The thing about reading.

I very much remember when the Twilight saga was all anyone could talk about. My sister included: she’d count down the days until the next movie came out and talk annoyingly and constantly about these so called characters “Edward and Jacob” and I would only half listen and roll my eyes to clearly exhibit my lack of interest. Let’s face it: I’m a judge-a-book-by-it’s-cover kinda girl or more so, in this case, a judge-a-story-by-the-brief-description-everyone’s-associating-with-it kinda girl. In this case vampires and werewolves weren’t exactly my cup of tea–so I thought.

For a peculiar reason, of which I’m not exactly sure of myself, I very recently decided to read the books. I borrowed them from my friend Anne and within the time it took me to read the first few pages I decided that I would have to apologize to a lot of people for judging them so harshly. And by the time I finished the first book the epic saga is all I could think of, all I could dream about and tried to further my skills of doing anything and everything I could one-handed and with limited concentration to ensure that I didn’t have to put the book down. I had a serious problem. *sigh* I’ve spent every spare minute I have through out the day and have been depriving myself of precious hours of sleep so I can read these effing books. And I’ve decided that THIS is why I don’t read: it’s exhausting.

woe is me.

I’ve been a stay-at-home-mom for a little over 4 years now. In the midst of a few of those years I was a full-time student: applied mathematics and computer science. Yep, that was me ——> one with the nerd herd: hanging out in the math lounge, telling (lame) math jokes, laughing hysterically at said lame math jokes and hoping to hear more. Spending hours, yes HOURS, and sheets and SHEETS of paper on ONE problem, being so enthusiastic about finally solving it and having a huge surge of FUCK YES! flow through my body when my answer was riiiight biatch when compared to the one in the back of the book. That euphoric state of mind was soon relinquished when realization set in: I still had 12 problems to go. *%$@$@%$$@!!!

Anywho, where I’m going with this is that I haven’t been a student for over year. I miss school. I miss learning. I miss having deadlines and due dates and socializing with uber geeks of a like mind. I miss doing something more than the monotonous routine my life has settled into: feed children, dress children, entertain children, cleeeeean the fuck out of my house, feed children, clean children, LOVE CHILDREN. Repeat. Don’t get me wrong–I love being able to stay home with my girls. These early years are important and I am grateful that I am the one establishing the foundations of their little beings. I love being a mom. I just miss having more to my daily routine. And so I’ve been working on something. Hopefully something big (to me) that will allow me to express myself through my talents, make some money AND continue to stay home with these gorgeous little girls I have.

More to come when I know more. =)

The magnifying glass.

The other day the girls and I were at the root-of-all-evil (WalMart) when Terrance happened to notice on the white tile floor a very little clear plastic thingy (how she saw it is beyond me) that happened to be (as she pointed out) in the shape of a magnifying glass. She carried it around the whole store and brought it home with her and as I was standing in the kitchen she came up to me and very seriously said, “Mom, if you need to take a closer look at something you can use my magnifying glass.”

Two seconds later she turned around to run into the living room, magnifying glass in hand, and as she flailed her arms wildly the magnifying glass was flung into the heating vent to then be lost forever. *sigh* Later that day we made a new magnifying glass out of a a piece of thin plastic cut into a circle and a tongue depressor. She of course offered it to me: “Mom, if you need to take a closer look at something you can use my magnifying glass.”

I love her.