Rant

Ryan and I had a discussion on the phone earlier today and it kind of irked me. He, with the best of intentions and with love behind it, sort of implied that I'm a lazy bum because my exercise regime has taken a serious nose dive in the past couple of weeks. While I did "exercise" today it was short and, I'll admit, I wasn't completely "into" it, but, hey, I did it.

Well, I thought a lot about it since then while I've been cleaning and I ranted a lot to myself and here is one of the reasons I've fallen behind:

That's right folks, it is a shoebox full of junk. Why did I so carefully put all this junk in this shoebox? Because I am going to teach my kids a lesson today (not like the lessons in Arrested Development though, although if anyone knows a one armed man let me know, I may have a job for him.) I am going to show them this shoebox full of junk and tell them that this is why their mother is easily winded and can't do pushups and if they want me to live a long and healthy life they will quit shoving candy wrappers and trash into the couch because it makes me have to spend a half hour mucking all the garbage out from under and around the couch and it makes me bitter. My children (actually, just Leah) think they are sneaky thieves when actually they are just plain old thieves. I know what they are up to! Argh.

Back to the point, if I have one. I truly love having the opportunity to stay at home and be a homemaker for our family. I enjoy making sure everyone has clean clothes to wear and good food to eat and a tidy home to live in. But a line is going to be drawn. I'm going to explain about what is reasonable and what is currently going on around here and how those two things need to become friends with each other.

Wish me luck.