I don't wanna play today

It's 8:15, I've eaten, had a cup of coffee (another will be had when I am finished with this post), and I don't want to be me today. I want to take a really long shower. I want to "do" my hair. I want to paint my fingernails. And then go buy a pair of shoes. Or a new top. But that isn't me.

That, however, was me 4 years ago. But then I gave birth to my precious daughter. Nora is absolutely the light of my life. She's funny and smart and has a stunning ability to recall past events. She's pretty, too. But there's no fingernail painting when you've got a little one around.

And then came Nigel. Equally the light of my life, he's even more of a handful. If it can be climbed, he'll scale it. If it can overturned or poured on the floor, he'll do that too. And there's that smile. It stops perfect strangers in the grocery store to say 'hi' and smile back.

I've got two fabulous kids, alright. I am thankful every day that they are part of our family. But that doesn't keep me from yearning for the days of makeup and matching clothes and clean cars and candlelight dinners. And try as I might, I have yet to enjoy playing Candyland with a 3-year-old. Or reading The Runaway Orange for the 100th time. So for now, I just have to grin and bear it, and know that someday I'll get to clean myself without hurrying through the steps, for fear of what I'll find when I step out. Or that I'll be able to wear makeup even just to the grocery store.

And I am sure that my husband wouldn't mind it either.

Enh. Not much to write.

I have no divine inspiration, but I really want to start being more consistent with this blogging deal. So I am posting in spite of my lack of inspiration.

The boy is napping, and the girl is running around in shorts and a t-shirt. My teeth chatter just looking at her, but she insists that she isn't cold. She's nearly 4 -- I should trust that she'll add clothes when she feels a chill.

And now the boy is awake again, so I draw this entry to a close. Maybe I'll be back tomorrow.

I don't plan on homeschooling. So there.

I just want to put that out there, and start owning it. So many of my friends Home School, and as wonderful as it is, I am just not equipped for it. We moved to a small town with good public schools, and my kids are going there when it comes time. I know they'd probably get a better edumikation from me. I know that they won't be exposed to untoward influences if they are at home with me. I know all the reasons why I oughta homeschool.

But I don't want to. I want to grocery shop in peace. I want to be able to have coffee with a friend. I want to have a hobby (or 6). Or maybe I'll get a job that pays real money. I want to be able to clean my house with no one bugging me. I want to shower every day.

Of course if one or both of my children do no excell in the public school system for whatever reason, I woudn't hesitate to pull them out. But I hope it doesn't come to that. I really want a life after all these years of Mommydom.