Nothing to say?

I sat down to blog tonight and sat here staring at an empty screen. What should I say? What needs to be updated? What has happened? The answer to all these questions wouldn't come to me. Was my life really coming to this? A busy, non-busy life with NOTHING to write about!? The kind of life I mocked others for having? The kind of life where you profess all the time how overwhelmed you are, all the while other people secretly curse you because, come on, what do you REALLY have to do? Oh no. Panic. 

So I started thinking about today. I know I was busy. I felt more than one time like my brain was going to explode from too many things to do, but what did I actually do? Ok, self. Reflect. 

We got up, had pancakes (just like we do every day in my ground hog day-like mornings. Evan eats two pancakes, cut into squares, no edges, arranged in a circle around a pool of Trader Joe's pancake syrup - which by the way has been rumored to be going out of production! Wesley sits in the stool next to him, refusing to use his high chair anymore and barely  being able to see over the counter. Wes's pancakes are in a messy pile (not because he likes them that way, but because I am hoping to do things a little differently the 2nd time around and perhaps he will have a few less neurotic tendencies). He gets pure maple syrup (again, hoping for a 2nd try at doing things better). The two of them fight and yell and drink their homemade chocolate milk. The newest part of breakfast also includes Wes trying to throw things into Rainbow's fish bowl. What was I thinking getting that fish?!  Anyway, the day progressed as a normal Saturday as I ran out the door to teach yoga. (Yes, somehow Jen and I find ourselves teaching again. How this happened, we haven't quite figured out.)

After yoga, a quick run to the local toy store for a present for Evan's friend. Evan was invited to his first birthday party today and we couldn't go empty handed.   Wrapped toy in hand I headed home to grab lunch and Evan to head to the party. While I was at yoga I had instructed Steve to take the boys to pick up our St Patty's Day run packets. Late registration meant that we could only pick up the packets the day before the race and only in Seattle. Awesome. Steve was also instructed to go and buy primer for the bathroom. Back in October we found out there was a mold problem behind the shower downstairs and the tile guy is finally here fixing the project. After all this time waiting we were told we needed to get the bathroom painted before Monday if we wanted to repaint it. No problem except finding the perfect shade of gray is proving to be the impossible task! (Everything is too purple, too green, too blue!). Anyway, even though we don't know what color it will be painted tomorrow, we knew we had to prime so Steve was to be on a tight schedule putting Wes down for a nap and priming away!

After the party Evan and I headed to look for Benjamin Moore paint. We left with two expensive samples of what turned out to be blah-ness and headed home. 

The night would then progress through dinner (noodles... Of course. Dinner feels even more like ground hog day than breakfast!) and then off to look at more shades of gray and to hopefully make it to Sports Authority for tee ball supplies for Evan. (I got an email YESTERDAY that practice starts on Tues and I couldn't risk sending him to practice without his own helmet. I could just envision the coach telling all the kids how important wearing a helmet was for batting and then trying, to no avail, to find a helmet in his pile of child sized helmets that would fit poor Evan. My dad, also with a giant head, tells horror stories of being the only one on the football team that couldn't find a helmet to fit and being sad as they discussed custom orders for him. I know my son would not want to break the rules and wouldn't want to play without a helmet and I could see his baseball career ending before it had even begun. Long story short of all of this, I gladly paid the $60 dollars for the one size fits most adult helmet and went on my way. Ok, that is a lie, I didn't want to pay that much at all, but I did it anyway. For the sake of the game, I suppose.)

After Sports Authority, I slapped more shades of gray on the bathroom wall (we might have a winner!) got Wes in his Jammies, got Evan in full baseball gear (he wanted to practice swinging his new bat and running around in his cleats w his baseball pants to make sure he could still go fast in the pants) and then took Wesley upstairs to read 3 books. By book number two, I was dozing and pleaded w him to please close his eyes because I knew if I sat there much longer the rest of the night's tasks would escape me. At 10:07, I laid him down and headed downstairs for the night shift - straightening the house while Steve finished priming the bathroom. 

When all was put away, quiet and closed up for the night I sat down to blog. After all, there was still about 11 min left in the day. Why not use it all up?  :)

I am afraid for my busy, non-busy self as we start soccer and tee ball, continue with piano, swimming and gymnastics, and as Jen continues getting orders from the yoga class for paperless towels made by yours truly. (Jen says she is opening me up an Etsy shop to utilize my talents and is starting with the yoga class to check out the demand, but heaven help me!)