Routine

Once again it's been a year since I wrote anything.  Mostly out of laziness.  I could say "I don't have time" but that's not really true.  I could make time but I don't.  I should though.  I like to write. 

Routine

We fall into routines in our lives.  Usually they are good and helpful.  They keep our lives in order and working.  They keep our children fed and clothed.  But too much of the same routine for too long (in my opinion) is never a good thing. 

Every night we come home from work.  Play with the children.  I sweep the floors and decide whether I want to start on dinner.  Half of the time I do start on dinner quickly, but the other half of the time we go out to eat or order something.  Preparing dinner at 6 pm at night is usually too hard.  I know I should "meal prep" or use my stupid crock pot.  But every time I use my crock pot I overcook the meat and the meal tastes like crap by the time we're ready to eat at 7 p.m.

After dinner we give the girls a bath, get them into their PJs and let them play (aka run around the house and fight with each other) until we decide it's bed time.  Usually the tv is on at this time and some movie is playing in the background.  Tonight the movie is Shrek.  For many agonizing weeks it was Tangled.  Before that, Mars needs Moms and Up.  I don't mind the kid's movies but again, the repetitiveness can drive you a little mad.

Once we determine it's bedtime (around 8:30 p.m.), I attempt to put the baby to sleep.  I take her upstairs and I nurse her to sleep.  Yes, I'm still nursing her.  Yes she's over a year old.  But she's still so little to me.  Especially compared to her older toddler sister.  Lately she wants to nurse about 4,000 times before going to sleep and it's starting to wear on me.  It's not that I mind nursing her but I only have 2 breasts and at this point in our nursing relationship I'm really not producing that much milk.  So after she eats off both sides once, there's not much there for her except to comfort nurse.  Finally, after about 20 minutes (on a good night) she falls asleep and I transfer her to the crib.

Then I go downstairs and pick up the toddler and bring her to her bed.  Lately she has been going to sleep without putting up a fight at all.  *Runs to knock on ALL THE WOOD*.

By this time it's about 9:30 p.m. if I'm lucky. Most nights I just plop myself on the couch and watch tv with my husband until 11 pm or later.  I enjoy my tv time at night, but what I really want to be doing is going to a gym, playing volleyball or doing some sort of exercise.  But alas- the routine.  I really need to break this vicious cycle and join a gym.  I think I will soon. I was on a Monday volleyball team but the season ended.  Hopefully we can put a team back together in the fall. 

 
 
 

So, there is my routine.  I don't mind it, but this summer we're going to have to change it up a bit for all of our sanity.  We're going to start going on more walks before or after dinner and we're going to try and play in the yard more nights.  Like so:

Playing in the dirt.

My two girls

Here is our beautiful newly renovated yard.

But for now, the routine persists.  Tonight, I broke the routine by writing this blog post.  Now to put the baby to bed!

Also.  I don't really know the point of this blog post, but here I am with my girls recently.