Since I don't blog regularly, I have a bunch of random thoughts running around in my head. These are the top two at the moment.
Random Event
Drew got hit with a baseball bat last night. A good ol' swing right to the gut. Me, being the caring wife that I am, basically told him to buck up and rolled my eyes quite a bit. He was still in a lot of pain today so he made himself a doctors appointment. I asked him what the doctors at the clinic were going to do because they only know how to write prescriptions. Needless to say they were a little worried about his kidneys so they sent him over to the hospital for a cat scan. Thankfully nothing was seriously wrong; just swollen and bruised insides. Enough to get him out of Saturday cleaning (DARN)!
Random Thought
Last weekend Taylor played baseball in Las Vegas. We left the other 3 kids home. Ooohh sweetness! Those were the best 3 days I've had in a long time! And the sad part is that I enjoyed myself so much because my three youngest were home. Does that make me a bad mom? Don't get me wrong. I love my kids, but here's how my days went...
Roll out of bed when Taylor and Drew left for the ball park....Get me, and ONLY ME ready for the day....Casually make my way to the game, stopping at Dunkin' Donuts for breakfast....Carry ONE CHAIR into the ball park, finding a perfect spot to watch the games....Watch the games without passing out all my money to bored children for snacks and worrying that they will get lost or kidnapped.....Go back to the hotel and freshen up for dinner.....Eat a relaxing dinner...Give Taylor money to go hang out with friends.....I am ALONE...Go to a movie on a whim (1 ticket please!!)....Gamble while Taylor sleeps....You get the picture. I got a glimps of what my life will be like when my children are gone and it excites me. Then I feel guilty for being excited. I am reminded of last weeks Modern Family episode (If you don't watch it, shame on you!). Cam and Mitchell have dropped in for a visit at the Dunfeys house. Everything seems to be going wrong and they ask if they've come at a bad time. Claire (aka Courtney) screams out "Come back in 7 years and 5 months when they're gone!) I often find myself thinkig this. So again I pose the question, Am I a bad mother, or do I just need more Vegas getaways?
