I have a habit of being discontent. I have a habit of not finding the joy in everything. Instead, I tend to see the piles of laundry, the stress of homeschooling, the to-do list a mile a long and I, well, freeze. I stop doing, I stop seeking out happiness, and I become, well, even more discontent. And, wow, do I become a joy to be around.
Bet you’re wondering what. in. the. world. this article is about, aren’t you? Admit it. You’re now envisioning salsa recipes and, well, Satan. And a love child. Well, I won’t keep you in suspense any longer. This article is about….
It’s been an interesting week. Interesting in a kind of “seriously wth is wrong with people” kind of way. I’m sure you’ve had those kinds of weeks, right? (Just say right.)
In the last few weeks we have had some very funny and unusual conversations with our children. While we are all completely aware that our sense of humor is, well, quirky, it can throw others off quite a bit. Take for instance, the conversation about the boys’ changing their names.
Angel, T-Bone, and Kita: They were very excited I was pet-sitting.
It’s official. The doctor confirmed that the meniscus is torn in my right knee. He suspects the left knee too, but we’re doing one at a time. Thanks, HMO. Surgery is set for August 24th, so that should be a blast. Honestly, I’m looking forward to it. I’m relieved that it will finally be fixed. So that I can then fix the other one.
One Great Mom 