The subtitle of this post is "Chains."
First, there's this blog. Here I am, chained to the computer, after obsessing throughout the day about what I'm going to possibly write. Let's hope it gets easier. My husband warned me, though. His words: "Don't start a blog, because then you'll have to write in it." He knows me.
Then, there's the 10,000 Steps program. For the uninitiated, this is a program for which you can sign up through your insurance company, committing to a certain level of exercise. I signed up last year, found out I wasn't as committed as I thought I was, dropped out and routed all the friendly email reminders about recording my steps straight to my junk mail box. But this year the minimal financial incentive ($65? or something like that) appealed to my "something for (almost) nothing" greed, and I signed up again. So now I'm not only chained to the computer, but I'm also chained to the pedometer, and the two aren't exactly compatible. To make matters worse, in a moment of weakness I thought I may as well join the 10,000 Steps competition at work. For this, we team up with other staff to compete for the most steps each week until spring break. Add yet another chain: the expectations of staff member I barely even know, but can hardly disappoint by being apathetically lazy.
Finally, to ratchet up the stress levels, we are now chained to Compassionate the Pig at our house this week. (BTW, ratchet isn't really a verb, but it should be). Compassionate the Pig was waiting in Chase's cubby at preschool when I went to pick up my youngest child today. The killjoy in me inwardly groaned when I first saw the dingy stuffed pig and then listened to Chase exclaim excitedly, "Mom! Mom! Look! Look! We get to bring Compassionate the Pig home!" Waiting with CTP was a journal in which we record all the lovely adventures we will enjoy together. The journal is already filled with photos and accounts of how CTP has joined Chase's preschool classmates at dance classes, played on the Wii, watched them get their nails done, and even hosted a sleepover with all the girls from a dance class. Unfortunately, in comparision, CTP will lead a very boring life at our house. No Wii! No dance classes! No sleepovers or playdates! No karate or football or soccer! No appointments to get one's nails done! He will just play, and maybe watch Caleb play a basketball game or two this weekend. And why is this stressful? Because I look at that %^$*^&%* journal and can't help feeling I must be depriving my children in some way by coming home most nights and not going ANYWHERE or planning ANYTHING. We just relax, eat dinner together, play, and go to bed (except for me - I have to post my blog). How boring.
And no, I don't know where the name "Compassionate the Pig" came from. But I can tell you that Maren brought home Lovely the Alligator, or something like that. I've treid to repress the memory.
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2 Suggestions:
1)Ride a bike
2)Just say CTP wrote a blog.
I think you should take a picture of Chase frying up some bacon and then give his classmates one guess as to what happened to CTP when he visited the Blodgetts.
That'll learn 'em.
That is a GREAT idea.
Better yet, when it's time for Chase to bring CTP back to school, he can just bring the bacon instead. Snack time!
Mmmmmm... compassionate bacon!
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