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I took these pictures the other day. We went on a double date with some good friends of ours. That's them biking on the first picture. Took the moter bikes out to the Drumheller valley. Good times! We went across the ferry, then for ice cream at the DQ, (dessert first!). Then on to do the many bridges on the way to Wayne. Wayne is a really super amazing place, a person could spend days exploring there, fascinating!! Not... hahaha But, the trip there is great on a moterbike!

I've also been musing on a few mothering type things... Who are these super mom's????!?!? (#$%##@%^&) And why can't I be one?!?!?! ($%^&#$%@) Yeah, my days go by in a blurr of activity, or lack there of. And mostly the whole time I'm scolding myself in my head at "why can't I just get it together?!!?!". Which, once again, somewhat reminds me of my beloved Grandma Sally! I remember her walking around her house muttering to herself "ok George, get in gear" (I'm not sure why she called herself George...any Aunties out there know?) I can't tell you how comforting that memory is. My amazing Grandma... so human... I NEED that eh? In this world of super moms, and super-mom-wanna-be's and super-mom-look-a-likes, here I sit. Extremely human. I can't get it together folks. I keep telling myself, if I just worked harder, I could get it together... well, that's probably true, but, how to get yourself going harder and faster? Plus, will my kids pay the price? I feel like they already pay a pretty good price for my mental state of super-mom-wish-I-could-at-least-be-a-wanna-be. I realize that I somewhat do this to myself. But I'm not too sure how to get myself out of that rut. See, I rather hate routine. And most every efficient mom I know, embraces routine. Well.. I just can't seem to, I fight it, I don't mean to, yet, oh there it happens again, I'm fighting it! blaaaaaaa I feel rather proud of myself that I've been forced into the routine of doing laundry everyday now. Yeah, to me, that's routine folks! haha

Oh the kid front. I think I'm going crazy. This isn't new. Cleaning toilets smeared with poop, mud trails through my entire house, numerous amounts of dumped water cups (thanks Nathan.) from someone SITTING on the table, shattered glasses (remember the spilled one? the cup was then thrown down) and more smeared poop, kids screaming at each other non-stop, crabbing and complaining... ok ok, I'll stop, I could go on, my memory is just being jogged at this much. Anyways, I will say this. I LOVE sitting and reading to my kids (though I don't do it as much as I should, lol) and I love going for walks, and taking them to parks, and kissing their sleepy faces and seeing them swing... oh yes, I could go on here too. They are totally worth it. But frankly, sometimes the poop clouds the beauty. I feel like I have 3 full time jobs. Cooking, Cleaning and Mothering. Plus, there's organizing and sorting that needs to be done too, which, I'm far too behind on. What is with all this, why are us as mom's given an impossible task? Ok ok, except for the supermom's out there! But for human ol me, it seems rather impossible most of the time! I think part of what gets to me is the fact that by the time you catch up in one area, the other area is in shambles already. And it's the same ol thing, day after day. But then, when they're not home, a clean house is simply boring... So, how can a person enjoy this chaos more? Not that there isn't moments I love already. I just feel overwhelmed with the whole house cleaning/cooking/organizing. If I could only just be a MOM, ahhhh... Well, I must run. Laundry is waiting. The kids are sleeping and we have a nightly date :P

Oh, I made taco salad tonight for supper. I've been adding chopped avacadoes and black beans to it too and I really love it! I've found my mixing it first that I use way less sour cream. For once, I actually made dessert. Strawberry rhubarb crisp. I made it for the first time this week and realized how easy it was, so I made it again. Must run.