I am a little burnt out, I think. i have been working 50 - 60 hours a week since January of 2006 and I am very tired. It is all for a good cause I know. Randy gets to stay home with the babies. They are doing wonderfull. Henna is brilliant and happy and she LOVES her Daddy. Zane is creative and smart. He thinks it is the end of the world if Randy leaves just long enough to go to the store. When Tyler is here Randy gets to spend actual time with him doing stuff. I think it is great for their relationship.

But I am starting to just get tired. Maybe if I take a vacation this fall I will feel better. I just feel like there are never enough hours in the day. And even on the weekend when I am doing nothing I am thinking, " Oh God, tomorrow I go back." And I like my job, so it sucks that I am thinking that. Maybe I will start to do meditation at night or something. God, who knows how I'll find the time for that...lol See?

Some days I get bitter, like, " Look at these kids, they love Randy more than me." I try not to do that too much though. Randy and I are a team and we are equal in this family. It is OUR money and every little thing is OUR decision. In some ways I think all of this is harder on him that is is on me. He kicks ass though. He is the best Daddy in the world. I was even thinking about getting him something for mother's day. lol

But we have a plan in the works. I think that what we are doing is absolutely right. The plan is good I think and I am optimistic about it. The kids are awesome and I wouldn't trade this family for anything, so what am I complaining about?

I am too tired to write anything of substance, but I thought it was time for something new.

So with that conundrum, I decided to do a short list of things that I think are a bit odd about me.

1) I dance horribly, but if you get me in the right mood I don't care. I will dance anywhere in front of anyone.

2) I can be really shy, quiet and uncomfortable at times and then 10 minutes later be the most outspoken person in the room. I don't know why. I just fluctuate.

3) My dad is a Nurse, my Mom was a factory worker, and my husband is a stay at home Dad. Gender stereotypes mean nothing to me!

4) (Note the S's) My name is Serina and I was born on September Second, Nineteen Seventy Six.

5) When I laugh really hard, I make no sound at all, I shake, and I stop breathing. It is very uncomfortable...lol

1 Allergic reaction for Princess H
2 Trips to the Super Wal-Mart
3 Birthday parties
4 Hours in the car
5 Minutes spent clapping over my new shoes (The poor Shoe Guy was like, " Are you always this excited over shoes?")
6 Drinks I had Saturday night at my birthday party
7 Times I wished I hadn't had those drinks
8 Wonderful conversations that I had at my kid free dinner Sunday
9 Times I asked people if they adored my new shoes
10 Times I hit the snooze button this morning

So this morning as I was taking Super Z to school he says, "Mom, is it hard for you to put on your seat belt?"
I fight through the sleepies that are fogging my brain and making conversation difficult and say, "No."
He is undeterred by my legnthy response.
"Is it hard because your belly is too big?"
Wow, nice.
"Z, it hurts people's feelings when you talk about their big bellys," I explained.
"Mom, I am just worried about you.," he said sweetly.
What the crap? When did my son turn into my Mom?

Suburan Oblivial invited me here, so of course I came. She is very very cool. Yet now I feel lost and confused. I am assuming that just like the other blogging stuff I will eventually figure this out. If you are here reading this nonsense...WELCOME! And add me as a friend. I feel all sad and pathetic with no friends.