Ode to Insanity

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That's right, I just barely bought a hot glue gun. I decided at the ripe old age of 30 that I'm finally old enough. Honestly, I may be able to sew, but otherwise anything crafty is beyond me. The inspiration to finally buy one: Maisy had some broken bows. Regardless of the fact that I now own a glue gun, I will still not be making Maisy's bows. Tying a bow is beyond my skill level. Her dress bows always look very sad. My big project however, was a bow holder. I know most people would use tulle, but I happened to have nylon chiffon from making pettiskirts. The girl isn't even 18 months and has a drawer stuffed full of hair bows. Why so many? We're still trying to grow out the mullet, and piggies hide that fact handily.This is Maisy having taken her bows out and putting about 3 headbands around her neck.

So much fun. I think on the last triathlon I did I also came in 8th in my age division. Who cares. I didn't want to die during any part of this one. Even though I had a horrible cough and hadn't swam laps in a couple months, I really loved it. It felt like a really good accomplishment. I need to tip my hat to my dad who won the 55-59 men's age division. Wes came in 6th in his division. Regardless, I finished five minutes faster than him. I look at him and think he has every physical advantage over me and I still prevailed. It's a good feeling. We're super competitive at our house so I'm trying not to gloat every 10 seconds, but I'm still psyched about it. And the kids really liked our "thanks for particiapting" medals.

I like to think of myself as a logical person, whose actions are not overridden by emotions. I believe this to be in jeopardy when it comes to being a mother. Sometimes I look back on a day and feel bad for my kids because they could just never be sure which way the wind was blowing. Most of the time I try to sit back and let them figure things out on their own, let natural consequences happen. Other times I know I'm the helicopter mom I despise. Sometimes I'm so crazy strict they probably feel like they can't breathe without getting in trouble. Mostly I feel bad for them when my even keel starts to rock.