So, I don't work right now

Y'all, I have read two articles in Cosmo two consecutive days in a row that I have taken as a sign from God that I was right to quit my job. (Did you really think I had ceased to be panicky and neurotic just because I'm medicated?)

Yes, you did just read that I think God is speaking to me through Cosmo. Can you try to not get hung up there?

Ok, if it will make you feel better, He's sending me a thumbs up through my mom too.  She gushed today about how happy she was that I am going to be able to spend so much more time with the kids. And when your momma is on board for your decisions, you can be pretty confident that you're on the right track.

I can't remember if I have already said this or only mentioned it to people aloud (and I'm too lazy to look), but I feel I'm hearing "Be still and know that I am God" all over again. And so I pray. And I plan things that allow me to make memories with my family.  I feel free, and I feel like I have the world before me and like I never want to just settle for a paycheck again.  I want to enjoy what I do and contribute in a positive way.

Moving along to the children...

Is anyone else's child obnoxiously obsessed with Minecraft? I say "obnoxiously" because you cannot have a conversation with Silas without hearing a play by play of some Minecraft video he and his dad watched on YouTube. Thrilling as those conversations are, I TRIED to watch him play this game and just do not understand the appeal.  From what I could gather, it's about spending an exorbitant amount of time building something and then setting it on fire...?

I don't understand it and Silas doesn't understand why I don't understand it...I think he thinks I'm not very bright...he may be onto something there...But I'm just chalking it up to that is his and his dad's thing...

Gavin. Oh my dear, sweet, angelic, hateful-gutted, angry, stubborn as a mule 2 year old. There is no other way to describe him. You need to cover all the bases. Because he is an absolute angel...of death and chaos and destruction...and love and rainbows and snuggles. If my lot in life is to raise up children who are progressively more willful as they enter their "terrible 18 mos to four years old" (kiss my ass whoever coined the phrase "terrible twos". It's misleading.), I'm going to need your spare room in 6 months when Vivian morphs from the smiling princess of unicorns and fairy dust into a cupcake baked by the devil (Lydia of Rants from Mommyland calls her youngest that, and I completely understand what she means).

Vivian's first birthday is Saturday, and I have buried us all in Minnie Mouse everything. I called and ordered a ridiculous cake while my husband took his sister to lunch the other day (as in he was out of the house and couldn't argue that we just needed to grab a sheet cake from Kroger) and then held my breath when he commenced interrogating me about the charges on the online bank statement. Somehow, he managed to skip over the three digit charge from a bakery, so I suppose it was his way of silently agreeing to let me have my last ridiculous first birthday party in peace. I mean, let Vivian have her very special day with all the bells and whistles. (She literally has no idea it's her birthday, sigh.)

That's where we are. I'm sitting here drinking a smoothie with ingredients like kale and almond butter (it's not good, y'all. Kale tastes like raw broccoli and don't be fooled by any smoothie recipe that tells you that you won't taste the kale. You get a mouthful of finely minced leaves with every sip. YOU TASTE THE FREAKING KALE!) The why behind the stupid smoothie is another post for another day. For now, we'll say I'm trying to gather the energy to get us ready to go on our family mini-vacay tomorrow. We are taking the kids to Great Wolf Lodge (big indoor water park resort thing). And there are swimsuits to find and bags to pack and children to chase while doing it.

Mr. Minecraft just piped up with, "don't worry, chickens don't die." I think that's my cue to engage his brain in something else.

Happy Monday.