So I’ve been hung up on what to write about these past few days.
It’s spring break here and the kids are alternately amazing me with their stellar behavior and flat-out giving me a run for my money on sanity.
I busted my ass down the stairs two days ago and have what I am dubbing the ‘ass shiner’ as the bruise is perfectly the color and shape of being punched in the eye – just on the other end of things. (Dear God, I hope that’s not a ‘thing’ – if it’s some sort of ‘thing’ that I’m not aware of, someone save me here. I will *not* be googling, just in case.)
There have been riding lessons and some family movie time, some work and some play. We did go mountain biking with my dad and step-mom. That was fantastical. Sweet Pea knocked my socks off. it was her first time riding on a trail and she owned it. I’m a proud mama.
So – other than the ass-shiner and trail riding – it’s been relatively mundane.
What’s one to write about when it’s like this?
- Life is good.
- Not-yet-ex is pleasant.
- Kids are… kids.
- House is slightly messy, but not terrible.
- Mountain biking was fun.
- Nutella muffins were hockey pucks.
- Blueberry muffins were a hit.
- Listening to the kids play and make up things is the joy of my life.
- Tiny cans of Stella are the best thing since big cans of Stella.
- Ass-busting sucks.
That’s when you realize that these are the moments. This is it. This is living. We’re doing the thing, with little-to-no-drama or insanity. That’s really pretty damn exciting! So there it is – it’s everything and it’s nothing – but I’ll take it any day over dramaland!