This moment in time

I'm in one of those totally funky moods where every possibility just sounds weird. Ice cream... great, but also horrible; going to bed... divine, but mind-numbing; sitting at the computer... boring, but reading my book doesn't sound too good either. 

So in order to fill this hideous void-ish feeling in my stomach, here is what is going through my mind:

{1}

Potty training has actually been quite a joy. Five days ago I would never have thought that those words would run through my mind, but you know what? It's not so bad! Thursday was our first day, and up until today {Sunday} the little ones and I have just been rolling around the floor waiting for Carter to tell me if he has to go. There has only been one HORRENDOUS accident, but as far as I'm concerned, only cleaning up once within a four day period isn't so bad. Anyway, this actually deserves it's own post, so more on that another day!

{2}

Kota Bear has been quite the unruly sleeper lately. Last night I punched the feeding clock at 12:30, 2:45 and 6:00, which was actually better than the night before. The thing is that she's still in our room, and there's just no way I could lay there and let her cry in an attempt to sleep train. That would be torturous for all of us. And unless she's sleeping all the way through the night, I don't want to put her in Carter's room. And the thing about that is, I'm sure if I just switched her to formula she would be good to go, but I don't want to do that yet. So as of right now I'm just waking up with her sans complaints. It's just the way it goes, man. The good news is that every single time I go to pick her up at one of those ungodly hours she gives me a big, fat smile. It makes me very happy, even though I feel like gauging my eyeballs out.

{3}

Carter refuses to go to sleep right now. I'm listening to Chad continually tell him, "Bed, now." Maybe I should go up there? Nah. This blog post is way more important.

{Just kidding... Chad already told me that he would handle it. Thanks, hun bun!}

{4}

I'm still conflicted in the whole should-I-go-to-work-full-time realm. A part of me thinks that would be amazing for the family and for this curious itch I have, and then the second I think those thoughts, I immediately sling shoot to the other side of the spectrum. Rolling around on the floor for the past few days has not exactly helped the whole "work" cause either. I'm telling you, man, kids just like it when their mom is home and readily available. 

{...And the Thank You, Captain Obvious award goes to me...}

Again, we shall see on this one.

{5}

...Which leads me to my thoughts on day care. I'm actually all for day care, as long as it's not for years and years on end. I think it's good for kids since it's built in social building time. If I did go to work, however, we would do an in-home day care, most likely, because it's a little bit more personable and I feel like I would trust the whole system a bit more. I was an in-homer for the first three-and-a-half years of my fabulous life, and look how I turned out! WONDERFUL as can be!

Can't you tell??!

{6}

Chad let me sleep in this morning for an extra 2 hours, which I was mad at myself for. I just can't sleep in anymore! Enough already, Nicole! It doesn't help you a damn bit throughout the rest of the day, and leaves you feeling wishy-washy into the night. {See: indecisive about ice cream.}

Anyway, I guess I should go read my book and drink some water. Who knows. Talks on potty training to come.