Settling In

I am so happy to be at home after spending a week with my parents. I love them but I know the noise level the kids bring during visits is hard for them to adjust to. Now that I am back home, I have spent a majority of my time cleaning up the house. The girls have been keeping me busy as well. While at my parent's house I got a chance to visit with a majority of my aunts and uncles. One aunt in particular has lost over 80 pounds! Obseity runs in my family and not even I have escaped it's grip. My mom and I decided to make a little wager to see if we can shed some of the pounds as well. I know one is not supposed to bet, Islamically speaking, but I felt this was not a bet since I wouldn't mind giving my mom the amount decided on to buy some new clothes if she lost more than I did by April 18th. I have started a food diary and reflection blog. You can find the link under the about me link. Note I am starting this before new years because I do not want myself or others to view it as a resolution.

"You just don't understand!"

This from dd #1 who is all of six years old. Why do you ask would my "way too complex for me to ever get" child say this to me? I made a decision that due to her way over the top running around the room with reckless abandon, that she would have to go to bed at the same time as her younger sister. Note: we are only speaking of a mere 30 minutes. However, I can not grasp the feelings of a six year old nor understand her need to disregard house rules and specifically go against what I had said one minute earlier. I thought I would get such mouthiness from her when she was a teenager but apparently I am in for early onset attitude. Known to many of us as EOA. Wow we are missing two vowels...ymmm how can I rectify this.....How a bout early onset icky ugly attitude....I have know renamed EOA.....EOIUA. I guess I just needed to vent because I feel frustrated that I am not enjoying my children this evening. The day with dd #2 was fantastic....which is really weird since she is so high maintanence. Maybe I am just feeling frustrated that my house needs a good coat of painting on the inside. I thought my mom was going to take dd #2 for a week so I could tackle the job. However, she forgot she had some back proceedure coming up. So I sit in my hallway listening to the girls drift into sleep while looking at the walls with all their smudges and pen marks. My plan for this post was to discuss my ever expanding waist line. I will however save that for another day.