Wednesday, March 08, 2006

I Wanna Dance...

"Oh!! I wanna dance with somebody". Boy, do I...For some reason I have this uncontrollable urge to break it down and do a little diddy ("diddy if ya want to"...) so, to satiate my desires to shake my ass and watch myself, I decide to turn on slightly inappropriate music - loudly - and shake shake shake my booty in the kitchen while I "did the dishes". This inspired my daughters and they joined me mid "my humps". So, I'm trying not to break my hump but make it work while my 5 year old is doing something butt up with one leg flailing about behind her - God, please tell me she didn't learn that from me - and it's time for me to "get low to the flo" and she kicks me in the eye. Right smack in my right eye. Needless to say this ended our romp in the kitchen and now with a swollen soon to be black eye, I'm laughing at the look of terror in my daughter's face when it sunk in that she'd just decked her mom in the eye. Meanwhile, my 11 month old has realized in her own little world, that this has turned out to be a bit "girls gone wild" turned terrible wrong - she's frozen and not sure if she should continue bouncing while mommy lays on the floor yelling "my eye...my @$#% eye!!!" and Katelynn screaming "oh gosh mommy, I'm sorry...I'm sorry" These looks on their faces - completely innocent and disappointed looks - inspires me to suck it up and continue our dance-a-thon. So, we separated to opposite sides of the room, laughed it off, and tore it up "Singin' I love Rock 'n' Roll". All in a day...Sigh....All in a day.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Bore me...

Ever find yourself thinking - "man, I wish I had something to do"?? Yeah??? Well, not me. Weird how boredom has become a luxury to me. Re-phrase that...SAD how boredom has become a luxury to me. Maybe not boredom so much as just time to do nothing. Boredom - yeah, I get plenty of that. Doing dishes, laundry, picking up toys that apparently are out to irritate me since they never get played, cooking the same crap all of the time, watching the same crap on TV, and doing just about everything else that falls under my motherly, wifely duties. Did I actually sign on for this? Did I really say "I do" to ALL of this? I don't really re-call saing "I will" to all of this. Getting married and "growing up" sounds good in theory - no one tells you about the monontony. Sure you hear plenty of the good stuff, and quite a bit of the REALLY bad stuff, but no so much the boring. I get so used to going through the motions...of seeing the same dishes and folding the same clothes day after day that I get excited when I come across my husband's new boxers in the laundry. Not because he looks sexy in his new digs -- chances are I've not seen him IN them, but excited because I get to fold them and put them away for the first time. First times are becoming harder to come by. Woo freaking hoo, right?? Sure, you think "ewe - that's weird", but you'll see, if you haven't already. Just be thankful that you've been warned. :)