I've come to a decision. It's not a monumental decision. It's not a decision that will change my life, but it's a decision that I feel could help me. I've decided to challenge myself to return my old blogging frequency. I'm hoping it will lift my spirits. Remember how I use to post ridiculous things from my past, and about my ocd tendencies? I miss those days.
This past year has been difficult for me as a mother. Oh don't get me wrong... I love being a mom to my two boys! But you see, I seem to have given birth to a Tasmanian devil. A beast-child. Never, did I ever imagine that these last two years of his life would have been the most difficult I have ever encountered, so far. Homeboy can now take off the childproof door knob thingys. My husband tried to superglue the one on Homey's bedroom door and he managed to rip it off within hours. I have found myself unable to do anything. And I am not kidding. Today he glued his legs, the kitchen counter top, and some of the wood floor. While I am cleaning that mess, he quickly moves on to the next mess. I have cleaned every wall in my house at least 3-4 times, each, since April. He's my artist. I have to be "on guard" at all hours of the day. While I went to the laundry room to retrieve some pants from the dryer, he quickly got into my church bag and colored some pretty pictures in the RS role binder. He doesn't sleep, he never stops, and to make matters worse... he so stinkin' cute.
I'm mentally exhausted.
I need to feel funny again. I need to feel like my old self, by golly! So even if it takes me having to tie Homeboy to the leg of the kitchen table, to get things done around here, well then so be it! (don't worry. I'm sure Homeboy will be able to free himself from his tethers within minutes. He'll chew his way through the rope.)
Wish me luck. Pray for me. And if you happen to be a boyscout, I need a refresher course on tying knots.