Home is where the heart is.

So I have remained home for the past two days (those of you

who know me well know that's rare for me) and I am discovering that I

actually do enjoy being home, and having the boys with me.

Kyle is back on day shift (for the next 10 weeks and then it's

swings for 10 then mids for 10, repeat) and slowly but surely I am finding

little things here and there to make my day and life easier..

I put in a load of lundry sometime in the evening and make sure to

place it in the dryer before we fall asleep.. then I fold in immediately after

I wake up (between 6 and 7 am), while Tyler is watching cartoons or playing.

And now that Dylan is almost* on Tyler's schedule, things have gotten easier

as far as meals go. For the last two weeks or so I have been on a kick

where I actually really enjoy planning out their meals for the week, and

trying to make them as nutritious as possible- easy for Dylan, not so much

for Tyler. I usually allot about an hour for each meal so I can prepare it

and then patiently sit with them and engage in concersation, while trying

to get Tyler to try and eat new things.

I haven't exactly changed my social status though- I have atleast one playdate

everyday this week; two on two of the days.. but almost all of them are coming

to our house, or we are meeting at a park. I realized after having short of a mental

breakdown last weekend that I go out of my way too often to please other

people. I agree to events I know only spell disaster to make them happy and

almost everytime leave in tears. I've got to start being more selfish, as

bad as that sounds.. So heres to hoping we having a week full

of fun instead of stress...

My physical health is on its way up as well. I have been enrolled in

Kickboxing for almost a month now; going twice a week. I run around

base and try to squeeze in some arobic tapes every

chance I get. I know it's going to take some time, but I am most certainly

looking for results. When Dylan turned one, as happy as I was, I also realized that

he was one and I still have X amount of pounds to lose. No more "I

just had a baby ___ months ago" excuse. Time to get my ass into gear!