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Daily Prompt: Pace Oddity

It’s Thursday afternoon which means we are pretty much knocking on the door of FRIDAY!!

I have been cheating with my blogging lately. Yes, I have been trying to do a lot of the Daily Prompts but I am not giving my blog much love.

I am not sure what my problem is. I have a ton of ideas and thoughts floating around my head just dying to be blogged about but they just won’t flow onto the page when I login to WordPress.

Thoughts? Suggestions?

Ok enough rambling, now it is time to Daily Prompt

If you could slow down an action that usually zooms by, or speed up an event that normally drags on, which would you choose, and why?

I choose both.

The event I would like to slow down would be my kids getting older. I will be the first to admit that when I am DEEP in the trenches of parenting, there are times that I can not wait until the boys are “big” and not asking me to pour them a drink or settle a fight over the Lego sword that belongs to Matt but Lucas borrowed to use on his army battlefield.

However, when I find a picture of the twins when they were 18 months old and realize they will be TEN in June it makes me want to cry.

Where did those 10 years go????

Soon they won’t need their mom to help get something off the high shelf or watch tv with them or take them to the park. They won’t want to go to Target with me for no reason or cuddle in bed with and tell me about their day. Ugh, it breaks my heart.

I know they have to grow up and I need to be happy and excited for them and all that they will experience (I don’t know if I am envious of the middle school years) but it’s still sad.

It’s sad and what’s worse is that you don’t realize it’s happening until it’s over. How does the saying go “the days are long but the years are short”?

On a lighter note, the event that drags on (and on and on) that I would love to speed up would be my work day.

While I am thankful to have a job and work for a great company, there are MANY days that just s-l-o-w-l-y drag on. The days when you think the clock on the computer must not be working since it is clearly NOT moving.

Those are the days you are left sitting at your desk thinking about all the other fun things that you could be doing if you were anyplace other than work.

The mall. The beach. The couch watching tv. A tropical island sipping a pina colada. The list is endless really.

Well that’s all I got for you today. Enjoy your Thursday and thanks for reading ūüôā

 

 

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Marco……Polo

Happy Monday!

I took last week off from blogging but I am back!

Let’s Daily Prompt shall we.

Today’s Daily Prompt¬†:¬†When was the last time your walked away from a discussion, only to think of The Perfect Comeback hours later? Recreate the scene for us, and use your winning line.

My 7yo takes swim lessons on Saturday mornings at 9am – we were late signing up hence the “coveted” 9am slot.

The swim school uses hotel pools in surrounding towns to host the lessons. The lessons are private and last 30 minutes.

It’s not the fancy swim school most people I know use, however, it’s affordable and I have finally accepted that none of my children will be the next Michael Phelps so it’s good enough.

At this point, all I want is for the kids to all swim in the deep end of the pool and actually play and have fun rather than whine and tell me they are thirsty and want to go home and watch tv.

Anyway, this past Saturday me, Jake and 2 of his brothers headed off to the pool at 9am. Everyone was very excited to be out and about, sans iPads, so early on a Saturday that we were practically skipping our way into the lobby.

As we waited for Jane our swim instructor to open the door, I spotted a  family of 4 coming up behind us decked out in swim wear carrying tubes.

WTF, this is a joke right? I thought to myself. Why the hell would ANYONE  be at an indoor pool at 9am on a Saturday? 

We don’t live in a big city so it’s not like our hotels are overrun with tourists in February. This was just nuts.

I could almost accept it if it were kids excited to swim Рkeeping in mind my own kids would NOT be in the pool at 9am Р but this was a mother, father,  2 kids AND  an aunt all decked out in bathing suits!

Ok, I told myself. I am sure Jane will be able to conduct the lesson. Surely these people will realize what is going on and just stay on the other end of the pool. 

Never have I been so wrong.

The whole family jumped in the pool (the pool is small and only goes up to 5ft) and started splashing and playing around in the “deep” end while Jake and Jane stayed in the shallow end.

No sooner did  Jane start to working with Jake on his kicks when one of the kids, Jonah, comes by with his tube and starts splashing right next to Jake. They were almost touching Jonah was so close.

Jonah’s aunt motioned to him to move away but his hairy, shirtless, dad, who was in the middle of the pool jumping up and down like spastic 8yo, just shrugged before starting a game of Toss-Jonah’s- Tube- Back- and- Forth- Across- the- Pool.

If the tube happened to land where Jane or Jake was, no problem, Super Jonah would just jump in between them to retrieve it.

