Country Girls: Our Weekend

This weekend I realized 3 things. Now, believe me when I say that these conclusions have been kind of drifting around on the fringes of my consciousness for some time. I didn't come to these conclusions lightly. They weren't spur of the moment things. Trust me when I say I've spent a lot of time thinking about them. These 3 conclusions are as follows:

#1. This parenting thing, while I've enjoyed it tremendously, I'm thinking I'm over it.

I'm reconsidering it. Seriously, I've given this a great deal of thought and I've decided that I'm really not for parenting as a lifetime commitment. It sounds good in theory. I believed 7 years ago that I wanted to do it. I was thrilled during my first pregnancy and every one after that. Really, it is good in theory. The execution I'm not so happy with. The same goes for being a wife. It really did seem like a good idea all those many, many, many years ago. The execution though, not so much. I came home today, had to cook supper-with a baby clinging to my hip, have been told that a person needs to wear socks to get through the kitchen because the floor is so messy, and the furniture is dirty. I came home from a hard day of work, mind you. Work. Work. I had to work.

I've just now changed my mind about the parenting thing. As I was writing this, my Big BK brought me some flowers. He'd picked a handful of clover flowers for me while he was outside playing. Ooooohhhhh. Meanwhile, the baby just came through here chewing on a head of garlic. I mean chewing. My kitchen is now inundated with the smell of garlic and my baby is prepared in case a vampire shows up at the house. I suspect all of the girls out there are also safe. From all of his kisses I mean. I guess between the two of them they even each other out.

#2. I am terribly out of shape.

We walked through Inez yesterday. If you don't know anything about Inez, it's basically one street. We walked down the middle of town, I and a handful of other parents while the children rode bicycles. Mine were pushed down the street on their tricycles. We walked a couple of miles. Really, that's all it was. And it was hotttt. Like 250 degrees or something. If I hadn't had my body shaper on I'm sure my shirt would've been soaked plumb through with perspiration. (One added bonus of Spanx and the like, they hold the sweat in.) Halfway through the walk, I was begging Big BK to get onto the back of my brother-in-law's truck. (B-I-L was following the procession to keep us safe.) Big BK refused to concede. We walked the entire time. And once again I finished last. And in the last couple of hundred feet I made him get off the bike and walk.

As I write this, I'm back to my original #1 conclusion. My child has pulled things out of the garbage and tried to climb on the coffee table and whined the entire time he was doing it. Yep, I'm against this whole parenting thing.

#3. I'm getting too old for most things.

By this I mean most things that require any kind of physical movement. I'm really good at sitting. I like cooking. I really like eating. I like reading. I like watching TV. That's pretty much it for me. I'm thinking I'm giving up everything except those 5 things. I'll go on to weigh 9000 pounds and be one of those people that they have to cut a hole in the wall to remove from her home and lift off of the couch with a crane. But hey, there will be little danger that I'll be overexerting myself. And that's what I'm all about.

As I write this, my baby has backed his big brother into a corner, behind my chair trying to take his toy tools out of his tool belt. A fist fight has resulted. This comes after my baby was pulling at my curtain panel trying to pull the entire thing off the wall. See what I'm talking about.

Anyway.......

Here are some pictures of our house.

Now my baby is eating the flowers his brother brought me. Maybe it'll cover up the garlic smell.