I REALLY REALLY want to write on my blog. And I think about it a lot. I just don't ever seem to have the time. Some of you may be thinking, well.... you have time for Facebook and for other meaningless waste of time sort of things.... yes, I do find the time for those BUT I don't have to concentrate for any length of time to get on Facebook. And it seems like I have to stop whatever it is that I may be doing AT LEAST every 45 seconds to either break up a fight or help someone in some capacity. I just finished The Time Traveler's Wife (excellent book, by the way) and I swear to you I read the entire book in two to three page increments. We're talking about a 500+ page book here. I would read a couple of pages at the dentist. Read a couple more at ball practice. Read a couple more at dance class. Read a couple in line at the drive thru. Those of you who read my blog (not sure if there are even any of you left now or not?) may be thinking to yourself that I have made my life this way... one long line of frantic hurry-up-and-get-there moments, but really it has just evolved into this. When I do find myself with an hour or two, I end up wasting it because I simply do not know what to do with myself. I will piddle around the house and try to find something productive to do only to find that I only have 45 minutes left and that's just not enough time to do something productive anyway. Even worse at handling impromptu moments of spare time are my kids. They moan and groan about being bored and wanting to go do this or do that. They just can't seem to entertain themselves, although they used to be able to. I honestly have to FIND something for them to do. Or they will sit and fight for hours on end about who touched who or who called who stupid. That alone fills up a great deal of my time.
Well, this Wednesday I am leaving to go on the annual 8th grade field trip to the Outer Banks. I leave my family behind and I spend three days herding 14 year olds from one historic site to another while trying to fit in some reading time on the bus. I always come home exhausted and wondering why I do this to myself. Again, one of those things that have evolved into being part of my life. This year I am loading up the iPod and planning to keep the earbuds in use for at least 90% of the trip. I could probably recite the Rangers presentation at the Wright Brothers Memorial back to you anyway at this point... surely he won't mind if I am jamming while he gives his spill to yet another group of pesky uninterested 8th graders. Don't get me wrong.... it is a great trip... it's just that this year will make the 5th time I've been on the exact same trip. I know it by heart.
So, Brad has been working on building himself a mancave out behind the house. Actually it is the first in a long line of steps towards finishing our basement and hopefully building a pool one day. See, before we can build a pool, we need to finish the basement. Before we can finish the basement we have to clean it out. Before we can clean out the basement we have to have somewhere to store Brad's junk (ie. tractor parts, tools, scout memorobilia, etc.). Thus the mancave is the first step. Unfortunately, after we finish the mancave, we probably won't be able to afford any of the rest of the stuff I mentioned. Everything is just SO expensive.
Well, I see two little ones running through the yard headed this way. Some emergency, I'm sure. Someone hit someone, or got scratched by a dog, or fell into a mud puddle, or in need of a snack, or maybe just someone needing a hug & shoogie. Aaaah, motherhood. You gotta love it.
