Day 212

of not religiously blogging.  Or maybe that should be Day 212 of religiously not blogging. I’m not really sure.

I had to try twice to log onto wordpress because I’d forgotten my password.  In my defense, I knew the password, I just couldn’t remember where the uppercase letters where and if I added and exclamation mark or a question mark at the end.  I was rather surprised to find that I have 17 regular readers who check everyday to see if I’ve written anything.  If you are one of the 17 people, thank you so much, and I’m sorry to have been away so long.

But it is now March! And I’ve found that many things on my “grand to do list of life” are finally getting started.  I’d like to say that it has something to do with Spring and I’m cleaning up bad habits.  Or maybe, that I don’t like the pressure of New Year’s resolutions and like to procrastinate until the begining of spring.  Or maybe that March has some kind of magic that has finally made me organized and on the ball.

Really, I think it’s more about March being the month before I turn 31.  For some reason 31 seems so much older than 30.  I am no longer dangiling on the precipice of being middle aged.   Somehow, unwilling and rather unbeknownst to me, I’m there.  Somewhere in the last year I’ve moved from cool, hip, and in my twenties to being old.  I  have a teenager who considers it her job to constantly remind me.

Whatever the reasons, lots of things are getting done.

I’ve started running (again).  This time I’m sticking to it.  I signed up for my first 5k, which takes place on my birthday.    I think that it was providence that my credit union emailed me a special invitation to run on my birthday.  How could I not fork over $30 of Dave’s hard earned money and sacrifice many an hour on my treadmill?  Somehow I’ve convinced a friend to torture herself alongside me.   I’ve told everyone I can think of that I’m running.  And now, dear internet, you now know to.  I expect encouragement and accountability.

I signed up for my first alumni event.  (I wonder if the excitement of writing alumni will ever go away?  I hope not)  I’m going to see the dead sea scrolls.  And, I’m rather excited about it.  Go cougars!

I went home to visit my family.  Something I don’t do often enough.   This involved my first five eight hour car ride without my husband or my teenager daughter who constantly reminds me of my speeding.  It was long and arduous, and after the return five eight hour car ride, I vow to never again make the trek without them.  Never again.

I went to my first hockey game.

I went to my first Celtic festival.

Baseball has started yet again.  I spend more time shuttling kids to practice than I care to count.  Every Saturday from now until June is booked.  Every time I get overwhelmed, I think about 2012 when I’ll have 4 boys in baseball and daughter in high school.  The thought frightens me.

When I feel like weeping from the thought of three practices on the same day at the same time, I remember the excitement when Mike hit a home run or Marshall pitched a perfect inning or McKayla played amazing at second base.

I’m enjoying having two toddlers.  I’m slowly coming to the realization that it doesn’t matter how overactive my ovaries may be, this will probably be the last time I’ll have a 2 year old.

I’m feeling incredibly blessed to have two of them.