I dropped my classes and am taking a semester off. Funnily enough my decision was based on a little quip that I read online. When deciding between two options, flip a coin. Not because of the coin, but because in that split second before it lands you are hoping for a certain outcome. That’s the one you pick.

It feels nice having one less thing to worry about.

Otherwise I’ve been working at my Resolutions this year. They are blissfully simple.

1. Reduce
2. Relax

Bam. That’s how you do it.

While Andy is away, I’ve been paring down on absolutely everything. Goodwill has received multiple loads worth of donations and I have a bunch more on my porch waiting to go.

We’ve always had the habit of accepting items from people, especially furniture, and all of this has just accumulated. Plus we both believe in the power of “I might need that later… so let’s put it here just in case”. But all this really leads to is a house full of things that we don’t necessarily want or need. So I’m getting rid of lots of it before he gets back. Less stuff to move, organize, and keep clean.

Simplifying things.

It’s already made a huge difference in the way the house looks. Nobody needs as many end tables as we owned! Also I purged our entire VHS collection since my VCR/DVD player is having some weird electrical problems. The buttons are glitchy so that any button you press, it thinks you want it to PLAY! Using the remote, it acts as it should but for some reason it likes to ignore the VCR side. Mostly it was a pain in the neck and almost all of our tapes I’d gotten second hand, so I’d rather save the space and stress by donating them all.

I also got a bunch of document boxes and finally brought some much needed structure to my office. It houses all my various crafting projects as well as all the household paperwork and computer things, so the order is SUCH an improvement. I feel ready to start sewing some skirts already.

Cleaning and organizing is so invigorating, especially when you are having moments where it seems like everything else is going haywire. Organized house means an organized mind.

Next up? The car and the garage. Both of which… require extreme attention. Until then, however, I’m going to work on my second resolution by taking a nap and then playing legos with the kidlets.

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I’m trying to decide whether I’m going to take these online classes this semester or not. The more I look over things, the more I’m not sure that I can handle everything. Playing a single mom to two kids for a year is really fucking trying on a person. Plus with all the changes we’ll be making in February, I’m not sure I’ll want to spend my free time typing up essays and fine-tuning my PHP skills. I mean, it would benefit me greatly and the three classes I would be taking are excellent distractions that would help towards my degree.

But I keep thinking about how bogged down I am already and I really don’t want to risk killing my GPA by taking on more than I can handle. I’m not sure what my brain can take these days.

Sometimes just getting through the day is difficult. All the constant repetition of tasks and then the endless chatter from two small children, charming as they are, is flaying my nerves and my sanity. It hasn’t even been a year yet.

Deployments blow.

Sometimes I’m not sure who it’s worse for, Andy off away from us or me stuck at home. Sure he’s in a more hostile work environment but I get to clean spaghetti sauce off the carpet every day and take care of the dog and the kids. And, you know. Some days I’d like someone to give me a hard hat and tell me to go do something task-like that I can accomplish that will STAY ACCOMPLISHED. Because that momentary YAY I GOT ALL THE DISHES CLEANED AND PUT AWAY! AND THE LAUNDRY!

DON’T FUCKING DROP A THING ON YOUR CLOTHES! WHY ARE THERE CRUMBS, I JUST VACUUMED? And then I go sit in the bathtub or knit crazily in the corner.

Domestic life is a nightmare. It really is.

At least, it is when you don’t ever get a break.

I’m turning into an insomniac since after their bedtime is the only time I get to myself and even then I usually spend it putting clothes in the wash. Tumblr is my refuge.

And all of my plans for this year regarding living arrangements? I keep throwing them into this mental box labelled SHIT TO DEAL WITH LATER. Mostly because I have no idea how any of this is supposed to work out but since I’m the one who has to magically solve these things I keep telling myself that everything can be handled really swiftly… later. Not now. Later.

The box is busting at the seams.

And I think the worst thing of all is that I keep trying to come up with ways to make things easier.

One notable option is to find a new home for our dog, Kayla. She’s a pitbull/lab mix and a loving family dog. Jas and Cody have grown up around her while Andy is absolutely enamored with her. Not being a dog person, I provide all the necessary care but our relationship is strictly business. I’m the alpha and source of life requirements, things are good as long as she doesn’t lick me.

But as she’s considered a ‘dangerous breed’ finding a rental house is kind of impossible.

All these big challenges stand in the way of family togetherness. And I feel like a bit like Don Quixote fighting windmills. Certainly everyone I tell my problems to looks at me that way. No one has any suggestions because it all looks rather impossible, but no way in hell am I staying up here once he comes back. We’re moving no matter what. Fiery credit score dragons be damned.

So many things to configure, so little brainpower. I feel like if I could get 36 hours of peace and quiet I would be able to derust the sword and make some headway but that just isn’t possible these days.

While I do have some family help, both people have their limitations. For one, handling both kids for more than three hours is too much and the other person feels the need to call every half hour to report on whatever the fuck is on his mind while he fills the children with ice cream and soda. So that after he’s given me a few hours to myself I get to attempt to wrangle sugar-drenched rugrats. Yay! I should have just locked myself in the bathroom and turned on Dora the Explora which is so damned glitchy on Netflix Instant that it is ridiculous and doesn’t work half the time anyway, why am I paying for this? For fucks sake.

Just dammit all.

Anyway, if you need me I’ll be wandering around the grocery store pushing one of those carts with a car attached to the front because it’s the easiest way I’ve found to amuse both kidlets in the winter. That is, after they wake up. Give or take two hours.

Erin’s advice for 2012: don’t have children, don’t buy a house, don’t own pets, don’t let thy spouse join the military, and for goodness sakes please pray for those of us that do.

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I’ve decided to battle insomnia with the ferocity of Jillian Michaels. This is Day 1 of the 30 Day Shred.

Kayla [the pirate dog] expressed concern for the duration of the exercises. And for some reason felt the need to rub up against me as I was trying to do lunges. Balance was compromised.

And I don’t know where both of Andy’s 5lb hand weights are so I used two cans of corn. Same difference. Sort of.

Erin is tired. And going to bed. And if twitter had been working, I probably wouldn’t have been on tumblr for an hour because I just would have tweeted about this and been done with it. But no.

This is twitters fault.

Or the insomnia.

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