Last thoughts on stopping writing

On April 23, 2014 By JillIn Mommy Musings3 Comments

For the past four months I have written many posts, 55, to be exact, and clearly, I am a bit of a thinker. Those of you who know me intimately are probably laughing- a bit of a thinker is the understatement of the year. I am downright OCD.

AND I APOLOGIZE TO MY FAMILY AND FRIENDS WHO HAVE HAD TO HEAR ABOUT STOPPING WRITING, STARTING WRITING, WHAT THIS BLOG SHOULD BE ABOUT, ETC…BLAH, BLAH, BLAH pretty much since I started writing- I can see all your faces and I promise – no more blog talk.

A friend of mine was like “Well you write because you feel better, right? Your just venting, getting it out, right?” Someone else suggested it gives me a sense of purpose.

This blog has done neither, but I have found that I like sitting down and writing. Writing focuses me and makes me feel like I am doing something other than park, playdates, and playdough. The comments from readers are nice too. Makes me feel connected to the outside world.

So I am just going to keep going with the Girly Reports until I don’t feel like writing about mom stuff anymore. I will write about whatever, the boring, the silly, the adventures, but keep my anxiety “issues” for another blog. Contact me if you want find that blog.

I don’t want to “emerge” anymore as my previous blog description stated. I just want to complain about the annoying, share the good stuff, or maybe confess that I drank a lot of wine and housed four pieces of pizza because I was so stressed out – And finished it off with some chocolate!

Life is hard enough, right? I’m closer to 40 now – I think I am pretty much cooked in the changing personality department and learning about myself and quite frankly, who cares!

So I leave you with this picture—I wanted to be mad but she made me laugh!

Hours of Fun with Kids- Kinetic Sand

On April 15, 2014April 16, 2014 By JillIn Uncategorized, What's Going On?3 Comments

I can’t tell you the amount of times I’ve left a store with some toy or trinket the girls begged for, or just because I was in a bribing kind of mood.

Cheap blinking rings and bracelets from the dollar store that stop working the minute you get home, light up bouncy balls that become light- less, and end up hiding underneath the couch collecting dust.

Barking puppies, neighing unicorns, and cheeping chicks that only serve to annoy the hell out of me – most presents serving as the root of a “That’s mine” fight. Stickers, crayons, dot paint, chalk, and pencils have added color and interest to my freshly painted walls.

Yesterday, upon strolling into Michaels to pick up crafting supplies for Easter decorations, I saw these boxes of Kinetic Sand. I usually don’t look twice at gimmicky type of products, purchase anything from an infomercial, or have a burning desire to buy anything different. I am an old fashioned, hard to change, do not like to try anything new kind of person (got my Dad’s genes).

I was in an unusually relaxed mood…it was gorgeous out, we hadn’t had any morning activities to rush off to (love a free morning without the stress of getting the little one dressed on a time constraint) and we were headed to the park after.

I decided to buy this product. It looked so cool, exactly like sand. The package said “Your hands stay clean, clean-up is a breeze, and it never dries out.” I was sold. When we got home, we tried it and it was awesome.

Gia says, “I’m so glad we got this, it feels so weird.”

Arianna played with this Kinetic Sand for a little more than an hour- which is a record for her snappy attention span. She put her feet in it, happy as a pig in mud….Yup- I just compared my daughter to a pig…

I feel like I am writing a product review but I really liked this. I think I will be more open to trying new things in the future.

Yoga Pants aka Denial Pants

On April 14, 2014 By JillIn Uncategorized2 Comments

Yoga Pants

I think these should be called denial pants… oh boy, do I love my black yoga pants. They are the perfect mommy pant- they are comfy, don’t show the dirt, and stretch with me as I run and play with the girls. I don’t find jeans all that comfortable due to my muscular thigh (not sure if it’s as much muscle as it once was these days)! When I sit down or bend with jeans I feel like the denim is a strong damn holding back the gushing water, only it’s not water, its flubber!

But, the denial pants come with a price. You put them on every day and never realize that you have put on a few pounds, not to mention they are black (slimming) and the ones I buy are called Shape wear (oh yea, I peek at my rear in these puppies and think to myself, who needs the Stairmaster?…does that even exist anymore, I haven’t been to a gym in 15 years.)

The other thing about these denial pants is that wearing them while spending the day with children makes you forget you’re a real person (like you once were a sexy lady). Putting on the denial pants is like the uniform of the referee, activity planner, waitress, maid, and chauffer. Your mind is constantly on your children and what they need; it’s hard to find the extra energy to make a wellness plan for yourself.

I am not one to weigh myself so a reading on the scale wouldn’t have warned me to sprint towards salad street. I mean, it’s not like I’m completely oblivious to the fact that not running/walking and indulging in pretty much everything lately is going to catch up with me…in fact last night we had a BBQ and I didn’t think twice about the burger slathered in mayonnaise and ketchup with a healthy serving of fries and the wine…yum! And pizza, wine, snackies, and cookies with friends Saturday night…and this has been like every weekend since January…it’s like my New Year’s Resolution was to let go, eat, drink and be merry…Damn, why does pleasure come with a price?

Needless to say, I put on jeans today …and can we say muffin top and boulder but!

Yikes!