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Oh my Aching....


Every morning for the last two weeks or so, I have been waking up with this stupid headache. I can pop some tylenol (3 usually does the trick) but it's getting really old. I was hoping that chopping off all my hair would help, it takes the weight off your neck, but nope... headache is still rocking. Im sure my liver and kidneys are just thrilled with all the tylenol. Oh well, what do you do?

So, I was talking to a friend last night about the girls and how they helped out yesterday with all the house work. You know, I do appreciate it, but I don't want it to become something necessary or mandatory. I think they enjoy doing stuff like that because it's not demanded of them, and I want them to continue to find joy in the mundane things in life. Like how I love standing in front of the sink scrubbing dishes... its my quiet time, and my thinking time, and everyone leaves you alone while you're doing dishes. I like mopping too, that really gets you some peace and quiet because nobody can come in the room with the floor wet!

At any rate, I want them to enjoy life, they are going to be cleaning their own houses someday and get real fed up with it. This house and the things living in it are all my responsibility, and I didn't go and have them so that I could shove my workload onto the kids and start slacking. Its the same reason I don't demand they help with Cara or I won't ask they help with Ivan. They are going to have plenty of time in their lives to be parents. but you only get that hand full of years to really be a kid. I want them to live the hell out of their childhood, playing, making messes, catching snails and butterflies, racing tricycles in the backyard, enjoying the family pets instead of having to care for them.

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