idontbelieveingrammar

Right now my son and husband are on the floor matching socks. It just might take them all night. Earlier while I was on the treadmill at the gym, my daughter chunked a snowglobe, a big glass one, at her older brother. Thankfully she missed. We all ate our weight in queso at dinner (and yes we had more than just queso for dinner, but I’m counting salsa as a vegetable tonight). And I'm thinking that the queso and the treadmill kind of cancel each other out. I think Owen snuck some soap into the dishwasher tonight because just a few minutes after turning it on foam poured all over kitchen floor. It looked like something from I love Lucy. Shaun got frustrated because I laughed and wanted to take a picture rather than actually turn the thing off and try to clean it up. Tess is always in my makeup. Usually she just paints her face up ridiculously. Tonight she got my foundation and rubbed ALL of it into the carpet. Not long after the snow globe incident, Tess and her broth...

Early in our marriage, I made the mistake of trying to let my husband teach me a few things. Like skiing and golf. I thought these would be fun things that we could do together. Only I forgot that I am a horrible student. That I don’t really like being told what to do. I hate the frustration of trying so desperately to hold my arm straight or not swing to the left or keeping my skis in line. Without success. I get more frustrated. He tells me again. And he tells me about a dozen things I need to fix or change or do and I don’t even know where to begin. And we end up yelling or cussing (usually both) and not having any fun at all. Eventually he has learned, to only offer advice when I ask for it. Or to limit it to one thing every five minutes. And also we learned that when we learn something we have two entirely different goals. My husband wants to do it properly. To have good form. Skill. And to do well. Maybe even win. I just don’t want to suck. I just want to be able to play. And hav...