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Mother of the Year Goes to.... Not Me

Every morning I go to the gym to exercise. I love it because I have a lot of friends there (it's my adult interaction for the day...hahah...but seriously...), endorphins are released, I feel powerful and strong....etc. Fast forward to about 10 minutes after I arrive home.

Kids are fighting over who grabbed the box of cereal first.

Tears are rolling down cheeks from, "Cameron looked at me in a mean way."

Fights are breaking out between who has to be the flippin' monkey in the middle...

You get the idea.

So pretty much all the good I do at 5:30 in the wee early morning hours gets completely undone. (Perhaps I should schedule my workouts to after the kids leave for school instead?)

Anyway, today was no different. The kids actually all got ready on their own really well without any fights. They had a good 20 minutes to kill before we had to leave for school. They decided to play a game (but not the blasted Monkey in the Middle game...No! No! I banned that game [and 'jinx&#…

Night Skiing at Brighton Ski Resort

Dad tried very hard for our family to always do things together. He’d take us camping, fishing, take us on road trips, and even skiing. I’ve been able to ski since I was five because of him. He used to take us night-skiing at Brighton (because it’s cheaper at night than the day). But we preferred it at night anyway. It was so fun to ski down in the moonlight, with those bright lights above us. Then we’d all head over to the ski lodge, and Dad would bring in a cooler of sandwiches and hot cocoa for us to eat (as food at the lodge was really expensive). He always tried to make sure we were happy and having fun.

One time we went up Mom ended up hurting her leg really bad. She couldn't ski at all, and I remember that from that point on, she had problems with it. 


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