I was seething in my chair calling them names, in my head, while wishing each one of them  a leg cramp.

I was DYING to confront them and ask them WTF they were doing and why they couldn’t just swim at the other end of the pool.

But no….Nic is afraid of confrontation so ¬†instead I shot them looks to kill.

Take that you ignorant ass! I glared from 5 feet away.

The final straw came when the family started playing Marco fn Polo. All 5 of them were spread out and hairy dad was under water “hiding” .

Over the screaming of MARCO!  POLO! I finally decided enough was enough and told Jane we needed to reschedule the lesson.

We are going to stop our lesson, are you happy weird family?????

Yup, I showed them right?

Hey, you interrupt our swim lesson with your rude behavior and we will just leave and let you play some more!

Afterwards on the way to Dunkin’ Donuts, I kept thinking about how I should have confronted the family. ¬†I envisioned myself grabbing the dad’s hairy arm and hurling him out of the pool with my super duper mom strength.

Or  I could have taken the mature approach and politely explained that a private swim lesson was taking place and could they kindly swim at the other end of the pool until our lesson was over.

Nope I did nothing and I’m VERY disappointed in myself.

But hey, if I ever see Marco Polo family again they better watch out because I will be better prepared!

Thanks for reading. Here’s to a great week ūüôā

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: The Stat Connection

Ugh WordPress what are you doing to me today?? We were on a roll with the Daily Prompts and then today you throw this one at me:

Daily Prompt: Go to your Stats page and check your top 3-5 posts. Why do you think they’ve been successful? Find the connection between them, and write about it.

Here it goes, my top 3 posts:

  1. Happy Endings
  2. Say My Name
  3. Throw Back Post….circa 2013¬†

I have had my blog since 2012 (yikes!). The first 2 years I was blogging almost everyday, then I got writer’s block and I just stopped.

Sure, every once in a while I would post a random blog but they were never like they used to be.

Back in 2012, the ideas used to just pop in my head and the words would just flow. There wasn’t any stress or thought, the words were just there as my fingers typed away and before I knew it, the blog was done.

Once the writer’s block kicked in, I began to think too much about what I was going to blog about and worried about what people would think.

I wasn’t writing for me anyone, I was trying to attract an audience and make people want to read me. I wanted to be Freshly Pressed damn it!

Never a good idea.

My blog has never received a lot of traffic or won any blogging awards. No, it was just me and my musings and my little group of loyal followers.

Every now and then people will ask me why I don’t blog anymore and I have no good answer for them except that I miss it.

I really miss it. When I was blogging it made me happy and it was a release for me.

Well here I am VERY slowing putting my toe in the blogging waters to test them out and see if I am ready to jump in.

It’s a little scary but so far so good.

Thanks for reading ūüôā

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Say Your Name

Today’s Daily Prompt¬†Write about your first name: Are you named after someone or something? Are there any stories or associations attached to it? If you had the choice, would you rename yourself?

My name is Nicole ¬†which means “victor for the people.”

Exciting right?

My entire family has called me Nikki for as long as I can remember. Here’s a fun fact, I didn’t even know my real name was Nicole until I started pre-school and the teacher called “Nicole”.

There was also a period when I was Little Nikki since I have an uncle named Nick but I’ll save that for another blog.

I was never thrilled with my name. Growing up in the 70s and 80s (damn, did I give my age away?), there were very few Nicoles.

Miss Nancy NEVER said my name on “Romper Room” in her damn Magic Mirror. And you would be hard-pressed to find “nicole” on a comb or mirror in the local 5&10 store.

Nope, all the Jennifers and Marys monopolized that market. 

Once, I begged my mom to change my name to Karen after a Mousketeer on The Mickey Mouse Club but she said no.

But whhhyyyyyy?????? I would whine to her. WHY did you name me Nicole???? I hate my name! (insert pouting face).

Mom never really gave me a really good reason why my name was Nicole, just that her and my dad liked it.

In college, I switched things up a bit and went by Nikki. My reasoning was new life chapter – new name.

My college and high school friends call me Nikki. My husband and his family call me Nicole (don’t ask) and co-workers call me Nicole. However, on occasion I will answer to Danielle as I have been told that I “look like a Danielle.”

Nowadays (this is a word, I Googled it), I mostly answer to Mom or Mommy – the BEST name ever unless it is 3am or it is said on a repeat loop (lol).

Not that long ago, one of my sons told me he hated his name and wanted to change it.

