Five Minute Friday: Tired

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Tired.  Seems like I'm always tired.  I'm tired right now.  I'm tired after I drink a large coffee in the morning. 

When you see the word tired, that is what you first think of.  SLEEP.

There are other kinds of tired though. 

Tired of listening to the same crap from your kids tired.

Tired of doing the same kind of job tired.

Tired of everyone not listening to you say the same thing, day after day - at home, at work, at _________ (anywhere really that fits) tired.

Tired of not doing everything you set out to for the evening because by the time you get home from work AND make dinner AND clean up dinner AND get the kids and yourself ready for tomorrow AND remember to feed the dog (hopefully someone remembers if when you forget) AND something I'm sure I forgot….it is almost time to go to bed. 

*I wrote this on a Friday in Sept because for some reason I thought Tired was the topic only after I wrote it and got ready to link it back I realized I was wrong.  I saved it thinking maybe it would come up as the topic someday.  Well, someday has arrived!  Ironically, I'm tired and am sort of glad I don't have to do another post.  *sigh*

Five Minute Friday: Ordinary

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Growing up I had (what to me) was an ordinary life.  It was me, my older sister and my mom & dad.  Both my parents worked full time, my sister and I went to school and spent afternoons after school before my mom got home trying (not) to kill each other.  Ordinary, right?  Barbies, braces, boyfriends...

My dad traveled a lot for his job.  In turn, we moved a lot.  We lived most places an average of 4 years and early on adopted the pattern of moving every 2 years into a different house - but still in the same city.  We lived all over...we started in the east coast, slowly made our way out west ending up in Hawaii before moving back east.  3 elementary schools, 1 middle school & 3 high schools later I turned out okay.  My dad went to Hong Kong, Taiwan, Palau & brought us back all sorts of crazy, exotic gifts.  He was gone a lot of my childhood traveling but I didn't really think too much about it - it was my ordinary...normal.

When I talk to people about my family life growing up I get mixed reactions - yes, it was probably odd to people who had a more 'traditional' family that my dad traveled and lived other places for work from us but I didn't really know any different.  I remember thinking it must be odd to have your dad around living with you all the time.

Having been married, divorced, re-married with kids and step-kids I am sure that our ordinary...normal...is far from 'traditional'.  There are always kids coming and going, soccer games, school functions, volunteering...but it works for us.

It works for us.  And I wouldn't have it any other way.  

Five Minute Friday: Rest

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Topic today is rest.  Ready....GO!

Restrooms...growing up my family always called the bathroom a restroom.  Sort of formal I suppose but using the word bathroom made me slightly grossed out (restroom sounds so much prettier, don't you think?)  

Which made me think of rest areas (bear with me here...rest...restroom...rest area...it all makes perfect sense [in my world anyway]).

I'm obsessed with rest areas...I love stopping at them, watching the people, seeing where they are from.  Seeing everything they have in their cars.  I love to people watch and what better place to do it, right?  When I was younger and we traveled my sister and I used to make up stories about people by what they had in their car.

This July my husband and I took a cross country driving trip.  We drove to Seattle and back (from NH).  2 weeks of driving...just for fun.  It was possibly THE best vacation we've taken.  We go to stop at all the rest areas...I was in heaven.  Some of them we even got to grill lunch or dinner at. 

My favorite.  It was so beautiful and quiet and just perfect.

I know, probably not your typical rest Five Minute Friday post I'm sure...but hey...it's Friday - before a long weekend and I officially have Long Weekend Brain (and a case of the sillies).  

That and I read the wrong Five Minute Friday post and wrote a killer post on something completely off topic...but shhhhhh...we won't mention that.  Who knows...maybe I'm just psychic and I already have next weeks post already done.  I know, I'm soooooooooo cutting edge :)

Five Minute Friday: Older

Time is slipping away it seems.  The kids go back to school Monday.  The early mornings and late evenings are cooler.  It will be fall before we know it.  


I always wanted to be older than I was, at any given time.  I think I want to take that back now.  My son is starting 8th grade....EIGHTH GRADE.  This will be the year of the high school orientation, among other things.  I'm not ready for that.  My daughter will follow the next year.  


I know I'm getting older.  I know my kids are getting older.  Funny though, it seems my parents never get older.  They look the same, act the same...

When my kids were younger I used look forward to the fact that when my daughter graduates high school I'll be 39, I'll have the whole world in front of me...the world is my oyster, right?  Wrong.  Wrong.

Them getting older only means I'm getting older.  I think for the first time ever, I'd like that to stop. 


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