Strapping On My Leggings

   I am sitting here eating a Costco cookie. I firmly resolved again last night to not eat sugar today. However I dragged myself out of bed late and drove my oldest to her art camp in the clothes I wore yesterday leaving the baby screaming at the door. When I came home I showered and got fresh clothes on and I was so hungry by that time that two Costco cookies went down the hatch pretty darn quick. This morning  I changed up my look a little. I usually choose clothes because of comfort and modesty. I have not 'given in' to the leggings fashion until just recently. And in giving in I mean I still don't wear leggings at all.  However I do now wear the tight work out pants that are like leggings but thicker. I always wear a skirt over them because that is how I feel comfortable. Today I was strapping on a grey pair of these tight work out pants that I do not intend to work out in, and I put a loose longish shirt on and decided to not put the skirt on at least for now. These leggings are interesting. They are high waisted but they slowly slip down over the roll I have acquired from having children and that cracks me up. When I put them on I feel like really I should have suspenders...or something. I have started only wearing loose billowy shirts. I am definitely in my thirties and that is all I will say. I think my forties are going to be a bit scary in that all of a sudden I will cast off the constraints I have had for so long ~ and anyway we shall see what happens.

 I just heard my five year old say to the one year old, 'You're such a handful.' Then she called out to me, 'Mommy? Is the baby a handful?' I said, 'yes.'
I have changed a dirty diaper this morning already. I have scrubbed one small patch of the shower. I have put some bacon and eggs away in the fridge because my oldest made breakfast. I have snuggled with each child and dodged numerous requests for cookies. The sun is shining and hiding in turn. Words of  'The Two Towers' have been swirling around for the past forty minutes and the house is a mess.

  My life is so simple and yet so complicated. My head spins with all I need to accomplish in a day. I guess, all I hope to accomplish. I have been contemplating giving up facebook. It has been years of back and forth just knowing it would be best but not wanting to. I feel like facebook is my life line. There I said it. Facebook feels like my life line. It is the crappiest life line I have ever come across but I cling on like I am dying. I hope that sometime soon I feel strong enough to let go and just be free. Sometimes life lines are holding you back from the real saving. I need to remember that.

Have a great day. There might be crazy stuff going on for you. You might be heavy with sadness or blissful with joy or somewhere in between and words are interruptions and  I thank you for reading this interruption.