Holy Summer Vacation, Batman!

This will be short… and I apologize.  If I have more free time later, I will be back to add more.

And, so that you all know, I will not be updating diaryland in order for readers FROM d’land to get an update about my posts.  I did it at first so that my d’land friends could find me, AND in case I didn’t LIKE wordpress (which I do), however, it’s been close to a year and it’s time to let go of diaryland (*sniff*), well, at least for updating wordpress.  I’m sorry if it is an inconvenience, but to be honest… it’s not easy keeping two diaries going (even if I’m only writing here… oh, and at politicsreligion).  Speaking of… I haven’t updated THERE in a while.  (I guess that’s where I’ll be updating later…)

Needless to say, I took yesterday off from being the “host” mom because, well, to be honest, I’m done going to the store… tired of buying food and soda/juice, and want some ME time (yes, I’m selfish).  Last night, before he went to bed, #1 son asked (not told this time) me if he could have a friend over.  I relented and said yes.  I’m a pushover when I’m tired.  SOMETIMES…

So, we’re not sure if the boy is coming over… and will probably be here when I return with #3 son, who, btw, is graduating PRESCHOOL tonight (*sniffsniff*).  I’m really not up for teenagers running rampant in my house (yard, basement, etc).  I’m truly tired… and my allergies SUCK!  I’m taking a pill and a nasal spray now and at the moment, my throat AND eyes hurt.  Bugger!

I called my friend last night and said, “Get your jammies off and your WALKIN’ pants on… we’re gonna go walk.”

It was 8:03pm.  She goes to bed at 9pm.  She said, “I’m already watching tv in my pjgs… [insert whining] I am tired… ” followed by 5 minutes of excuses.  SHE is getting married soon and we both decided to take a step and try to lose weight (again).  The last time we did this, she lost 45 lbs and I lost 53.  Since we stopped, we both gained it all back.  Phooey!

I should’ve walked last night by myself, but it gets boring when you do it alone.  I wanted her to go with me because she made me promise her that I would push her to go out walking.  I pushed and she whimpered.  Damn friends.  No one can walk with me without wanting to drag along their tribes.

IF I wanted to walk with CHILDREN (we’re talking under the age of 7), then I’d drag #3 son along for a walk.  HOWEVER, when I walk with him, it’s like trying to corrale a herd of hyper elephants on the move.  He’s there and here and there and talking and pointing and on someone’s lawn touching plants.  It’s more like I’m playing an action game than walking.  When I finish, I get all pissy because I didn’t get far… maybe a block or two… before #3 son says, “Otay, I’m tired.  I wanna doe home.”

*sighs*

I’d walk with my older boys, but #1 (who is 17 and in shape) mocks me.  He thinks it motivates me, but all I want to do is punch him in the arm.  #2 is not interested in walking unless it gets him someone.  He will whine about being sweaty.  He will want to stop and take a break.  He will take his iPod and play games on it while we’re walking.  I love them, but there’s no way I’m walking with them again.

My husband and I, when we were first married, used to walk DAILY after dinner.  We’d put #1 in his stroller and walk around our development, up and down hills.  When we had #2 son, it wasn’t as easy (we didn’t have a two-fer stroller, so #1 son liked to wander away often).  So, we stopped.

When we moved here, we walked at first, but that became more of a chore.

Now, we drive and think about walking.

Sunday, on Father’s Day, we’re going to take our bikes to the big park with the walking path and ride.  All of us.  It was my idea (which beats my husband’s “Don’t do or give me ANYTHING” suggestion).

Like we’re not going to GIVE him anything… sheesh!  That’d be like PAYBACK for missing my ANNIVERSARY this year (no card, no flowers, no gift).  I’m not falling into THAT trap.  Not me.

Anyway, I have to run and get the boy before the rest of the boys clammer into my house, smell the cat poopies and drop dead (he’s got some wicked stinky poos… *gak!*)… and eat what’s LEFT of the food in my house.

Til later… toodles noodles!