WHAT?! WHY? Do you know how many months Daddy and I agonized over what to name you?? I LOVE your name and you can’t change it!

Payback sucks huh? ūüėČ

Thanks for reading have a good week!

ps – the Urban Dictionary defines “nicole” as ¬†an awesome person that is often imitated but never duplicated. Take that all you Jennifers!

Lucky number 7 – Daily Prompt Seven Wonders

I am not a frequent participant in the Daily Prompt but today’s was a good one Seven Wonders.

Khalil Gibran once said that people will never understand one another unless language is reduced to seven words. What would your seven words be?

Wow, this was an easy one for a change. My words are (drum roll please)….

There is always something to laugh about

I use humor and/or sarcasm, who am i kidding it’s 99.9% sarcasm, as a defense mechanism. When life gives me lemons, it is just easier to make fun of myself or laugh about whatever the lemon dujour may be. It takes the pressure off and lightens the mood a bit.

Sometimes my humor is not always appreciated and sometimes people don’t always “get it” (shame on them!) but who cares right?

Life is not always fun and it is definitely not always easy. However, if you can find something to laugh about it just makes everything better for a little while at least.

Happy Almost Thursday!

Snips and snails and puppy dog tails

Happy Hump Day!!! Can you believe it is already Wednesday and halfway to the weekend??

Yesterday’s post was a little serious so I thought today I’d lighten it up a little. Sound good? Great!

For those of you who do not know me,  I am a mom to four boys, twins who are 9, a 7yo and my baby who is 5.

Families with 4 children are not the norm anymore so when people find out I have 4 kids AND that they’re all boys, it usually leads to a stunned look and/or a gasp.

Inevitably questions follow so today I thought I’d share and answer some of my favorite questions from the past 9 years ¬†– please note these are in no specific order and I have been asked every single one of them

  • No I am not trying to start my own (insert sport) team
  • Why yes it is always ‚Äúfun‚ÄĚ at my house, you should stop over sometime without calling first
  • OMG yes I know how LUCKY I am to have four boys and not girls. After all, girls are SO much harder to raise than boys and I will be SO happy when they are teenagers
  • Yes, twins run in my family
  • Of course they are all best friends (see #2)
  • No actually they do not ALL play sports but we still love them anyway
  • Yes I know, my food bill will sky-rocket but for now it‚Äôs ok since they exist on Elios pizza, Eggo chocolate chip pancakes and chicken nuggets
  • No I am not trying for the girl ‚Äď you know how old I am right?
  • Yes I am the ‚Äúqueen‚ÄĚ of my household ¬†and treated as such (again see #2)
  • Nope, I did not plan on having 4 children, I do not come from a large family and no, before having kids I didn‚Äôt really like kids
  • Yes, the blond one is mine and as a matter of fact, his dad DOES have blond hair
  • Yup they are all mine ‚Äď would I voluntarily take 4 boys out if they were not related to me?
  • Hmmm, it‚Äôs hard to say if boys ‚Äúrun in my family‚ÄĚ ‚Äď they do now!
  • No, it‚Äôs NEVER quiet
  • Yes, there were (and still are) lots of hand me downs but that doesn‚Äôt mean I wouldn‚Äôt love to buy something cute and girly
  • I don‚Äôt know if I really save a lot on clothes but I do get away with only buying 1 pair of sneakers for them
  • Yes, I know it is very sad that I was never blessed with a girl but I am sure God feels differently (this was said to me in the Carters outlet when the twins were 3 months old)
  • At this point it is hard to imagine any of them taking care of me in my old age but I guess I have a 1 in 4 chance
  • Nope, no drama in my house. I must have dreamed the episode this morning when I was told that I am no fun ever! or when the tears started because I said it was time to take a shower
  • Oh I know I will get to have my own ‚Äúdaughters‚ÄĚ when the boys grow up and get married. You know how much women LOVE their mothers-in-law
  • Thank you but I am SOOOOO not managing it or “doing it”, really I am just faking it (wink wink)

Thanks for reading.

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This is what at least one of my boys looks like on any given day

My Clone

Earlier today I was texting with Mrs. rambling away, as much as you can ramble in a text without the textee losing interest, about back to school night and how this is my first year having to see 4 classrooms to see in one night.

I am a control freak when it comes to the kids but even I had to admit defeat with getting myself to 4 classrooms in an hour and was forced to enlist the husband to come along tonight.  This is husband’s first back to school night and he has no idea what he is in for.

