Jekyll and Mom

Lately I feel like I am torn. Seems like one minute a thought pops into my head and the next day the complete opposite thought takes its place. Sometimes the very next minute:

Alex, when are you going to get potty-trained?!
Ooooh, I'm going to miss hearing that swish-swish sound of your diaper!

Boys!! No jumping on the bed/sofa/chair/brick wall outside!!
Oh, my...I'm so thankful I have healthy boys.

Pete, seriously, pots and pans go on the BOTTOM RACK of the dishwasher.
How lucky am I to have a husband who loads the dishwasher?

I'm so glad I don't have to dress for an office job anymore.
Why did all my clothes sneak out of my closet and run away on the day I quit?

Ugh, it is so friggin' hot outside and it's only May.

Yay! Early summer!

This blog is a waste of time. Why, anyway?

I am, therefore I write. (Ewwwww!)

If I had an office job I wouldn't be in the kitchen so much and I wouldn't eat so much.

I'm so glad I work at home and don't have to eat out so much.

I really wish I could eat out.

I'm so glad I don't have to eat out so much anymore.
Dang, I wish I could get someone to serve me a meal.

Maybe I really need to get a little clarity on that last one.