M.I.A.

I know ...

I know ...

I know!!!

I have been totally neglecting all of you.  I do not mean to.  I really don't.  I try to blog ... I really try to make time to get to the computer and post something.

After all ... there ARE 24 WHOLE hours in a day.  I have plenty of time between 10 pm and 6 am to post something.

I apologize.

But truth be told ... my mind has been 100 places ... and my body has been to at least 75 of those places.

Clint and I have our plates full.

Between Eythen's baseball practice twice a week ... which Clint coaches, Eythen's soccer practice and soccer games twice a week ... which Clint coaches, Breeanna's private dance lesson on Tuesday, Breeanna's hip hop class on Wednesday, Breeanna's tap and ballet class on Thursday, Breeanna's dance competition class that is also meeting on Friday, Clint's kickball games on Friday, Harleigh's private dance lessons on Tuesday ... and then an hour later she goes back to the dance studio for a tap and ballet class ... I am on overload.  Don't forget the Honor Choir concerts, dance competitions, PTO meetings, meetings for the school carnival that I am helping put together again this year, Clint being on the Youth Football board, birthday parties, volunteering at the kids schools, dentist appointments, having lunch with my kiddos at school once a month and the panic attacks that I seem to squeeze in at the worst possible times (that is another story for a whole different time) ... we are going nonstop from the moment our feet hit the floor every morning.

And to top it off ... I don't work.  So why in the world can I not find an hour here or there to blog???

Well ...

Do you know the answer???

Because I sure the hell can not figure it out.

On the flipside ... some people exercise when they get stressed out ... some eat ... some drink.

Me ... when anxiety starts to take up every inch of my being ... I clean.

And let's just say ... my house is so clean you could eat off my floors.  Well ... ok ... you may not wanna do that.  Who knows what the hell our bitchy cat does on those floors when no one is looking.  I am certain she pees on them on purpose right after I mop them just to prove a point.

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A Saturday off ...

This is the FIRST Saturday ...

Since the SECOND weekend in SEPTEMBER ...

That I do not have to drive to my son's football game and sit on hard bleachers.

That I do not have to drive to my daughter's gymnastic meet and sit on hard bleachers.

That I do not have to drive to my daughter's volleyball game and sit on hard bleachers.

That I do not have to drive to my daughter's traveling basketball tournaments and sit on hard bleachers.

That I do not have to drive to my daughter's dance competition and sit in comfy seats for the entire day.

That I do not have to drive to my son's rec basketball game and sit on hard bleachers. (Ok ... so this drive is all of 2 minutes ... but the bleachers still suck.)

That I do not have to drive to my daughter's rec basketball game and sit on hard bleachers.  (Yeah yeah yeah ... 2 minute drive on this one as well ... but steel bleachers kill my ass hiney.)

Yep ... I have THREE WHOLE SATURDAYS with NO WHERE to be ...

That is until soccer season starts in three weeks and then two weeks after that baseball season starts and one week after that we have a dance competition.

BUT ...

For the next THREE Saturdays I have informed the children NOT to wake up their Mommy unless the house is on fire.  Then ... and ONLY THEN ... are they allowed to open my door and wake me up.

In three Saturdays I will go back to the early Saturday mornings ... being my child's biggest cheerleader.  I will be the gatorade holder.  I will be the uniform washer.  I will be the cut knee mender.  I will be the parent rushing the field out of pure excitement when my son scores a goal.  I will be the parent standing up screaming my daughters names as they walk off the stage after they just danced their heart out.  I will be the parent jumping up and down when my son hits a home run.

I will be the proudest parent in 3 weeks.

But for now ... I am sleeping in.

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Is it November yet ...

Ok ... I need to have a little pitty party for myself.  And since I do not have a bottle of wine to drown my sorrows in ... I am just gonna have to tell the whole internet world about my problems.

So settle in people ...

It is gonna be a long and bumpy ride.

At the begining of every school year Clint and I promise one another that we are not gonna bite off more than we can chew with the kids activities.  Every year we promise it ... but ... every year we some how convince ourselves that it is ok to add on one thing here or there.

Every darn year.

This year ...

I am pretty sure we are in way over our heads ...

Literally.

Which ... is why I can NOT WAIT for October to be over.  October means I get to take a few activites off my list and toss them in the "My children better look back and realize how much their Dad and I have done for them and truely appreciate it" pile.  That pile is right next to the "My kids have no idea how truely lucky they are to have a Mom like me" and to the left of "I would be a millionare if I did not have to pay for all of this crap" pile.

October has been one thing after another in the Moore household.  It started of with a "normal busy" ... then slowly progressed into a "I can't catch my breath I need to slow down abit" busy ... and is ending in a "hold on tight because this mother f***er is about to derail" busy.

We always say we are not gonna take so much on ... but where do you draw the line?  We want our kids to have all the opportunites that we can possibly give them.  We do not ever want them to look back and say "I wish I could have tried ...".  We want them to thrive and be the best at the activites that they truely love.  So where do we draw the line?  When does a parent say "No ... you are already doing to much"?  There is a really fine line ... and it is really hard to see when you are trying so hard to do everything possible for your kids.  I would give up my wine, pajama pants and hoodie sweatshirts ... if it meant that they could have the option of trying out another activiety in life ... that they might possibly be absolutely amazing at.

Clint and I already on the go nonstop as it is ... but we do it for our kids.  We keep the keys in the car every night ... take turns going to and from ... and let out a huge *sigh* at the end of every night as we colapse on the couch next to each other.  We do it ... because we want the best for our kids.  And truth be told ... come next year ... when kids are signing up for all these activities ... Clint and I will smile and one another ... and answer the kids with a "Sure you can do that".

With out the hussle and bussle in our household ... we would be lost honestly.

But that is not the only thing driving this Momma insane.  Oh no!  Did you really think you all were gonna get off that easy?  Really?

But ... I do not have time to complain anymore ... because Harleigh needs picked up from basketball practice.  Then 30 minutes later Breeanna needs picked up from dance class.

Is it November yet???

*sigh*

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