Good Intentions and My 2 Other Children

Is the road to Hell really paved with them? Good intentions? I know I've heard that saying somewhere. I think it may even be a country music song...

Well. I don't know about the road to Heck being paved with good intentions. I do know that the road to frustration is paved with them. And so is the road to tired.

I have all these lovely and ambitious plans... things that would somehow and someway make life a little better for those around me or for myself.

But they just don't seem to get done.

Don't stop reading... this is not another guilt post. (This time.)

Where does the time go?

Where does my energy go?

Now I sound like a granny on the front porch watchin' my grandchillen' run around the yard.

I asked the boy on Saturday afternoon if he was tired. He's battled his allergies all week, he's had loads of homework, bedtimes have been pushed to their limits, and he'd just played a soccer game in 123% humidity.

I said, "I don't know about you, buddy, but I sure am tired."

He says, "What do YOU have to be tired about?"

Well. If I weren't so busy lying on the sofa all day eating bon bons and watching game shows, I would think of something to be tired about. (I didn't say that. But I wanted to.)


There are MANY times I find myself defending the fact that we have only one child. Whenever my good friend is around, she helps me out...
She always says I have one child who might as well be triplets.
He's a great kid, but he's always been a lot of work. Like triplets rolled into one.
(Please... all you parents of multiples, don't send me hate mail. I really don't know how hard your life is... I am only making a lame comparison.)

So... I simply told the boy that I was tired because I have to take care of his busy little behind all the time.

And that I'm tired from thinking up all these good intentions.

Wow. Imagine how tired I'd be if I actually got around to doing them.