In years past,  I have tried to describe the classroom packed with parents and grandparents and kids (god forbid we leave some of our extended family home) all vying for a minute alone with the teacher to discuss little Johnny’s snack or Mary’s broken pencil box.

Anyway, Jeter was sympathizing and mentioned parent/teacher conferences before getting back to our discussion on how I was over George Clooney when all of the sudden it hit me

Holy Crap! Parent/ teacher conference sign-ups are tonight! Crap! How the hell am I going to manage FOUR conferences this year???????!!!!!

In years past it was just the twins’ conferences I had to deal with and their teachers worked with me to schedule back-to-back conferences. This year is a whole new ballgame. The teachers are still getting to know me and don’t fully appreciate how witty and lovable I am (wink wink).

I may have texted a UGH or GRRRR to Jeter prompting her to reply that I needed a clone before moving on to another topic.

Later I was drafting an oh-so-important letter for work when my mind started to drift and before long I was dreaming about my clone.

What would she look like? What could she do for me? Would she have my same name something more hip?

While most people would prefer to have their clone look exactly like them, hence the reason for actually having a clone, I have decided that my clone to be a better version of myself.

Please join me in meeting and greeting my clone Nik. I hope you love her as much as I do.

Nik will be 5 inches taller AND 10 pounds thinner making her roughly a size 6 which is PERFECTION. In addition, her weight will always stay the same so she will NEVER EVER be forced to have a latte with skim milk or feel shamed for eating pretzels with the lame sandwich she brought for lunch.

She’ll have curly hair, however, her curls will be the perfect combination of volume and bounce that are never frizzy. Her roots never show and she will not have to worry about plucking random grey hairs in the bathroom at work or before an important event where other moms will be present.

Those permanent dark circles under Nik‚Äôs eyes, the ‚Äúhereditary‚ÄĚ ones‚Ķadios! And so long adult acne! ¬†Damn, Nik will save a fortune not having to buy concealer.

Nik’s a size 6 so getting dressed is a piece of cake. Heck she can’t wait to get dressed because she will look good in everything she owns.

There will be no sense of panic when trying on shorts from last summer or jeans that haven’t been worn since she went to On the Border and took full advantage of the unlimited chips and salsa even after eating a handful of peanut M&Ms at work earlier in the day.

Her clothes will be classic and of a higher quality of what I normally wear. For example, Nik will not  wear Old Navy boyfriend jeans that don’t cuff quite the same as the Level 99 boyfriend jeans worn by super cool fashion bloggers or the hip moms that live in the next town over.

Nik’s patent leather shoes will not be scuffed and the heels on her pumps won’t be damaged from getting caught in the sidewalk while racing into work.

The minivan will be dent and scratch free because Nik is an expert at parallel parking and can back into a parking space like a pro.

Anytime Nik opens her wallet there will be cash ‚Äď no more ATM fees ‚Äď and the chip on her debit card will always work in the new check-out machines at Target.

Nik will be an expert and organization and planning and will never have to worry about missing homework, tests to be signed or field trip permission slips. Her credit card payments will never be late and her teeny, tiny box of a house will always look neat and organized.

She  will have one of those personalities that people are drawn to so she will never have to worry about not being included by a group of women at her kids’ sporting event, PTO meeting or department breakfast at work.  People will not look over her when she is speaking or have their eyes glaze over when she is sharing a weekend anecdote.

Nik will always have something clever to say and will never get that spaced out look on her face when colleagues are discussing topics that are way above her pay grade.

She will be assertive but in a good way so the Child Study Team (regular or ‚Äúsummer‚ÄĚ) will not make crap up or talk down to her about a ‚Äúrule‚ÄĚ that didn‚Äôt exist until that very meeting.

The boys’ teachers will welcome her emails and thank her for being an involved parent and not respond with tone because she dared to ask what the hell a math fact was and (gasp!) how a third grader can become fluent in math factese.

Nik will always make healthy meals that the boys LOVE and will have the family’s weekly meals planned out on Sunday mornings before getting all 4 boys to church at 10am with a smile.

Nik will have the gift of patience and strength to help her get through those god damn reading logs,  f’d up common core math homework sheets, IEPs, autism challenges, behavior issues and sibling bickering because one brother sat too close to another on the big couch or took the last charger for their iPod.

Lastly, Nik will not yell all the time like when she needs to explain to the 9yo that,  yes a shower is necessary after football practice in the rain or when the 5yo ignores the 10 times his name was called because he is watching a Teen Titans rerun on On Demand.

