Guess what.

This is going to come as a shock to my faithful blog followers (all three of you).  I'm human.  Gasp!  I know, I know.  It's hard to take in, but let's call this confession time.  I am NOT super mom!  IF they remember this summer at all, my boys will remember it as the one they spent in the sprinklers and in front of a screen.  We didn't do swimming lessons, we only went to the park three times, and we rarely left the house.  I didn't even sign my boys up for soccer this fall.  I let them watch WAY too much TV and play WAY too many video games.  My 2-hour rule was thrown out the window back in June.  My house is a mess most of the time.  I get by doing what's absolutely necessary.  I haven't really exercised for months, and most days I live in scrub tops, Allen's shirts, and yoga pants with hair dye stains on them.  I probably do my hair and makeup once a week--Sundays--IF then.  I've been a total hermit, and it will probably stay that way for another two months until I get the hang of having a newborn again and get my rear end to the gym.

It's always amazed me the difference exercise makes.  When I'm not exercising and taking care of myself, I have very little energy to take care of the other things in my life.  At least I can see this and admit it, and I know I won't continue to be a hermit forever.  I'm not sure my boys care or even know what they are missing.  I think they are just happy to be here (Oh! To be a child again!).  They don't seem to care when I'm being lazy and the bathroom isn't cleaned, or there's a pile of unfolded laundry on the living room floor that I've been avoiding for too long.  I know what they are missing out on, though.  I know how things *could* be.  But in the end, will one lazy summer really make a difference in their lives?