It is so wrong that today is June 1st and yet I still have to send Caroline off to school for four more days. Someone please put this school year out of its misery. I’m especially bitter today because we stayed at the pool until 8:00 on Saturday night, came home and put Caroline to bed, and had to WAKE HER UP at 8:20 a.m. Sunday morning so we wouldn’t be late for church.
If not for the fact that we had to worry about last night being a school night, we would have been well on our way to establishing the perfect summer schedule.
But enough about my problems.
Let’s talk more about me.
Over a month ago, I wrote a post and mentioned that y’all could ask me questions in the comments. Then I spent the weekend in New Orleans and then I took a week off the blog and then I just completely forgot all about it until a few people emailed me and asked if I was ever going to answer those questions.
Truth be told, I didn’t remember that there were so many of them. I’ll answer a few today until I see something shiny and get distracted. Then if I remember, I’ll answer some more in the next few weeks.
Okay, the most frequently asked question was:
“Okay,my question is this. I wonder why you tell us your name and your daughter’s name but all we get with the hubby is a capital ‘P’. Is he a secret service outdoorsman?”
Yes. He is a secret service outdoorsman. Our secret is out.
“Do you and P plan on having more children (naturally or by adoption)? Has Caroline ever asked for a brother or sister, or does she like to have the whole spotlight to herself?”
This is a complicated answer filled with many layers like an onion or a parfait. The short answer is we don’t know. We are a happy little family of three and life is easy with a five and a half year old. She can make her own sandwiches for crying out loud. It’s just a matter of time before she’s doing the laundry to earn her keep. Why would we want to start over with a newborn that will require a significant portion of our income to be spent on diapers for the next three years?
Because of the chubby legs and the cheeks and the way they smell. And the onesies. That’s why.
So my official answer is it’s not necessarily in the plan but I’m good with whatever God has for us, however that may look. His plans always end up being better than mine.
(I don’t want to leave the impression that it’s a fertility issue because P could pretty much wink at me across the room and I’d get pregnant. At least that’s how it worked six years ago)
As for Caroline, yes she asks for a SISTER. And YES, she likes to have the whole spotlight to herself.
How do you eat all the junk you eat and stay thin? Do you work out tons? Eat sensible foods that you don’t blog about? Or is the love of guacamole and corn dogs just a clever facade to make us identify with you more?
I would never kid about my love of guacamole and corn dogs. I’ve always had a beautiful, meaningful relationship with both of those items.
Truthfully (and don’t hate me) I’ve been blessed with a pretty dang good metabolism, although it is with deep regret that I inform you it is starting to let me down as I venture later and later into my thirties. However, I do watch what I eat and eat junk food in moderation. Well, except for when I have PMS and there isn’t a piece of chocolate or a bag of Doritos that is safe for at least five counties.
As for exercise, we have a love/hate relationship. I love the way it makes me feel, but I hate doing it. There are people who talk about a runner’s high or whatever. Yeah, I don’t get those people. Which probably explains why the “30 Day Shred” has turned into the “52 Day Shred” and I feel like I’m going to throw up every time I hear Jillian Michaels say, “Are you ready?”
Because NO I AM NOT READY. I will never be ready.
Unless we’re talking about chips and queso because then I am always ready.
I feel bad for people who don’t watch “Lost” in a weird sort of way because it’s probably the best TV show ever written in the history of mankind. So would you just consider renting the first season and watching if for me?
No, but thanks for asking.
I’m sure it’s a lovely show but I prefer my television shows to be realistic. For example, finding the love of your life among twenty-five contestants during a six-week journey through various hot tubs, helicopter rides, and private concerts by Martina McBride.
How hard or easy was the decision to leave the outside work place and be a stay at home mom?
I spent ten years carting around Olive Garden to doctors’ offices in the rain, snow, sleet and hail (not really on the snow and sleet) only to listen to complaints about how I forgot to bring enough Diet Dr. Pepper for everyone. I sat in countless boring meetings where everyone seemed to be excited about lipoproteins and blah, blah, blah except for me. I lost hours of my life I’ll never get back attempting to fax sheets filled with scotch-taped receipts that did not care to be wedged through a fax machine and rebelled by becoming completely indecipherable to the accounting powers that held my reimbursement fate in their hands.
It was not a hard decision to leave.
Except for the nice salary, sweet insurance and free car.
Free gasoline? I think I miss you most of all.
In all seriousness, it was a decision that was one of the hardest of my life because it was a step of faith to walk away. We had no idea what the future would hold but we knew it was the right time for me to leave.
As for being a stay at home mom, I think we all know that I’m just in it for the glamour and the opportunity to clean my own toilets.