I'm like a Mom

Only I have no children...

I don't even have pets that I claim as children...

I've had several friends tell me I am like the mom of the group. I take care of everyone and make sure that they have everything that they need.

To some they may think, "awe that's so sweet of you." My thoughts are, it's not bad but sometimes it feels like a curse. For example, in preparing for a road trip I went snack shopping. Staring at the shelf of snacks I wonder how much is going to be enough? There will be 4 of us on a 11-ish hour trip (depending on who is driving). I start putting things in my basket (had to get a basket because I knew it would help limit the number of things I bought), usually starting with a smaller package then thinking, "well what if everyone wants some then I need enough for 4 people to snack on." Trading the smaller bag for a bigger bag, I wonder if maybe this is too much, yet it stays in my basket. We'll need sweet, salty, chewy, crunchy and everything in between to make sure every one has anything they could possibly crave! Making my way to the checkout stand my basket full and a box of crackers in my hand because it wouldn't fit. On my way home I started thinking about all the stuff that I bought... this is too much. There are 4 of us not a family of 10, I think I bought enough for 10. Not to mention that the other 2 people traveling with my hubby and I are adults and capable of buying their own snacks, they don't need me to buy them for them like they are children. Thinking about it now I laugh and my husband laughed when he saw everything I bought. BUT we will definitely not go hungry, even if we get stranded for a week we would probably still have a sufficient amount of food on which we could survive.

This "mom factor" that goes on in my brain I always over plan things. If I have a get together I usually have too much food because I stress about running out of it and people not having enough to eat. Not to mention while people are over I want to make sure everyone is having fun and enjoying themselves. I have gotten better, I can actually enjoy a party now rather then spend the whole party time stressing about everyone else. There are still times when I can't seem to control it, road trip snacks is obviously one of those times, maybe next road trip I will do better.

Flossing February

March is here. I can't believe it. Last month, after a visit to the dentist, I decided to set a goal to floss my teeth everyday for the month of February and so I called it Flossing February. I even made myself a calendar with cute toothy letters on it so that I would have something to put stickers on for each successful flossing. My chart has maybe 8 stickers on it. I didn't do very well but I did better than I have in the past. I probably doubled the number of times I have personally flossed my teeth in my lifetime. Okay that's a lie, but I know I have never flossed my teeth 8 times in one month. Flossing is such a struggle for me... well proper flossing. In my mouth I have 2 permanent retainers, one on the bottom and one on top. In order to properly floss those suckers I have to get a "plastic needle"(that is made for such things), thread my floss through and stab it between my teeth. That is a little dramatic but my bottom teeth have gotten accustom to it my 2 big front teeth have not. It hurts and I don't like it and so some times I just don't do that part and just floss like I floss all my other teeth. Another thing I have is a fake tooth held in place by a titanium screw. It doesn't make flossing difficult but the gap towards the bottom of that tooth and the two beside it is larger than the others. It is amazing the things that can hide in there. Anyway Flossing February was a flop in the sense that I didn't floss every single day BUT It was an improvement which I am content with.

On another note, I was looking through my journal looking for the first movie my hubby and I went to see together (before we were even a thing, I mean his little sister came along). Once I found the info I was looking for (we went to go see Blindside fyi) I just kept reading. Next thing I know I am crying. I got to the part when we broke up for the first time and I felt so sad. Then I'm sitting there on our bed crying and I'm thinking why am I crying I know how this all ends, victory is mine in the end of this dating story. Maybe I should avoid reading my journal because whenever I do the emotions that were there when I wrote it always get stirred up inside all over again. After I finally put it away I just wanted to hold my hubby and tell him that I love him and grateful for where we are and all that we have overcome thus far in our lives together. I'll wait til he gets home =)