Consistancy Sucks

I'm terrible about keeping a routine about blogging. Here we go again. I watched a documentary last night, Mortified Nation. It was about adults taking the stage and reading their journal entries they wrote as kids growing up. They were funny. Not in a make fun-of sort of way, but funny how teens think their whole lives are of that moment. We all thought we were alone and the only one going through it. As adults we can all relate, it's universal. A few people read their journals who were struggling with understanding themselves, struggling with their sexuality, trying to pray it away. It was so hard to hear their shame when there shouldn't be any. There was also a man who took so much comfort in his mother's journal entries. He didn't get to say goodbye to her before she died and he takes comfort in reading her thoughts. That's kinda why I started journaling anyway. One of Keith's commander's has shared his life, his wife's life and his new life through journaling. He posted her old journal entries and I found it amazing how he could reflect on her exact thoughts. She was an amazing woman. I am no where near as wise as her, but I thought I would be worth wild to be able to reflect back one day. These are the days... The dogs are play fighting. They aren't tiny. When they play like this it's wild! Hair flying, growling, teeth showing. They wrestle, and flip over each other. They take up the whole living room. It's also bedtime. The boys are on edge, tired and refusing to listen. They are fighting too. The tv is on, Keith is yelling at them to calm down. Just another school night. It's the end of their 2 week spring break. We had a fun one. I really don't look forward to the routine of school. We were able to go with Keith on his FedEx trip to Basel, Switzerland. We spent 2 days there. It was so nice but the cost of food alone put a sting in the trip. We went to the Basel Zoo and to the Art Museum while we were there. We rode the bullet train first class each way. Not a bad way to travel! We came home to two days of soccer camp. It was Brad's first attempt over here. He was teased a bit the first day, but by the second day he had made friends. Cole had soccer tournaments all Easter weekend. We had to be in Amsterdam by 9am on Easter morning! The tournament was brutal. 24th out of 24 teams. It made the 3 hour drive each way that much worse. The second week Cole had training everyday. They were slow practices with only 3-4 kids at practice. They had to cancel the tournaments Cole was scheduled to play in. The neighbors upstairs hosted 2 Russian boys for the tournaments. They were EXCELLENT! I'm constantly shocked at the level of play when you stop to remember these are 11 year olds!! Keith and I had a bit of a date night too! For Christmas he got me Justin Timberlake tickets!! They were fancy tickets in a "box-like" setting with a backstage dinner. We went with Craig and Laura. It was so much fun! I'm glad we went. The boys are down and Keith is back from walking the dogs. Tomorrow back to the grind. The gym is calling my name.