Make-overs

You would think since I spent oodles of time trying to give the site a make-over that I would now be flooded with witty quips and kidisms. Unfortunately, no. I wanted to get away from the boxed template feel and as much as I love the pix felt they needed a more consistent tone. I like things simple. Yes, that has been my theme for the last year, simple. Simple food, simple parenting, simple life. Not the Nicole Richie version of course, the one that gets back to actual basics. Paying attention to our food, paying attention to our kids, paying attention to each other and one day paying attention to me. OOOHHHH how idyllic, yeah I know, but seriously it all piles on so quickly. What I have been fixating on this last week is how this time last year I was seeing a cardiologist. I know I've touched on this but honestly until you have sat in the waiting room of a heart specialist when you are still using your own mobility and teeth, you don't know how much things come into perspective. I think it was at that point that I knew I needed the ultimate makeover. We always professed that we both had to work because of the money. Well, when the money goes away you make it work. I was always convinced I could never stay home, that my personality would never allow it. Sitting at home, folding clothes all day, listening to the playful banter of my two cherubs. Not so much. More like fielding play dates and penciling in folding time so I still accomplish something! Last January I was scared. Not oh no what's going on scared but Holy #*%$* there's something wrong with me scared!!! I'm at a heart *$%#@ specialist scared. Through the tests, wires, large expensive machinery, treadmills, cold ultra-sound gel, paper and photo read outs I was told those ever imposing words. You need to relax. Stress has got you here and stress will make it worse. I've taken the words to heart (hehehe). If you perceive me as laid back, I am. If you think we can't possibly not be freaked out in this economy, I'm not. If you think anything is going to get to me, well it does, but I deal with it and move on. I know my limits and know I can't let things fester for my literal own good. It's not such a bad plan for everyone. So I've simplified my outlet of feigned sanity aka my blog, maybe now it really does represent who I'm yet to become.