God I LOVE Nik, don’t you?? I just sent her to Starbucks to grab me a Pumpkin Spice Latte, I hope she brings home a biscotti too.  J

Belated birthday thoughts

As some of you know, I went to college at the University of Delaware WAY back in the early 1990s (gasp!!). I started off my college career as a very shy, homesick ¬†girl with HUGE “jersey” hair in a “triple” (3 girls crammed into a dorm room made for 2) on the first floor of the Russell A dorm.

While I can not remember the names of all the 40+ kids that lived on that floor in the fall of 1990, I can actually remember a few.

There were my neighbors, Paul and Dan who were a little OCD with Taco Bell.  Julie and Dawn who lived down the hall, the annoying sorority girls who lived across from me and this tall, lanky kid from NY named Jeff.

Whereas I tended to hide in my room, Jeff was a fixture in the hallways talking to everyone and anyone. He was sarcastic and loved to do this joke about Jim Henson and Kermit the Frog.

Over the years I would see Jeff on campus and we would chat. He was a writer for Delaware’s newspaper The Review and by senior year he was the editor.

After college we exchanged some letters (yes, we had to write letters and mail them with a stamp) before losing touch.

Life went on, I got married, had some kids and then came Facebook.

Voila there was Jeff after all these years.

Jeff Pearlman was now a “famous” author AND writer for Sports Illustrated. He was married to a¬†woman he completely adored and had 2 beautiful kids.

Over the years, we¬†exchanged¬†messages and I¬†read Jeff’s posts and blogs on Facebook. While I¬†couldn’t always relate to the political or¬†sports-related ones I could always relate to¬†his blogs on¬†family and kids.

This past April, Jeff did a blog in honor of his 41st birthday here. He reminisced about celebrating his 21st birthday 20 years earlier at the Stone Balloon in Newark, DE.

After reading it I was instantly transported to my own 21st birthday also spent at the Stone Balloon.

May 20, 1993 was the series finale of the beloved NBC sitcom Cheers and I remember cramming in the Cristina Towers lounge with friends watching the finale and saying farewell to Sam, Norm, Cliff, Woody and Carla.

Afterwards, my roommate and walked to the Stone Balloon and took our place in line with some friends. I was holding my ID tight anxiously waiting my turn to get inside.

When we walked in, I felt disappointed or let down. The inside of the famed Balloon looked like the basement of a fraternity house not the mecca I had heard about for years on campus.

It was hot and dimly lit packed with co-eds drinking beer. The music was blasting and I happily downed any shot given to me.  Finally I was 21!!

Funny, I can’t remember what I wore yesterday but somehow I can remember a drunken night¬†20 years ago.

That YOUNG, drunk girl had no idea that 20 years later she would be a mom to 4 boys living in suburbia and driving a mini-van.

Young Me had no clue about “life.”¬†That it a mixture¬†of joy/sadness/humor and strength.

The good eventually¬†outweighs the bad and¬†everything¬†happens for a reason – even if that reason isn’t always clear.

I won’t lie, there are times I wish I could go back in time and be that young, na√Įve¬†21yo again –¬†except with the knowledge I have now.

I would tell her to loosen up, follow your dreams, never give up and most importantly be happy.

Stop comparing yourself to others, appreciate your true friends and family and all the little things in life. And know that you are not as bad as you think you are (lol).

Thank you Jeff for this little trip down memory lane and for allowing me the use of your blog.

Thanks for reading, enjoy your Tuesday.

Life goes on

Hi everyone. Sorry I went MIA again Рmaybe that should be my new blog name (lol). After the horrific events in Boston, it felt almost disrespectful to blog about the everyday nonsense and drama in my life.

I remember being really young and my neighbor telling me to ask my mom where she was when Kennedy was shot.

I had no idea what my little friend was talking about, who the heck was “Kennedy” and why were they shot??

I did eventually ask my mom, although I can’t remember what her answer was. I asked her how she was able to remember something that happened so long ago and she said it was a life changing event, something you always remember.

Oh, ok I thought to myself before I went back to play. “Life changing” at the age of 5 is losing your favorite toy little did I know.

In the years since I have experienced a lot of life changing events and I can remember where I was for all of them.

The space shuttle Challenger explosion,  Oklahoma City bombings, Columbine, the first World Trade Center bombing, 9/11, Newtown and now Boston.

