Another Monday morning is here. I am tired. Two nights in a row, I have literally fallen asleep on the couch as soon as I sat down to watch television. I shouldn't feel tired. I had about 10 hours of sleep, albeit it interrupted.
Today is the start of my Two Week Walk Challenge. My friend Ann (with whom I went out for dinner on Friday) had mentioned that she would be walking every day for the two weeks that she is vacationing in Florida. I told her that if she did it, I would walk everyday too. Of course, on Day 1 I have two children home sick. But I am accepting no excuses from myself! I will just have to wait until later this afternoon when Kiki is home from school. I can do this! You can follow my progress here.
This week, I must make up my March Break Plan; a plan that has my younger children thrilled and my older girls cringe. Last year, Miss A decided that she was too cool to partake in any of our family activities. She missed out on a lot. I hope she has a different opinion this year. Of course, I may regret that, as she has been yelling SO MUCH these days. Seriously, the child cannot speak without yelling. Being around her is to be stressed out beyond reason. I will have to set down some serious rules about her tone while we are out enjoying our break.
This Saturday is our Girls Bonding Flight!!! I am still terrified. The long term forecast for Saturday is sunny and 3C. That reassures me a bit on the weather front, though things can change. I still have to arrange for someone to watch the boys. I have not told them yet that the girls and I are doing this. I will, but it just hasn't come up. Then again, when do things like this just "come up"?! Oy! I am dreading their reaction. I still have no clue what I was thinking when I thought that this was a good idea. Panic....taking....over....
I had also planned on painting the boys' room this March Break. Now that it is quickly approaching, I'm not sure that painting is a good idea. I would have to clear their room. I tried to buy a bunk bed from kijiji, but I was a little too late - 2nd on the list is not good enough. It seems that used bunk beds are crazy expensive. I am so mad at myself. Last year, the mom of a friend of Miss Hollywood's, phoned and asked if we could use a bunk bed. At the time, I really had nowhere to store it and I didn't think that a bunk bed was appropriate with one of the boys still wetting the bed. Miraculously, he stopped over the Christmas holidays, so I started thinking about how much a bunk bed would help with the lack of space situation in the boys' room. I had thought about making a bunk bed from some plans from Ana White. I just don't think that it is reasonable to think that I will be able to completely redo the bedroom and make a bed, while still having fun excursions with the children on their break. Perhaps, I can get the painting done though. Maybe.
I thought that I needed a place in which to keep in touch with all my peeps so that they don't have to keep sending out search parties for me!
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Monday, 4 March 2013
Friday, 1 March 2013
Oh Hell, What have I done?!?!
Please tell me that this was a good thing to do??!!
March 9th, the Canadian Aviation Museum is offering free flights in a small aircraft to women and girls in honour of Women of Aviation Week. I decided to sign myself and the girls up for a flight.
I. Am. Scared. To. Death.
Like, I'm ridiculously afraid of heights. It's honestly pathetic. I become a shaky, faint mess. Stairs without backs are my nemesis. As are ferris wheels, ladders, and balconies.
At least, I will have my girls there to comfort me and hold my hand. I will just keep telling myself that this will be a lovely bonding experience (not to mention, the girls will not be able to complain that we didn't do anything exciting on the March Break. Though the boys will be ridiculously jealous!).
Pray for us, please.....
March 9th, the Canadian Aviation Museum is offering free flights in a small aircraft to women and girls in honour of Women of Aviation Week. I decided to sign myself and the girls up for a flight.
I. Am. Scared. To. Death.
Like, I'm ridiculously afraid of heights. It's honestly pathetic. I become a shaky, faint mess. Stairs without backs are my nemesis. As are ferris wheels, ladders, and balconies.
At least, I will have my girls there to comfort me and hold my hand. I will just keep telling myself that this will be a lovely bonding experience (not to mention, the girls will not be able to complain that we didn't do anything exciting on the March Break. Though the boys will be ridiculously jealous!).
Pray for us, please.....
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