I can't believe that I will be 33 years old tomorrow. Some days I feel every day of those 33 years and sometimes I wonder if they made a mistake on my birth certificate. I never really celebrated birthdays, I prefer a nice quiet day with my family opposed to a party. I am going to have my husband take me to Nancy's, which is a mom & pop restaurant on High Street, for breakfast and then maybe just hang out with the kids while he goes to work.
Life is still mundane, but I'm trying to look at it with appreciation. I have read more books which thrills me. I can challenge my hubby to Jeopardy every night, spend quality time chillin' with the kiddies, chat with friends about nothing and everything, things I longed for months ago. I wished for it, so I better enjoy it because I know it won't last.
I am still thinking of homeschooling my girl. I've gotten several books from the library and have worked with her a bit, I think it's something to look into legally. The school system here sucks. There's isn't a nice way to say it. Stuff she learned in kindergarten (in a different school system) isn't being reiterated when I think it should be. I should not have to be reminding her that 31 is a 3 then a 1. I feel like she's learning stuff she learned last year. Am I wrong for thinking first grade should be an upward move instead of lateral?

6 months ago my life was pretty mundane. Same thing, day in and day out, now each day is something new. It's wearing me out. I miss having a normal routine. I want to be settled again, but I am keeping up with focusing on me for a small part of each day. I don't have much energy at the end of each day so I usually veg out in front of the TV with D ( a good reminder of why I stopped watching so much TV in the first place), or I curl up with a good book. I've read 5 in the past week. I haven't done that since before I had children. God is good.