Valentines Day and Dirty Bathrooms

WHAT A WEEK! I have been wanting to post ALL week and it has been a whirlwind. I can tend to be a perfectionist so I have been "editing" a certain post but it's just not jiving so I'm just gonna write tonight and see where it takes me...YIKES...this could be scary!

First, today is Valentines Day and I realize Valentines Day really has a love or hate relationship with most people. Valentines Day has not really been a big deal to me growing up. It's nice but maybe just too commercialized. You hear most of the single people complain of Valentines Day and yes, I tend to feel bad for them but really we all have a valentine in our life. Whoever means a lot to us can be our valentine.

Anyway, what I really wanted to say about Valentines Day is that was I haven't really been on a date with my hubby in over a year. We were long overdue. So tonight we left the house for 1 hour and went to Starbucks, thanks on behalf of my mommy...

and it was sooooo fun! It was so short, so sweet, so simple, and I THOROUGHLY enjoyed myself. Whenever we spend time together without being parents, I am reminded again how much I love that man!!! God showed me mercy big time with him.

 Rolling on with the Valentine theme...I caught myself last night beginning to complain about all the valentine stuff. This year it has been hard work to make sure we have all the cards written out for each classmate, enough candy for all, love notes written for the family, going to the valentine appointments, which really I only had to go to one party this week. However, it just seemed like ALOT!

So in the midst of my complaining, I realized how STUPID it was to complain.

 I wanted children. I got them. I wanted to stay home with them, I get to. I want to be involved with their school functions, I can and I am! I have NO excuse to complain...

 I repented...immediatly. Thank you Lord for your mercy!

But I am THANKFUL most of this week is behind me because the bathrooms have been neglected and they need some attention....

but now that I think about it...they can wait till next week! Tomorrows friday...not feeling like its a bathroom cleaning day. So if you come over and you have to use my bathroom, I will at least make sure there is enough toilet paper in there for you.

Oh Yeah, just so my mom doesn't strangle me...here is what she really looks like. :)

She really should be a model!

Till Next Time!

3 bowls of cereal...and LOVE

Disclaimer: This post was written weeks ago. :)

I'm titling my post 3 bowls of cereal because it is 9:30 on a friday night, the kids are in bed, and I'm snuggled on my favorite recliner chair eating (you guessed it) my 3rd bowl of cereal. Ok, by the time I'm writing this sentence, I'm actually on my 4th. Cut me a little slack, I'm eating out of a SMALL cereal bowl..the kind you take along when you go camping. I'm sure you are at the edge of your seat wanting to know what kind of cereal I am partaking. Plain old boring cheerios. No honey, no sugar, just me, cheerios and a little milk.

I grew up on cereal. Not for any reason other than we enjoyed cereal. We ate it for breakfast, ate it for a late night snack, we ate it when nothing else sounded good, we ate it because we had nothing worthwhile in the refrigerator. Well, I am still carrying those habits and thanks to grocery stores like Winco that sell cereal for half the cost than other stores, it is now affordable. I'm not sure why I was inspired to share my enjoyment of cereal with you..ALTHOUGH,

it does remind me of the role it played in "snatching" my husband....
It was a youth night and Donnie (now my hubby) was acting like a jerk towards me.

ok...maybe a bad choice of pictures...he does look more like an axe murderer right here, but you get the point, I felt like he was treating ME...

innocent ME

 like a jerk. (Never mind that it was because of how I was treating him) Anyways, it was about 10:30 at night and I was stewing at home because of the way he treated me that night. He was moving back home (to Indiana) in a few days and I knew I had to make a move before it was too  late. So I called him on his cell and asked if he would come over for some CEREAL and talk. He agreed and WHA LA...11 years and 3 children later...

we still got it going on...oh, and I'm STILL eating cereal late at night.

WOW, it is amazing how I just intended to write about "cereal" and now I'm writing about the beginning of my relationship with my husband. So I guess I will say

CHEERS to CHEERIOS!

You've met the needs of my hungry tummy many times and most importantly, you were there for me on the night I stopped playing hard to get and "snatched" my husband.

Till Next Time! :)