So many thoughts, but no good ideas for a title

My mind's been full lately.  Full of lots of thoughts.  Random ponderings.  The hope is if I throw them out here they'll stop buzzing around in my brain, like busy bees in a hive.     

Gus woke up an hour early this morning and continued his hiatus on sleeping with a head banging on the wall after 20 minutes long nap.  I really wish he wouldn't do that cause I'm pretty sure he's bound to kill a few precious brain cells.  They say everytime a soccer player head butts a ball....not sure what, but it's not good.

I was sick of my sticky kitchen floor.  I determined to not only meticulously sweep and wash it, but did all the dishes, vacuumed all the carpets, and washed 3 loads of laundry.  Doesn't sound like much, huh?  Well it's epic with my little attention hungry, entertainment seeking Gus cub.  My computer now rests on the mountain of unfolded laundry.  I'm not wonder woman! 

I'm happy for the people of Egypt today.  Congrats to them for standing up and demanding better.  I hope that one of these days when we get fed up enough with all the outrageous stuff going on now in our great country, that the American people will demand better. America is worth it!

I've been trying to eat better.  Not to loose weight or because I have a strong conviction about the food guide pyramid.  Because when I eat carbs and sugary foods my blood sugar shoots threw the roof and I can't live very long doing that.  I've noticed that a lot of today's apparent solutions to problems and issues are just ways of trying to escape consequences.  These solutions are tempting.  Do what ever you want and magically get bailed out.  It would be nice if that worked with my blood sugar.  I could eat peanut butter and honey sandwiches every afternoon like I'd like to and not sigh every time I pass the tillamook ice cream in the grocery store. 

But I'm actually glad there isn't a magic pill or government program that makes all the consequences of what I eat go away.  Because I'm proud every time I exercise self control and read that low number on my meter.  I earned that number.  But earning the low numbers means I have to take responsibility for the high ones too.

I love Gus soooooooooooooooo honey bunches of oats much!  His smile brightens, his laugh makes be bubble with joy, his passion for books is insatiable, and his love is perfect and humbling.  He makes me be a better person and mother everyday.
 
Have a great weekend everyone!  More to come later of our adventures.

What's on your mind today?