Today was a good day

Is life measured by the good days? or by the bad?

Will my children remember the good days?

Are they enough to make life bearable?

I ponder all this while procrastinating. Instead of studying I am sleeping. I am doing nothing. Well not true… I am reading a novel. I bought three two weeks ago and I am finishing number two. I want to write like these awesome authors who always suck you in and leave you wondering for days.

We went out to Moca today to the Mundilo festival. It was very small but we enjoyed ourselves.

I should sleep because I have to work tomorrow but as tired as I am I can’t go to bed. I want to do something, anything. I want to feel I am moving forward. I want to feel I’m being worthwhile.  But nothing seems to quench this feeling this need for what? Approval? Guidance? Self….something? I don’t know.

I’m hungry for something. For what?

Breastfeeding strike

 

Yep.. You read that right a breastfeeding strike! If you are wondering, am I leaving my child without nourishment, NO. She on the other hand refuse to take the breast.

What’s up with that?

I asked my breastfeeding consultant and she says its normal and can last up to a week. A WEEK. She normally breastfeed to fall asleep. So either she wants no sleep or no eat. Maybe she is counting calories

What ever her problem is, she needs to get over herself and start eating. First of all I can’t get her to sleep without an hour to two hour long fight. Second I do not have that much breastmilk stored. She needs to get her act straight.

Please tell me this will get better…

Santa called…

The whole story is I maybe have Santa Clause on my contact list… and he called!

How exiting for my son. Who spoke to him a whole 2 minutes before ending the call to watch tv. I sometimes think, wait no, I KNOW he is addicted. Just as I know I AM addicted to tv. It captures my attention and very seldom does it ever let go.

He asked Santa lo lower his voice because his sister was sleeping and to get him 2 paw patrols from build a bear with their equipment. Rubble and Skye. If he only knew how expensive they are. But of course I will find a way to get him one. What else can I do.

Today’s post is very short, mainly because I do not know how to come up with just a theme for my blog. I like talking about my day, but it doesn't seem to be interesting to people. No one reads me. And it makes me sad.

Being Back

 

I have bowed time, and time again to continue this blog no matter what and I keep failing. WHY?! Maybe because I have no audience I feel no motivation, or maybe it is something else. Oh well. You cyber friend will hear from me. Maybe because I did a new craft or maybe just because I can.

 

What is life?

What is its purpose?

Why I am STUCK?

 

Lets see if you can answer them for me.

 

Thanks!