Ok, I'm back. There still appears to be coffee leaking out the bottom of the keyboard, but I suppose as long as it still works I'm good for now. Wyatt has been banished to the floor-- I thought nursing while I did this would be good time management, but evidently I was mistaken.
Where was I? Oh, right. "More often"... my goal is a few times a week. I have a few reasons for wanting to do this, most of them pretty obvious. And really, all it would take is just 20 minutes here or there to jot down some of the best memories of the week. I can easily shave off a few Facebook minutes and transfer them to the blog.
And #2 is pretty easy too. Not being fat doesn't mean a diet, since I would never keep that resolution. But I do have a problem with portion control, so I am working on limiting myself to one helping per meal. No going back for seconds! (I did sneak seconds on a spinach salad last night, but I figure that was ok). I also am trying to return to healthier cooking, after a few months of wild and crazy experimentation with German food. Again, pretty easy, since I like finding healthy recipes and not eating heavy, fatty food really does make you feel better. Who'd have thought?
There are my goals for 2010. All the other things I'm aiming for, like organizing my house, being more patient with my kids, making more time for my husband... all those things are still being worked on, new year or not.
We spent the holidays in North Dakota, for the first time ever. It was fun to be home with family for Christmas. When we arrived, it was in the 20s and the kids were able to go outside and sled, build snow forts, etc. We were caught in the giant Christmas snowstorm, and 17 of us were snowed in at Tom's parents house for a few days. By the time we left, it had dropped to -20 and we were happy to get away from that. Also, two weeks spent with a house full of people who are not used to the screaming of a two year old, the constant chatter of a five year old, the emotional breakdowns of a three year old, and the demands of a six month old caused a little stress on both sides, I think. I'm sure they're enjoying the quiet, and I'm enjoying the noise without worrying about who it's annoying (besides myself.) But overall it was a wonderful trip, and it makes me long for the day when we can move back north. I do like Killeen, but it's not home. There are no terrible northern accents, the grocery stores don't carry the right food, there are no Canadians to make fun of, the weather is all wrong, and the people are just not the same.
Since being back home, things have not exactly jumped back on track. Tom was called back from leave early (the day we got home) because one of his soldiers accidentally killed himself. This was a less than pleasant week for him. In fact, it seems like a lot of people around me have been having unpleasant New Years thus far-- what's up with that? I haven't had anything bad happen to me, but I have had the sense that everything is just a little off. If you ever watched Stargate, you'll remember those episodes where they would return home through the stargate into a parallel dimension where they still existed, but everything was just a little different. We drove through a snowstorm somewhere in Iowa, and I'm wondering if maybe I missed driving through a large stone portal to another plane of existence.
Well, Brynn just came in to tell me that Norah is getting in trouble with the yogurt. I dropped a big container of yogurt on the floor this morning, and the lid broke. I just realized now that it's still sitting on the counter, and Norah (who I sent Bean to find because she was waay too quiet) must have decided to eat it. I know she can't reach the spoons... ugh. Oh, and here comes Nonah... yogurt down her shirt, blueberry juice on her face (uh oh) and sans pants.
That wraps up today's 20 minutes... see you later in the week.
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