My first post

Hey!

This is my first time blogging. Ever. So if I sound like I am rambling, or getting off track, or totally incoherent, please bear with me.  I bet the more I blog, the better I will get at expressing myself quickly and efficiently.  Like so many other blogs I have read and enjoyed and often thought to myself: "I wish I could write like that", I imagine those talents are not something that were perfected over night.  Talent, yes, but everything awesome takes practice. And I have always enjoyed writing. Typing is like, totally faster (in my valley girl voice). *Side note, that may be a problem...*

Well, it is Friday.  I often think of the the It's Finally Friday song on Fridays, but I find it hard to rejoice Fridays like I use to.  It use to signify the end of a work week (some times) and the next day was a day I could do whatever I wanted, which usually revolved around things I needed to do more so (groceries, clothes shopping for me/Ethan, cleaning, etc) and Sundays always revolved around church (I am was/still am perfectly okay with my life revolving around church). But now, Fridays are just, blah.  Another day. The good thing is that there is a strong possibility that Kris gets to have a couple days off and we get to go to Corpus or San Antonio, or just drive around, or whatever we WANT to do.  So Friday's consist of finishing up things that need to be done (dishes, laundry, house work, taking Ethan out to run out some energy, lunch, nap, dinner, etc). And funny enough, Monday's still feel like Monday's.  I think it is because when Kris gets to be off for two days, schedules get all messed up, naps are not taken (or way too short in the car), bed times are delayed, etc.  All in attempts to get to spend more time with daddy. And mommy pays for it on Monday and Tuesday when that schedule is being reimplemented.

So anyway, how is that for my first blog? Nothing spectular, just thoughts I reckon. I am sure this won't hit not million people reading sort of deal (I might be lucky if 5 people read it haha).

What I do want to leave off on, is my favorite prayer, the one I have been repeating to myself a lot lately:

Dear God,

Please grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change
The Courage to change the things  I can
And the Wisdom to know the difference.