finding balance

Yesterday I wrote about my NEED to get into bed at a decent hour... well, here I am posting at ONE am. Lesson not learned. (cough, moan, bleh...)

Prime time TV is taking over our house and it's making us a dysfunctional family. Every night I tell myself, "the show is recorded... you can watch it tomorrow.." but the temptation gives in and before you know it, I am sitting on the couch reaching for the box of kleenex while watching the Biggest Loser (you better believe I cried when Mandy's boys came to visit her! oh-- and when they had to leave... waaaaa!) Tonight during the BALANCE challenge, Aaron starts talking trash with me about how he could whip me in a challenge like that. I was so offended because I am a yoga champ and can hold a pose like it's nobody's buzinez. Soon Ben and Luke joined in and before the dinner dishes were put away, we have a full blown balance competition going on in our kitchen... We pulled out a large can of food storage for each person (no wooden blocks to be found in our house.)


There is no need to say who actually won--- because isn't it obvious who is the most talented individual in our family? Alright, I will confess and say that it INFURIATES me that I can't beat my husband in anything. There was no challenge whatsoever. He would have been standing on that can of wheat until the sun came up. And we all need our beauty rest. I sacrificed my pride for the good of the entire family.

Oh, and tragically Ben is wearing the pajamas that he's NOT allowed to wear in public or when friends come over... so now I must explain. My dear, sweet mother "Grandma Bev" (not to be confused with our other "Grandma Bev" who lives in Spokane..) gave all of her grandchildren pajamas for Christmas last year. She gave Ben the option of having Transformer pjs or Spongebob. Typically, he would have TF anyday, but these pjs happen to be the ANIMATED Transformers and that makes all the difference. So instead he chose Sponge Bob. Little did we know that the SpongeBob pjs were GIRLY and pink. When Ben opened them on Christmas Eve, he was thrilled. Aaron and I chuckled as he put them on and wore them to bed. When we woke up the next morning, I made him change into his Christmas pjs before we could open any presents... I know, I am so vain and didn't want all our Christmas pictures with my son wearing girly Sponge Bob jammies.

Since then, we have tried giving them or throwing them away, but to no avail. Apparently Ben is in touch with his feminine side and doesn't care if they have a pink collar or pink snowflakes. When his cousin Anna came to visit and happened to be wearing matchy cutesty jammies, we just had to take a picture.. (with no intension of posting it on the blog.) But I guess the wee hours of the morning makes me want to confess everything. Here I am, admitting that I suck at ANY type of challenge against my husband AND that my oldest son is a HOMO. Take it or leave it.. but know that tomorrow I am going to wake up with a hangover of regrets. Seriously, my calves are killing me. I was literally shaking while standing a whole 4 minutes on that can. Who needs BOB when you have a year's supply of food storage to work out with?