Slacker : /

Yep, I’m a slacker. I have grand ideas and urge myself to follow through with them hoping and praying that this time will be different and I’ll actually stick to it. Rarely does it happen. Although, in my defense, the last couple of days have been pretty insane. We are now the proud new owners of a sectional! Which will be amazing until we have to move that beast. I’m deciding to live in the present and be thankful for good friends that also own pick-up trucks. Little Miss Finley also got her ears pierced! She’s been saying she’s wanted to since the end of Bry’s last deployment but hasn’t gotten up the actual courage to do it until today. I was sweating like a maniac the whole time. Apparently my nerves and anxiety escape through my sweat glands. Gross, I know. So it was an experience, let me tell you. Shots for a child are different. You sit there and you say, this is good for her…this will keep her from getting sick…this is what good parents do. What the hell do you tell yourself while your kid is being pierced through the ear with a piercing gun? She asked for it? She’ll be so pretty? She’ll love being able to wear different kinds of earrings? No. You tell yourself, I’m about to shell out fifty bucks so my kid can not be that strange tween without pierced ears. That’s what you say in your head. But it’s over and done now. She has beautiful blue flower earrings in her ears and hopefully she’ll be one of the lucky ones and never have to do that again. Please hope that I remember to clean her earrings 80 times a day. Ok, it’s just 3 but it feels like a huge task for me.I’m sure I’ll get into the habit soon enough. Quick story before I go watch The Biggest Loser with the hubby and eat junk food (terrible, I know, but for some odd reason all we want is chocolate and crap while watching these dedicated people work the pounds away). Anyway, my friend and I went out to lunch the other day. We both have 2 kids about the same ages and the husbands were watching them at home. We sat down at the table and had NO FREAKING CLUE what to do with ourselves. I asked her if she wanted me to start throwing shit in the floor and screaming for no reason so we’d feel more comfortable. I ended up making a paper airplane with my place mat while we waited for our food. Eventually it wasn’t so awkward but this was one of the first times in our two years of friendship that we had ever eaten a meal without four kids in tow. It’s a hopeless wonderful feeling to not know what to do with yourself when you’re in a situation most people are placed in every few days. We literally sat there saying what our kids would have been doing had they been with us. Our lives are consumed by our children and we both made mental notes that day to get the hell away from the kids every once in a while so that we don’t feel like captives being released into the world every time we do anything alone.