Wow. It's been a while. The previous post makes me giggle because of the epic FAIL that occurred after. Hahaha. Well...there's always a fresh start. And I've missed blogging. So here we go...
Updates: My boys are old now. The boy is almost 7 and Baby Z is 3. I tell them all the time to stop growing up. The boy just looks at me and smiles. Baby Z says to me, and I quote, "No. I won't stop growing up Mommy. I just can't stop it." FINE! I tell him. BE THAT WAY! :) And then I stomp into a corner and cry myself to sleep.
I turned 36 about 3 weeks ago. It occurred to me that I am now one checkbox closer to the end. 20-25, 26-30, 31-35...I'm now in that 36-40 check here category. Ugh. No thank you. I still feel like I'm 25 for goodness sakes. How am I on the downward slope to 40? The age that just a few short years ago felt like ancient of days to me. The age my parents were when I was in high school. Remember how old your parents felt when you were in high school? And now that's me. Only my kids are in 1st grade and preschool. So I've realized that by the time they're in high school I'm going to be the age my parents were when my sister started having kids. Did I start late? Or did they start when they were still children? Yikes. Getting older isn't terrible...but it is...interesting? Intriguing? Full of wonder? An abyss of where did that mole come from and why is standing up so much harder than it used to be? There are no words or explanations. It is what it is. And what that is no one knows. All we know is that with each passing year we become more like our parents and find ourselves melting into sentimental saps. 36. It's an age. If you need me I'll be at Walmart picking up some Dr. Scholl's and some reading glasses.
In other news...
It's fall. And fall is my favorite time of year. Pumpkin everything...lattes, cakes, breads, cookies, donuts...I love it all. The weather has cooled. There is freshness in the air. And the kids can finally go outside again. Vegas tends to have that awesome, there's a blow dryer on high pointed at my face feeling well into September. So we hibernate all summer as much as we can. We run from AC to AC with anger in our hearts and sweat on our every parts. But the fall ends all of that. The anger turns to happiness. And the sweat turns to fat...from all the pumpkin goodies. It makes my soul glad. Speaking of souls. My husband ran into the store tonight with Baby Z in tow. The boy and I hung in the car and blasted music and talked nonsense...but sometimes all that nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings (name that movie)....anyway. We were sitting there and a song came on that the boy was NOT into. He looked at me and said, it hurts my soul. Wow. Dramatic much? Act like your mommy much? Oops. Us Withey's have a flare for the dramatic.
B-T-DUBS...I leave for Vermont in two days. Now that delights my soul.
Happy fall everyone.