It’s sad that we as a nation and world have experienced so many horrific events in a lifetime.¬†Sadly, we will more than likely¬†add¬†more to¬†our memories over time.

Personally, I can’t let myself dwell too much on all the media coverage. Yes, I follow current events and like to know what is going on in the world, but if I devote all my waking hours to¬†the 24/7 coverage, quite frankly, I would never leave my house or let my kids out of my sight.

I caught myself the other day, reading several articles on the young, 8yo victim in Boston. My heart broke for his family. His mom and sister both suffered serious injuries and his family is left trying to make sense of it all while trying to get through the next hours and days.

I felt myself getting into a mood and had to force myself to put the Iphone¬†down and do something else. I don’t remember if it was refereeing an argument with¬†the twins or helping my 3yo put on his cape.

Whatever it was, it made me realize that my kids have no idea of the troubled world we live in. Yes, they know there are “bad” people out there that do “bad” things but that’s it.

To them, not getting a toy on a Target run, their beloved Lego creation being smashed by a sibling or their pet Bella going to live with the angels in Heaven is as bad as it gets.

I envy them. They are innocent, happy and good at heart. They need to enjoy life and experience all it has to offer.

For them and for us, life goes on even after tragedy. I keep reading on all the media and social media sites how America and Americans will persevere because we are good and good always trumps evil.

It’s true. Look at all we have gone through and we always come out stronger as a nation and community.

Today my 3yo’s¬†daycare was holding a prom for the students. Parents were encouraged to dress their little ones in their “Sunday Best” and the kids would be treated to music, snacks and LOTS of dancing.

L looked pretty darn handsome when he left for Prom today. His smile was huge and he was so proud when I told him how cute he looked.

Life goes on.

My Little Prom King

My Little Prom King

Do over

imagesThe other day I was lying around with my new bff (my heating pad), nursing my herniated disk (and 3 pinched nerves), feeling slightly loopy on my pain meds when I got a text from Mrs. Jeter.

Jeter¬†had been fairly¬†quiet on this particular day, and I found it a little odd. However, I was pretty engrossed in my drama, having just endured an EMG¬†test ¬†(NOT FUN but doctor was sooooooo handsome) and dealing with some pain issues, that I didn’t really pay that much attention to her quietness until I read the text

Dude, you forgot today’s my bday! I am at bingo tho.

Holy F!!! I forgot Jeter’s¬†bday. Crap, was today the 26th???? God damn it, I can’t keep track of the days anymore. OMG I SUCK!!!! immediately popped into my head.

How the hell did i¬†manage to forget my best friend’s bday?????? How do you even respond to a text like that? Do you pretend you didn’t forget? Do you try to come up with some witty response? Or do you just suck it up and admit that you are a horrible friend?

I came up with the following response F I had the dates confused. I’m sorry – I SUCK so bad. I’m soooooooo sorry!! Let’s pretend it’s 7am….happy birthday to my soul mate!!

Luckily Mrs. Jeter forgave me and we have been able to put this behind us but I still feel terrible.

Then it hit me, wouldn’t it be great if we could all have a “DO OVER” button for situations like this? I know we are supposed¬†to learn from life and its’ experiences¬†yada¬†yada¬†yada, but seriously, a “DO OVER” button would really be useful in small, non-life changing situations.

I am not ashamed to say that I am not perfect (shocking right?) and that I have made¬†a few mistakes lately. That being said, I think the “DO OVER” button would have come in handy for the following:

1) Forgetting Mrs. Jeter’s birthday

2) Not paying attention to the hundreds of papers and worksheets that the twins bring home from school, thereby throwing away the tooth brushing chart that was due back at school today. In my defense, was this really necessary? It’s kindergarten not dental school.

3) Thinking I was She-Ra: Princess of Power (remember He-Man from the 80s?) and using 18lb kettle bells when I was SO not ready

4) Not going to see a back specialist over Christmas when I had excruciating sciatic pain because I figured it would go away magically

5) Putting an end to my drama over the summer instead of carrying it into the new year

6) Thinking it was ok to drink like a fish and eat cake for 2 weeks before Christmas thus gaining back the 5lbs I had lost

7) Not majoring in education or nursing in college – wtf was I thinking with a Communication degree?????

8) Instead of crying about being home sick the first semester of college, I should have partied my ass off and

9) Stupidly reaching out to certain people to help in a stressful situation.

So friends out there in the great blogosphere, is there anything¬†you would like a “DO OVER” button for?

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