The key to happiness

I keep thinking my sad excuse for not blogging is a severe lack of time. The even sadder excuse is that I have nothing to blog about. I didn't want to sit and blog about how stressed out I am (been there, done that), or how little time I have (pretty sure I've told that story too). I keep wanting to start a craft blog, but I clearly don't have time to blog in general let alone try and blog about crafty stuff. So here I sit with not much to blog about.
I am feeling like a reasonably good mother these days. I made Becka 2 new outfits to wear to her conference hooey. I helped Courtney make a crown that looks like King Tut's head piece. I spent some quality time with Scott and Ryan because Brian took the little girls off for an adventure. I hope I help Lizzy, I feel like we talk lots, and we went on a great walk the other night. I tried to help Alex with her math tonight but I fear she is perilously close to being smarter than me.
For the first time in...forever...I have a pretty nice week ahead. As I think about it, there is lots going on, just nothing I have to worry or feel guilty about. This is a big deal because I feel guilty or worried about pretty much everything. I did realize late today that I had inadvertently skipped a week. I was thinking this was the week before Halloween (I'm pretty sure it's not). Thinking about it, that is probably why I am so optimistic about my upcoming week. It's an extra week! A gift of a whole week. Wahoo!
I may have just stumbled across the key to happiness!

Maneuver Fail

My morning was pretty much a fail no matter how you look at it. I had too many things to do and too little time to do them in. I thought if everything went like clock work I could accomplish all I needed to and declare myself successful. Now I am declaring my morning a fail, on so many levels.
My brilliant plan involved making a tasty pot of 5-bean chili, taking some to book group and then having dinner all ready in advance. I took too long getting ready, but still thought I could get the chili on before visiting teaching and my council PTA meeting. It all started to go wrong from there, I couldn't find ANY of the ingredients for chili. I started texting Brian and was able to find most of the ingredients. Then, looking at the clock I decided to multitask and brush my teeth whilst looking for the seasoning packets. It could be called the epic multitask fail. I had a mouth full of toothpaste, lost my shoe while stepping over stuff, and non so gracefully tumbled to the ground (basement, cement floor, no padding between the industrial carpet and the floor). I laid there assessing whether or not anything was broken (jury's still out on that one) and unable to cry out for help due to the mouth full of toothpaste.
So to sum up, unseasoned pot of chili that won't be ready by noon, supposed to be visiting teaching right then, meeting that I have no paperwork ready for, book group that I have no potluck ready for, pathetic me. I burst into tears, mostly from insult, not injury. Scott gave me a hug and I walked out the door. Sadly, I had not been able to compose myself and boobed like a baby to Michelle (my VT companion) and through most of the first visit.
Visiting teaching was nice, I missed my meeting because I went to the wrong school (West Point, West Clinton...aargh), and brought popcorn chicken and tater babies to book group. Book group was great though, and we will be reading The Princess Bride for anyone who is interested in coming next month.
On the bright side, I didn't break my hip
Lame me, multitask fail...maneuver fail...fail fail.

Biz...or Lecka

Just a quick blurb because I thought this was cute. Last night Courtney came out to tell me that she had found a pair of shoes she liked on the internet, the conversation went a little like this:
Me: what kind of shoes? We just bought you 3 new pairs, I thought you were good to go.
Court: No, I NEED these shoes, I will start saving up for them.
Me: What kind of shoes?
Court: There are actually 2 pairs, a pair of hiking shoes and a pair of hiking sandals.
Me: Do you want to be Becka when you grow up?
(moment of deep thought)
Court: Becka and Liz...Biz...or Lecka!

So, Biz and Lecka, thanks for being the great daughters that you are. I am glad that Courtney wants to be both or either one of you. I cannot think of better examples!