DIY Frozen Playdough

It was a cold and rainy Columbus Day. Both kids were home and we were getting stir crazy. Enter Frozen inspired Playdough!
http://pagingfunmums.com/2014/10/04/frozen-playdough/

Day 3

This is the third day in a row that I have walked on the treadmill. Monday and Tuesday I walked for thirty minutes at 5:00 am. Today I walked for 45 minutes in the afternoon. I'm down eight pounds in two weeks. The only change I made in those two weeks was not eating after dinner. Isn't that crazy?!? My goodness! How many calories was I eating after dinner that the deficit allowed me to lose 8 pounds? I'm excited about this start. It's not much, but it is something that I can continue and be successful with. Just wanted to share a personal victory that won't look like much to others, but is a big deal to me.

when I grow up

When I was little I wanted to be a pediatrician. I'm pretty sure that was because I liked sounding impressive as a five year old using the word "pediatrician." I've always loved to impress people. I did a pretty good job of it in high school. I was awarded "Employee of the Month" at my job when I was sixteen. I've always had a great work ethic. The doctors I worked with in high school were impressed with me also. One doctor in particular scrutinized my desire to be a physical therapist. He said that the world of medicine needed more female doctors and that it would be a waste for me to become a physical therapist because I would make a great doctor.

What would he think of me now?

I haven't become anything.

I'm a wife. I'm a mother. I have no additional ambitions and I feel stagnant. Not only stagnant, but also trapped. My husband's job destroys any possibility of having the career of my dreams because who will raise our children?

I started pursuing physical therapy as a career as a junior in high school. I interviewed a PT at a hospital in my home town. She was wearing a wind suit and tennis shoes and had her hair in a ponytail. She spoke so passionately about her job. That was where the fire started.

I went to college and pursued my dream with every thing I had. I worked forty hours a week and went to school full time. I LOVED my job as a PT technician. I was thrilled to make money doing something that I loved so much. I pitied people who didn't love their job as much as me. After about five years my back was hurting so much that I could barely walk when I got off work. I was in a lot of pain. I did not tell my employers. I saw doctors and physical therapists. I continued to be in pain and requested to work in the front office. I wanted to see the business side of it and I needed to sit. Then I got married. Then I got pregnant. I quit working two months before my daughter was born. I cherish those early days and years with her. When she was seven days old I begged her to not grow up. I was so enamored with her. She was so beautiful and wonderful and work NEVER crossed my mind. I had no desire to be at work.

Now that I'm almost six years into my "retirement" I feel the desire to work. I often think to myself, "What do I want to be when I grow up?" Then I remember that I'm 31 years old and I am "grown up." I don't have to work in physical therapy, but I want to work somewhere. I want to be needed and appreciated by people other than my husband and children. I want to feel fulfilled. I feel guilty for feeling this way.

I've enjoyed my retirement but I'm ready for it to end.

Taking Stock

Loved reading this today and wanted to add my own:

Cooking : Lasagna
Drinking : Coffee or Sweet Tea
Reading: Chicken Soup for the Mother's Soul 2
Wanting: New furniture
Looking: at Craigslist
Playing: with Parker
Wasting: time
Sewing: nothing
Wishing: my husband was home
Enjoying: quiet time
Waiting: for school to be out
Liking: the slightly cooler weather
Wondering: what's next?
Loving: being a stay at home mom
Hoping: for contentment
Marveling: curiosity of a two year old
Needing: energy
Smelling: clean house
Wearing: work out clothes
Noticing: my daughter is growing up
Knowing: my time will come
Thinking: about the future
Feeling: sad
Bookmarking: furniture makeovers
Giggling: not as much as I should