pair of my soccer mom pants are dirty. But guess how many loads of laundry I have done? that’s right. none. Not even to mention the weeks worth of laundry that is folded waiting to be put away.


Now I only have 10 more minutes until it’s time to get Connor. I am ready to go get him-I owe my boy an apology. I hate when I have bad mom moments…even though I know we all do. He got to bring cupcakes to school this morning for his birthday. Normally I go through the drop off line, but today I decided to park to take the treats in. So we are late and I am in a hurry…I was so incredibly snappy and impatient with him. He was crying by the time we got to the door and had to be peeled out of my arms…I get back to the car, thinking about the whole scene and what happened. I had this flashback to when I first started getting all huffy…connor kept saying “excuse me, mommy. excuse me. I need to tell you something.” and what did I do? told him to tell me on the way in, dragging him out of the car. Ugh. Why do I do that? would it have mattered if he was 2 minutes later to school? Not even. So because I was all impatient and just rude, he had a meltdown going in to school. I sometimes forget that he is a little person, too. He has thoughts and feelings, too. I would hate if someone treated me that way. anyway, I am sure he has forgotten all about it by now, like any kid. I hope he had a good day with his friends, and told them all about how fun it was to make cupcakes with pink frosting and green sprinkles.

to be continued….gotta go get the c-man.

The best way to spread Christmas Cheer…

Is to sing loud for all to hear…

Or just to change up the old blog for Christmas! What do you think?

So I have a whole new level of respect for people who run in cold climates. My joints ached for every step of my 13.24 mile run. I know I said we were going 16…some people did. Some people even went 19. But 13 is all I had in me this morning. It was butt-duke cold. I took a really long, steaming hot shower when I got home, and I was still shivering. I bundled up in a fuzzy robe and got under my feather comforter for about 20 minutes. I would like everyone to start praying now that on January 14th the temperature falls between 50 and 60 degrees.

Two blogs in one day-I’m a blog superstar!


It’s 5:34 a.m. (which is actually sleeping in for a Saturday.)
It’s 39 degrees outside (which is technically butt-duke cold)
I’m about to go run 16 miles.

I feel like I’m taking crazy pills!