Friday Night Dancing

After a long day at the pool Friday, evident by Patrick's lack of clothing and pink back and shoulders, we all stayed in on Friday night and had a good family date night. Here are a couple of videos (less-than-desirable quality, thanks to the cell phone camera) which show that Patrick has picked up more than just a little humor from his Pee-Wee shows. As it turns out, he got a few dance moves, too.

I have a newfound respect for stay-at-home moms. In fact, I have absolutely no idea how Adam and I successfully ran a house while both of us were working, I was in school, and we had a toddler. Well...that's not exactly true. I suppose we just didn't. This summer, however, I am on a mission to get our lives back in order, and not just a working order, but an ORDER order. I'm driving Adam nuts. I know this for sure.

First is the frustration I feel when there is any dirty laundry to be done and put away. I just can't handle it. Also, if there are dishes, I start to sweat. Then, there is the painting that I want to get done and the new home goods I want to buy, the closet organizers (wishful thinking), the sorting and storing of baby clothes by sizes and season. Add to that dinner and playtime with the kids (that's the good part)...the list never ends. How did I become this way, and furthermore, will I ever go back to not really caring so much?

I have made a conscious effort to spend the mornings with the boys. We get out of the house, we do something fun, we spend time together. Then, come naptime, I have to work. As soon as Adam comes home, we do dinner, more QT, bedtime, and then the work starts again.

Adam counters my frustration with my never-ending to-do list with the argument that I love it. And he's right. I do love it. Even waking up at 5:45 on a weekday so that I can get my grocery shopping done before Adam leaves for work and the boys wake up, I love. However, I am very much looking forward to a night off...by myself, maybe with a couple of girlfriends and some wine. It's coming. Sometime. It is. I swear. I need it.

I don't know how my mom did it. Four kids, all no more than two years apart, with a husband trying to start his own medical practice...how does that get pulled off? She did it, though, and well. I'm convinced that I can, too. Most days, that is. Not all; just most.

For the moms who really have their stuff together and can work and keep everything organized and germ-free, laundry and dishes done...wow...I have a crazy amount of respect for you, too. However, that being said, I would probably not want to be friends with you.