Debbie Downer ain't got nothin' on Tara the Terror...Let's see where do I begin? This is a true venting session, so I will begin with my husband...
1. Wesley. Oh Wesley. He's such a good man, but (you knew a conjunction was coming) he is completely obsessive. We've watched the first season of Storage Wars at least ten times. No exaggeration. I CANNOT WATCH ANOTHER STORAGE WARS EPISODE!!! I might throw myself off the balcony if I have to hear Dave say yuuuuup one more time. Wesley, it's high time you learned the difference between loyalty and obsessive compulsive disorder. (He does have both, for the record.)
2. I mopped the kitchen floor twice last week. And it needs to be mopped again. Now, you may think, oh gee, Tara, you only have 124 tiles to mop and most people have quadruple that amount. I have just not accepted the reality that I need to clean everyday and get over it, or just lower my standards of cleanliness.
3. Sometimes I really wonder if Heavenly Father is looking down on me laughing, thinking that haha the joke's on her! When I compare my life to others (which you know we're not supposed to do, but we know we all do it from time to time) I really have to look up to the big man in the sky and question, "Is there no justice in this life?" And don't assume that I think I deserve more than others, it's not that, I just wonder if some people ever have to struggle. Remember when Plato said, "Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle"? Well, the world wide web has really made me question whether Plato really knew what he was talking about. All I can do is remind myself of the quote, "I hope your life is as perfect as it seems on Facebook." And let me add, "And on your blog." I mean come on people, get rrrrreal!
4. I pay my child to go to bed and stay in bed. We're high rollers around here. It's almost like money grows on trees. We pay Scarlet 3-5 cents a night if she stays in her bed all night. I am so sick of the nighttime routine. Anyone who has had to share a room with two little ones who wake each other up constantly can feel my pain. And no, I don't have the heart to lock them in their rooms and let them cry it out.....yet.
5. Here's a debate you can help me settle, one of Wesley and I's biggest disagreements right now is when the kids act up during Sacrament meeting at church. He thinks Ivy needs to be taken out every .5 seconds. He's like the Noise Gestapo. Even if the girls calmly whisper to each other, its dagger eyes from Dad. I mean one squeal out of Ivy and he's pacing the halls with her. I say, yes, she is at a difficult age for church, but if we take her out at the drop of a hat, then how will she ever learn to sit reverently? Also, we serve in Nursery so Sacrament is the only spiritual upliftment I get, so I wanna stay and try to listen. Wes gets to go to institute a couple times a week at school, so he already gets more upliftment than me. So, I say if he wants to take the Ivy boob out he can. You might be thinking that oh, well Wes probably wants to be out roaming the halls too. Maybe he can check his phone while he is out there, or chat with some friends. Well, no that would be incorrect. He is out there with Ivy resenting me the entire time, and the fact that I didn't jump up first to take Ivy into the halls. He then comes back into Sacrament meeting after five to ten minutes and practically throws Ivy at me causing a whole scene. So, what do I do? I take Ivy out and resent him! We're definitely stuck in the drama triangle with this one! And of course, everyone around us can see we're fighting! Did I mention we're at church? I can really see how it would be easier to just not go!
Please sisters, let's get back into this blog! I need something other than sugar and TV to look forward too!!!
