Just write. Stream of conciousness. Doesn't matter if it even makes sense. Who cares if it flows. Just start. Just type whatever pops into your brain. Go. Who knows? It might turn out to be your best entry ever!
I told my son I needed to use this computer "for one thing" about 45 minutes ago (he was playing a game). I hate that when I sit down at the computer I can't do "just one thing". It always turns into more than that, but it's because I always think about something else I need to do before I get up. Yesterday I sat down on the couch and pulled the laptop into my lap around 2:30 pm. When I got up to go to the bathroom at 8 pm, I thought to myself, "I don't think I've been up off that couch since I sat down!" and truly, I don't think I got up in 5.5 hours. Granted, it was a lazy Sunday, and I had gotten up earlier than normal to cook Father's Day breakfast for my husband, so I caught a quick catnap in those 5.5 hours, but still. That's a long time to be on the couch.
Quinn is screaming. He's always screaming about something, or making someone else scream. I wish my kids could just be nice to each other. I get glowing reports from all of their teachers about how sweet they are with their friends, so why do they come home and torture their siblings?!? And why oh why does my older daughter feel like she has to be in charge? Just now she took control of a situation I should've handled, and that's why Quinn is screaming. If she had said, "Mommy! I need you!" I could've come over and settled the problem, but she (I guess trying to help?) played the mom and handled it (albeit the wrong way). I guess that comes from being the oldest. She's quite bossy, and that's her trait I dislike the most.
I feel guilty about Father's Day. My husband always goes above and beyond the call of duty when it's Mother's Day. He shows me a wonderful day, because he knows my love language is gifts. I love giving gifts, and I love getting them, and he gets that. His love language is acts of service, so I try to have the garbage emptied, dishes and laundry done and bed made when he gets home from work, because that's how I can show my love to him the most. That makes gift-giving occasions hard, though, because he's not big on gifts. I cannot match monetarily what he gives me, because I don't have the resources he has, and I feel funny dipping into our joint account for his gifts, even though he wouldn't care. I just feel like it should come out of my earnings for some reason, so I can't ever match what he does for me. As a result, I feel like my Father's Day offerings were lame. I made him a hardback photo book at YorkPhoto.com using a bunch of pictures of him with the kids throughout the years. I paired it with lots of great quotes about being a father and what that means. It was the kind of gift I'd love to get, because I love any kind of gift that expresses feelings (my 2nd love language is Words of Encouragement). I loved the book, and he said he did, too, so I guess it was okay. It's hard to buy for him, because if he wants something, he just buys it for himself. Plus, I don't know a lot about buying computer peripherals or tools, so I skip those gifts, which are his favorites. Anyway... he got the photo book and some new polo shirts (which he always needs) and some Spam singles ('cause he loves Spam and these are great because they're individual servings of Spam that can go anywhere!) That was it. Today is his birthday, and we're heading to his favorite lunch place to buy a gift card so he can have lunch on us, plus we're picking up an ice cream birthday cake in his favorite flavor (Bruster's Foreign Affair), because he adores ice cream cake. We're also having lunch with him at a restaurant hear his work. That'll have to do, because I'm out of ideas. I hope it's good enough, but I always feel like I fall short when it comes to giving him gifts.
I guess I need to go get dressed and officially start my day. I did make pancakes for the kids this morning and used up the last of the Bisquick, so I need to get some more of that. I actually like when I use the last of something. It gives me a sense of accomplishment. Currently I'm trying to clean out my freezer and pantry and concentrate on eating at home more. Every time I use up something or throw away a box, I get giddy. There are so many Dream Dinners and bags of chicken in my freezer, and they need to be cooked and eaten. My pantry is about half as full as it was when we moved in over a year ago, and I'm making a conscious effort to only buy necessities instead of going crazy during a good sale. Good sales and triple coupons are the reasons I have 3 boxes of taco shells in my pantry right now. I gave away a box full of canned goods when the postal service had their canned food drive a couple of months ago. That helped a lot. I love a good sale, even at the grocery store, but I'm awful about following up and actually using all the food. To help, I've started making meal plans so I know each night what I'm going to make. That has helped tremendously. I can't wait until the freezer and pantry are near empty! Then I'll make an inventory and try to be more organized. I know. You think I'm mental. (And I'm blogging about my pantry, so I'm sure you're drooling on your keyboard. WAKE UP!)
'K. Now I really need to go get dressed and give Aiden this computer back so he can finish his "duties" at Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends on CartoonNetwork.com.
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