What a day

What a day...
Tucked both my kids in to bed and am enjoying some quiet time while I listen to the rain outside. I got a great message from a good friend whose life is moving forward and upward and outward and awesomely. Had dinner with a lot of fun people. My husband had an unexpected 45 minutes so he stopped by to eat as well. Enjoyed a good 40 minutes in Borders and bought a couple new books. The Power of Kindness and what else? Oh yeah, a book about what I should be eating and how I can replace the cruddy food with healthier or at least not as cruddy alternatives. (I am replaying my day in reverse. Hope I remember all the little nuggets of fun.) Spent some time with the kids doing chores so we can enjoy a clean house, bedrooms included, for the weekend.

I will divert from my unnecessarily long retelling of my day for a moment. My kids are finally cleaning out the dishwasher, wiping down the table (which is glass and shows every smudge) and counters, and putting the dishes in the dishwasher with no complaints or grumblings. It is kind of FANTASTIC. I have to keep on top of my own habits now so that I am consistent in what I expect from them by modeling it myself. Now, the bedrooms on the other hand, not progressing in the same manner. I have decided that I will not enter their room (even to tuck them in) unless I can walk into their rooms unhindered. This did seem to get their attention. Getting their clothes seperated (lights and darks) and down to the laundry room isn't usually a problem. But, getting their clothes put away and the miscellanious other items usually causes some grumbling and complaining. But, the fact that their kitchen habits are coming along, though there was initially a great deal of complaining initially, does give me hope that with consistency and perserverence, I will loving tuck my children in every night from now until they are off to college. (I hope I get to tuck them in even after that, at least on vacations, holidays, and special occasions. At least until they're married.)

Which brings me back to my day. Actually, I am going to have to finish tomorrow. Private Practice is my guilty pleasure, for today. But, tomorrow, I am going to take my computer to Panera's, see Armando (my favorite Panera's employee), eat some steal cut oatmeal, and finish my What A Day...blog. Let me just tell you, it will include sex, condoms, pregnancy, and STD's as explained to an 8 year old girl and a 10 year old boy. Good times. I love those little people.