Soggy Shredded Wheat

Okay, so here's the problem, when I started this blog I had the intention of writing on it weekly, but pair that with inspiration-busting things like nap schedules, and being the super hero all around gal that I strive to be, my inspired thoughts get thrown under the bus more often than not. A great example of this is my present situation; I'm attempting to type my thoughts and I had to stop and explain why cheerios really do taste great WITH milk and to my surprise, my nearly four year old agreed to eat this combination after a couple of years with no success. Yay, small victories! So as I'm eating my "almost" soggy shredded wheat, I'm attempting my blog entry during the crazy awake hours, with all the interruptions of my fourteen month old bringing me books to read and pretty consistent interventions of the forever cat vs. toddler fued. It's really just the cat that doesn't want the relationship, but how can she not be a temptation when she purposely sits half a foot away from my toddler? Anyway, I could go on all day about my lively household that keeps getting in the way of my blog, but really, I'm no different than any parent trying to make it all work and yet maintain alittle of themselves in the process.
So here I go, some thoughts:
Newest blog obstacle: Cat tail across keyboard and "officially" soggy shredded wheat.
Because of a household of illnesses and the holiday season, there haven't been many workouts in the past couple of months for me, but two days before the new year, my motivation returned. So last night, I took a pretty tired toddler and preschooler to the gym so I could attend a "I know I'm going to suffer, but it'll feel so good afterwards" class. Now maybe it was because it was just Christmas and that spirit was still going strong, but everyone I passed had a smile or a jolly word directed my way. It is possible that they were sympathy smiles since I had a big wet spot on my shirt from a handwashing mishap, but I don't think so. With the exception of the male gymrats that spend about as much time lifting weights as they do socializing and texting, everyone else seemed to be basking in the afterglow of Christmas. Quick observation: You ever notice that most of the guys in a gym look like chickens, because they mainly work on their upper bodies and not their legs? They'll have these greatly developed arms and shoulders but skinny little bird legs. Do they think I'll swoon at the disproportion? Maybe if they worked on their legs during the time they text and socialize, they'd even things up a bit.
What was I saying, oh yes, basking in the afterglow of Christmas! Well, I never said I was perfect.
Cereal update: Shredded Wheat Mush
A few more unrelated thoughts: I really had a great Christmas! Even though I was greatly sleep deprived from my decision to knit four sweaters by Christmas(I started in late October) and we had to spend $300 on a car repair 3 days before Christmas, we had good weather through our travels and made it safely to my parent's house in another state. And I got to see my brother's family for the first time in over a year, so I had a great time hanging out with my nephew and niece and redeeming my role as the coolest aunt in the world because of my knowledge of the Star Wars Trilogy. It wasn't all kismet, I mean, we do have two young children and they pose new challenges when traveling. There were those sleep interruptions whenever my son heard us reposition a foot under the covers and he discovered we were in the same room, so he screamed until we got him up only because we didn't want the entire household to wake. And we worried that the newly inserted tubes were not preventing his chronic ear infections and that our daughter would never get caught up on her sleep (and alleviate her daily 4pm grumpiness) because she was trying to keep up with her older cousins. But along with those normal, parental bumps came lots of laughter, relaxation and togetherness through family. I'm very lucky to have a family that knows the importance of making an effort to be together and that that time is precious and should never be taken for granted. My husband and I were additionally lucky as it was really the first year that our daughter fully understood the magic of Christmas and we got to newly see the season through her eyes. Because of this, throughout the past month, there were many moments of exchanged looks and teary eyes. Now we definitely had our additional concerns and challenges that we lost sleep over, but luckily, we had far more days of joy and togetherness. So hopefully, this blog entry isn't too disjointed, but considering as I type, my son is chasing my daughter around the very table I sit at, I'm not doing too badly.